A Young Woman's Heart

Wherever there are people, there is a social hierarchy, and people from smaller places tend to be more snobbish.

There was also an arrogance stemming from extreme inferiority complex.

Hua Yinyin frowned and spat on the ground: "Pah, disgusting."

Huang Yuxi was still frightened by the tense atmosphere just now. Only after things had calmed down a bit did she remember to press the down button on the elevator.

"Where is Xiaoxi going?" Hua Yinyin felt her already bad mood worsen, but fortunately, the cute and well-behaved Huang Yuxi was right in front of her, which helped to ease her mood a little.

People always feel happier when they see beautiful things.

"Um...to the supermarket."

"Supermarket? How about we go find someone else to play with first, and then come back?"

"Well……"

"How about looking for Xiaoyaoyao? Or Lele... Hmm, how about going to Youyou's house? We haven't been there this holiday."

“Hmm…” Huang Yuxi hesitated.

"Since you have nothing to do at home anyway, why don't you go out for a walk?"

"OK then."

"Let's go!" Hua Yinyin rubbed Huang Yuxi's soft cheeks hard as if venting her emotions, feeling as if she had exhaled a breath of stale air and felt relieved.

"There are all kinds of people in the world."

"Yeah, that guy was a complete lunatic." Hua Yinyin wasn't worried about him hearing her at all, and even deliberately spoke louder, but the man remained silent.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the two could finally say goodbye to their noisy home for the time being.

"Going to Youyou's house... taking the bus... forget it, that's too much trouble, let's take a taxi." Hua Yinyin stretched out a big yawn. "I'm not in the mood to squeeze onto the bus today, is Xiaoxi the same?"

"Me? I'm... fine..."

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Nail Problems

Tuesday, April 2001, 5.

The seven-day holiday for Yukong High School has come to an end.

Before the holiday, I thought I could have a few days of fun, but when it ended, I felt like I hadn't done anything.

Early this morning, the school gate was already open, and a high school girl was standing at the entrance with an armband with the words "Discipline Inspection" written on it. There were also two rows of students on the etiquette team who usually only appeared here at seven o'clock.

Mo Xueyao raised the watch on her left wrist and checked it several times; the hour hand was still clearly pointing to the '6'.

"Strange, it's six in the morning...? Six and a half." Mo Xueyao scratched her head in confusion. "Could it be that my watch is an hour slow?"

The deserted entrance and the students who were already standing at their posts created a stark contrast, giving a sense of temporal and spatial dislocation.

"Yes, they arrived at school early."

"Huh, does Wanyan know something?"

"The Education Bureau is here to inspect today."

Upon hearing this, she instantly understood.

Because someone is coming to inspect, the school has to conduct a self-check of the students' appearance beforehand.

In fact, the principal rarely requires students to be too particular about their appearance. Even if the head of the teaching department or the vice principal catches them, as long as it's not too outrageous, the principal will send them back to the classroom.

However, things were different when the Education Bureau came to inspect.

No matter what, he is under the jurisdiction of the bureau, so even if it's just for show, he has to put on a show.

This is a matter of saving face.

If you don't cooperate at all, even a small thing can turn into a big problem.

Yukong High School is, after all, a public school, and many things require the approval of the Education Bureau to operate.

As for money, it might not be a particularly important thing for Mo Kong.

Many students studying at Yu Kong know that Mo Kong himself is the chairman of the Mo Group.

This is far more significant than being the son of a chairman.

Mo Xueyao sometimes wondered which role was more of a part-time job for him: being a school principal or being a chairman of the board?

"Hello, please wear your school badge." Just as they reached the door, a girl checking their appearance came over and blocked their way with a serious and earnest expression.

"Ah..." Mo Xueyao, who usually arrives at school early, has no such habit. She hurriedly squats down, opens her schoolbag, and rummages through her pencil case to find her school badge, which she hasn't worn in a long time, and pins it to her chest.

Li Wanyan didn't need to look for anyone; even though she didn't encounter any inspectors every day, she still wore her school badge properly every day.

"Show me your hand."

“Here.” Mo Xueyao spread out her slender hands and flipped them up and down.

"All right."

This meticulous examination made her feel like she was back in elementary school.

"By the way, you can't wear this kind of shoulder bag." The girl suddenly called out to the two of them again.

"Ahem, actually it can be turned into a backpack." Mo Xueyao coughed lightly and put the backpack straps on her shoulders.

