A Young Woman's Heart

The sunlight after the rain was clean and bright.

There are always traces left by previous students on the desks. Some are just ordinary scratches, while others are writings or stickers that can't be peeled off no matter what.

The school desk is like a history book.

It holds the memories of bygone years and the fragrance of youth.

The first class on Monday is English.

When Wang Qianyu was teaching the textbook content, she would always take the opportunity to talk about the customs and culture of foreign countries, and food was always a good starting point.

Lu Chengyuan rested her chin on her hand, listening attentively to the lesson. When her hand seemed to get a little sore, she moved Lu Bolun's left hand over and placed it on her desk, then rested her chin on it, using it as a pillow.

Wang Qianyu saw her action, winked playfully, and seemed secretly delighted as if she had discovered some little secret.

Wang Jiale, who was listening attentively to the lesson, followed the teacher's gaze and looked at Lü Bolun and Lu Chengyuan.

Lu Chengyuan didn't notice, but Lu Bolun, who was only separated from her by an aisle, did, and his expression immediately became slightly awkward.

With his current girlfriend on his left and his ex-girlfriend on his right, he felt as uncomfortable as a hamburger sandwiched between two buns.

I still haven't fully gotten used to it.

Although Lu Chengyuan was listening to the lecture, her hands were always busy. Right now, she was holding his left hand with her right hand. Even someone who didn't know the situation would be able to tell that they were a couple in the throes of new love.

Compared to Wang Jiale, Lu Chengyuan was much more proactive.

She had her legs wrapped around his again, even though they were still in class, it was as if they were glued together with superglue, and they couldn't be separated no matter what.

"Class is in session..." Lu Bolun leaned to the left, making a very soft sound with his lips barely moving.

It was like begging for mercy.

"Okay, let's go."

"cough……"

"Lu Chengyuan, have you ever eaten fried mushrooms?"

"Hmm... I don't think I've ever eaten it before." Faced with the teacher's casual question, Lu Chengyuan didn't even change her posture.

Even in Class Two, where most teachers were young, the other students thought she was incredibly daring.

But that's how Wang Qianyu's classes are—relaxed and enjoyable.

As long as you are listening to the lecture and not disturbing others, it doesn't matter what posture you adopt.

However, Luberon himself was a bit stiff, as if he had been petrified by Medusa.

"A classic British breakfast always includes fried mushrooms. Everyone should know how to say fried mushrooms in English, right? Come on—Liu Xiaowei, you're smiling so happily, you answer this question."

"Uh... Fried... mogu?"

"It's not bad that you can even remember this word..."

Wang Qianyu's slightly sarcastic and helpless teasing made the students chuckle.

Lu Chengyuan took advantage of the situation and moved closer to Lü Bolun, squinting her eyes in comfort.

……

(two)

"Take this, Xiaoxue! Watch my super invincible thunderbolt ball!" Hua Yinyin leaped high into the air, her two braids briefly floating in the air as well. Then, a slightly worn badminton shuttlecock 'whooshed' down from the sky.

Mr. Xue didn't even change his posture. He simply put one hand behind his back and used the other hand to accurately hit the badminton shuttlecock, which had been used many times and was slightly yellowed, with a "snap" and precisely hit Hua Yinyin's chest.

It was as if she had hit a soft cushion, bouncing backward with a "clink, clink," and just as she was about to land, she caught herself.

"Little Yao Yao!"

Although the rules for badminton played by students are not so standard, each person can only hit the shuttlecock once per turn.

So if you want to get through, you'll have to rely on your teammates.

"I'll go!" Mo Xueyao also stood on tiptoe and swung her racket forcefully, but she didn't hear the pleasant sound of the racket cutting through the air. Instead, she heard the sound of the racket hitting the shuttlecock.

The poor old shuttlecock was already worn out enough, and now it's lost another feather...

Li Wanyan, who was on the same team as Mr. Xue, sighed softly and tossed a slightly newer badminton shuttlecock that was on the ground to him.

It's Mo Xueyao's turn to serve now.

She failed twice in a row, and the other girls next to her couldn't stop laughing. She couldn't help but laugh along with them, and she almost forgot how to serve.

With a casual flick, the shuttlecock flew out, but Li Wanyan on the other side wasn't prepared, probably because she didn't expect the shuttlecock to come out.

The shuttlecock fell directly into her collar and got stuck.

"Hey, what's wrong with you two, Xiaoyao and Xiaoxue? You keep hitting people in the chest, hey—!" Hua Yinyin deliberately teased in a high-pitched voice, "I never thought you two were like this!"

"That's called tactics! It's hard to catch them if we shoot there!" Mo Xueyao gave herself a perfectly logical reason.