"Go in."

Mo Xueyao breathed a slight sigh of relief after finally escaping into the school.

She left her schoolbag in the classroom, then carried her electronic keyboard and climbed up to the band room.

She loves the quiet time in the morning when no one is around, so she can set up her electronic keyboard in peace. If she's in a good mood, she'll play for a while; if she's not, she'll brew a cup of tea and sit by the window to savor it.

Although it only takes about half an hour to go from quiet to lively, each time it always feels like an exceptionally long time, allowing her to calm down and prepare for the start of her day of learning.

"Phew..." Mo Xueyao blew on the freshly brewed tea, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself, "How does Xiaoxue manage to drink a sip of tea right after it's brewed... even a sip is too hot."

By the time the tea had cooled down to a warm temperature, the others had gradually arrived.

"Hahoo—" Hua Yinyin didn't even put down her schoolbag before she suddenly leaned on Mo Xueyao's back, like a soft-bodied animal, sliding down little by little until she hugged her thigh.

"Why—does it like this every day?"

"Waaah, Yaoyao is so heartless, won't she even comfort me?"

"How is that heartless?"

"Look into my eyes!"

Mo Xueyao turned her head and stared intently into Hua Yinyin's eyes, but couldn't figure it out for a long time: "What's wrong? It didn't change color?"

"Ugh! I want blue eyes too!" Hua Yinyin angrily punched her shoulder with her pink little fist. "Look, it's dark circles!"

"Oh...you stayed up late again?"

"I haven't been sleeping well at all these past few days because of the renovations next door!"

"Then go to bed early and get up early, it's nothing serious."

“Not staying up late is still considered a holiday!” Hua Yinyin said confidently.

Mo Xueyao, her eyelids drooping, pressed her forehead with one hand and pushed her away: "Go play somewhere else..."

"Was Xiaoyao checked when she entered the school gate today?" Wang Jiale carefully put his bass away before sitting down in the chair next to her with a relaxed expression.

"I checked, the etiquette staff arrived very early today."

"They said my nails were too long... and that I should cut them. They'll come back later to check again."

How long is it?

“Look.” Wang Jiale stretched out her slightly chubby little hand. Her nails were clean and pink, with her little finger being a bit longer, extending about one or two centimeters out.

"Is this not acceptable either?"

"Yes, I use my nails to peel things, and if I cut them, it can be quite troublesome sometimes."

"I know, I know! Without fingernails, it feels like even turning the pages of a book is difficult!" Mo Zhuyou, who was pouring herself tea, said loudly in agreement.

"I think it's refreshing to have my nails trimmed clean, and I don't have to keep cleaning the debris under my nails."

"If your nails aren't long enough, there's no point in applying nail polish."

"Hey, we're students, let's skip the nail polish."

The conversation quickly veered off course, with the girls talking about what kind of nail polish looked good, instead of nail polish.

"I think the sparkly kind is super pretty."

"What kind of color does Yaoyao like? I think blue is nice, um... preferably the same color as your eyes."

"I think it's best not to paint them. Won't it feel uncomfortable after you put on nail polish? When there's something on your nails, you'll always want to pick at them, right?" When Mo Xueyao was little, Yu Shu put nail polish on her nails, and within half a day, they were picked at by Yu Shu until they looked like they had been chewed by a dog.

"Why don't we try applying nail polish now!"

"Hey, hey, there's going to be an inspection later! It's the Education Bureau coming!"

"It's okay! Just use a special cleaning solution, and it'll be clean in no time!"

"But it's not good for your nails... after all, they're all chemicals."

"Chemistry isn't that scary, little Yao Yao."

"The guy who always copied my chemistry homework in the first year of high school has no right to say that..."

Wang Jiale, resting her chin on her hand, suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, do you all file your nails after cutting them?"

"Of course, this will make it smoother, otherwise it will be full of burrs."

“I filed my nails down to very sharp points when I was in junior high school,” Mo Zhuyou said with a bright smile. “Then, if a boy bullied me, I would poke him. It felt a bit like being pricked by a needle.”

"Youyou is surprisingly brave. It's unexpected, she was the most nervous one when she went on stage."

"Responding to a boy and performing on stage are not the same thing!!"

Mr. Xue listened with great interest. He rarely participated in girls' conversations, but he wasn't as disgusted as other boys.