Li Wanyan fumbled around for a long time before finally managing to take out the ball that still carried her body heat. Before Mo Xueyao could concentrate, she suddenly launched the ball, which was blown back a little by the wind in the air and landed lightly on her forehead.

Before she could even laugh out loud, Hua Yinyin swept her racket towards her. It seemed she still wanted to return the ball, but she definitely couldn't now. However, stopping it wouldn't be so easy...

It doesn't hurt when a badminton shuttlecock hits your head.

But when the racket comes crashing down, the feeling is completely different.

"Wow, Xiaoyao bent the racket!" Hua Yinyin immediately accused her first.

"How dare you say that to me—!!"

Alright, there's no need to play badminton anymore. These two energetic girls insist on settling things off on the court first—through some other means.

……

(three)

"Xiao Ji, looking at your crush again, huh?" Le Tingfeng chuckled and nudged his arm, causing a blush to rise on Duanmu Ji's gloomy face.

Mo Xueyao finally caught Hua Yinyin, grabbed her by the neck with her arm, and was threatening her fiercely.

"I didn't see it." Duanmu Ji immediately turned his head to the other side, but after a few seconds of silence, he couldn't help but turn back.

"If you really like someone, why don't you just confess?"

"not good."

"Don't be afraid of failure. How will you know if you'll succeed if you don't try?"

"Liking someone doesn't mean you have to be with them, right?" Duanmu Ji draped his arm over the back of the wooden chair. "It's fine to just watch from afar."

"Damn, are you some kind of saint? If you like her, just go for it! You don't even dare to go to jail, so what makes you say you love her!" Le Tingfeng made a somewhat vulgar joke, which made Duanmu Ji frown.

"I don't know how to approach her."

"Just chat with her, sit behind her and chat for a bit, isn't that enough? You're just wasting resources, she has the advantage of being close to the source!"

"...Then why don't you look for one?"

"Sigh, I don't have anyone I like."

Duanmu Ji's eyes showed that he didn't believe it at all.

The male-to-female ratio at Yukong High School is relatively balanced; compared to other schools, there are even quite a few girls.

However, there are still plenty of single people, and couples are still a rare sight on this campus where people can freely date.

Interestingly, it's usually the handsome guys who have girlfriends, but the pretty girls usually don't have boyfriends.

"Those guys who are way better looking than me have hooked up with all the above-average looks, leaving us with no one to date. Damn it, can't those guys find someone who's about their own level of attractiveness?" Le Tingfeng couldn't help but complain.

"Then find someone slightly worse than you."

"Even uglier than me... I can't even stand looking at myself, okay?"

"I'm not handsome either, so she definitely wouldn't like me."

"Damn it." Le Tingfeng immediately raised his middle finger. "You're talking nonsense! If you're not handsome, who is? You're at least considered one of the class's most handsome guys, right?"

"Is there?"

"Nonsense, I feel like you're being sarcastic," he joked, putting his arm around Duanmu Ji's shoulder. "Don't regret it later."

"We'll see," Duanmu Ji said, turning his gaze elsewhere.

Having never been in a relationship before, he didn't really understand whether this was an appreciation of beauty or some kind of love.

In any case, deep down, although he had some desires, they were far from intense.

Duanmu Ji casually broke off a leaf from the bushes behind the wooden chair, chewed it for a while, and only after a long time did a few drops of the sweet taste of fresh grass emerge.

……

(four)

Running out of ink halfway through writing is an annoying thing.

And today, Li Wanyan encountered that very situation.

She had a spare pen, but Mo Xueyao borrowed one that morning, and another one had been dropped on the ground. Even now that she had a new one, she still couldn't write.

"No water?" Jun Ruohuan asked in a low voice as if he had been watching her all day long. "I have a pen."

Before she could answer, a ballpoint pen with a '0.38' refill, which Li Wanyan often used, was placed on her test paper.

This is a brand new ballpoint pen with five colors on the body, as vibrant as a rainbow.

However, Jun Ruohuan herself uses a 0.5 ballpoint pen, and it's always the simplest and most ordinary kind.

This new pen seems to have been made especially for her.

Or rather... it's specially made for girls.

Li Wanyan did not answer.

Mo Xueyao didn't have any spare pens—she borrowed all her own from Li Wanyan.

Chen Cheng, standing behind me, had a naturally sour face that made people not want to talk to him.

I wasn't very familiar with Yang Yankai, who sat at the table in front of me.

Looking around, I realized that I really could only accept the pen that Jun Ruohuan offered.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Huang Yuxi holding up a whiteboard with a big question mark drawn on it.