A Young Woman's Heart

When Li Wanyan met Huang Yuxi's bright and clear gaze, she pointed to the pen in her hand.

The latter understood and lowered her head, took out a ballpoint pen from the drawer, and gently patted her deskmate Ai Xiu'er on the shoulder, asking her to pass it to Li Wanyan.

Huang Yuxi's ballpoint pen looks like a giraffe, cute and childish, but it writes very smoothly.

However, the blue handwriting seemed out of place compared to the black pen writing in front.

But Li Wanyan gently pushed the pen that Jun Ruohuan handed her back and continued to take notes with the ballpoint pen.

The smile on Jun Ruohuan's face vanished instantly.

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Chapter 81 Scouting

The afternoon sun peeked through the clouds, casting a slanted light on the top of the wall, making one side of the stray cat lying on it feel cold while the other side felt hot.

The city is divided into two neat sides by the dividing line between sunlight and shadow. When Li Wanyan takes off her glasses, she feels that the scene in front of her is like an oil painting that has been deliberately made to have this effect.

"Wanyan! Lele and I are going to familiarize ourselves with the venue first, we're leaving now!" Mo Xueyao patted Li Wanyan's shoulder, and also glanced disdainfully at Jun Ruohuan, who was about to talk to Li Wanyan, as if she had separated him with an invisible wall.

"Go."

"Let's go!" This was a call to Hua Yinyin, who was currently clinging to Mr. Xue, trying to snatch a half-broken chocolate from him. The latter helplessly stuffed the rest of the chocolate into her mouth.

Hua Yinyin puffed out her cheeks exaggeratedly, with a few traces of chocolate stains still remaining at the corners of her mouth.

Outsiders might think they're a couple, but in the Snow Music Band, not only Hua Yinyin, but also Wang Jiale or Mo Zhuyou sometimes joke around with him like that.

Even the girls in the same class would do the same.

It's likely that they didn't really treat him like a boy.

This is different from how I feel about Huang Yuxi.

Huang Yuxi is because she looks like a girl, while Mr. Xue is probably because he is so reassuring to be around.

They are so easygoing that they sometimes make people forget the boundaries of gender.

"Eek, did Yinyin eat shit?" Mo Xueyao pointed at the chocolate residue left on Hua Yinyin's lips and said jokingly.

"You're the one who ate shit!!" Hua Yinyin immediately rushed over, trying to smear the chocolate from the corner of her mouth onto Mo Xueyao's face.

"Heave-ho, heave-ho—" Wang Jiale secretly appeared behind Hua Yinyin and took the opportunity to tickle her armpits.

Hua Yinyin, who was 'attacked' from behind, immediately changed her target and turned around to pin Wang Jiale to the table. The two girls started playing around and laughing.

Such a beautiful scene naturally made the boys passing by in the corridor outside stop and stare.

—They probably all wish they were the ones on top of each other.

Uh, maybe I also hope to be the one at the bottom?

The performance venue is located in a bustling downtown area.

This made everyone feel more at ease.

After all, in places where the streets are bustling even late at night, you generally won't encounter anything.

In an era when public security was not so good, and in an era when the crime of hooliganism had only been abolished for a few years, the city center of a big city was synonymous with safety.

—Although Hangzhou is not a megacity like S City, it is already prosperous enough as the provincial capital.

The crowded bus was like a can of conscience crammed to the brim. The people carrying their own instruments were so crowded that they were dizzy and disoriented. It wasn't that they didn't want to take a taxi, but for some reason, several buses had passed by today, but they hadn't seen a single taxi.

Left with no other choice, I had to get on the bus.

Although it wasn't yet closing time, the sheer number of students from the surrounding area gathered there was already quite a lot.

It's easy to imagine how terrifying the crowds must be on a regular basis.

"Sixth Park, we have arrived. Passengers getting off, please use the pedestrian crossing..."

The announcement that the bus had arrived at its stop made Mo Xueyao breathe a sigh of relief. Then, carrying her heavy violin bag, she eagerly jumped off the bus.

More passengers surged onto the platform, after all, the final stop was still a long way off.

The air wasn't particularly fresh, but at least it was much easier to breathe than inside the train carriage.

Hua Yinyin led the way, searching according to the house number on the address.

The storefront was surprisingly bright, unlike many underground bars or nightclubs that are locked in darkness.

The spacious glass door allows you to see the counter inside at a glance. A lucky cat is waving its paws back and forth, and the wine cabinet behind it is filled with wines of various colors, but there seems to be no white wine.

"Is anyone here? This dance hall... what a casual name." Mo Xueyao glanced at the sign and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

"Didn't Xiaoyao read the words on the ticket carefully?"

"Didn't see it..."

"It seems the door isn't open yet." Mo Zhuyou pressed her face against the glass door and found a heavy lock hanging on the outside. She could only push the glass door open slightly, but couldn't open it completely.

"Business hours are from 6 p.m. to 8 a.m. the next day. It's still early." Wang Jiale pointed to the notice board next to the door, which, in addition to the business hours, also read "Closed".

"Do we have to wait until six o'clock?" Mo Xueyao muttered, arms crossed. "It's still a long time."

"How about we go for a stroll around the neighborhood? There's a whole pedestrian street right next to it."

"Hey, look!" Hua Yinyin suddenly leaned excitedly against the shop window, pointing at the posters inside and shouting, "Our names are on them!"

"What?"

Mo Xueyao leaned closer; it showed the names of the bands performing tomorrow.

At the very bottom is the Snow Music Band, with a parenthesis next to it that reads "Student Band from Amazing High School".

Although you can hardly notice it unless you look closely, it's still very exciting.

"Tomorrow... Am I really okay?" Worry was written all over Yu Shu's face. She looked timidly at the promotional poster and muttered anxiously in a low voice.

"It's just one song, right?" Mo Zhuyou reassured her. "I used to worry about whether I would be able to perform on stage, but I got used to it after a few times, right, Xiaoyao?"

"Uh...that's about it." Mo Xueyao touched the hair that had fallen down her temples. "You really should learn from Hua Yinyin in this respect. That girl is fearless, and the more people there are, the bolder she becomes..."

"What are you doing, making up a limerick on the spot?" Hua Yinyin teased, nudging her arm. "Look, the boss is here!"

The energetic young man in front of us was probably around thirty years old. He did look vaguely familiar, but since we had only met him once at the orphanage, he didn't leave a deep impression on us.

“I saw a group of people standing here on the security camera at the entrance, so I figured it must be you guys who have arrived and came out to check.”

"Okay! Let's familiarize ourselves with the venue first!" Hua Yinyin tiptoed and patted the boss's shoulder familiarly. "Can we go in now?"

"Okay, you can use the side door."

To enter through the small gate, you have to go around, pass through the gate of the adjacent residential area, and enter from the back.

The main area of ​​the dance hall is on the basement level. The space is not very large, but the intricate corridors make it seem somewhat secluded.

"Come on, write down the program for the performance here first, and then write down the lighting plan below." The boss poured tea for the five people one cup at a time and sat down leisurely. "After you finish writing, I'll show you the venue."

"Hmm, would you like to sing two songs?"

"Two or three songs are fine. We will arrange the time according to your plan and the length of the songs."

"Two songs...maybe, wouldn't three songs be too many?" Hua Yinyin looked at the others around her, seeking their advice.

Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand, took a sip of tea, and shrugged nonchalantly: "I'm easygoing."

"Two songs, please."

"Like Lele, I also agree with both songs!"

“Three.” Mr. Xue probably thought the same as Hua Yinyin, because when he said this, the latter nodded with obvious delight.

Of course, she couldn't wait to perform a little longer.

"One...one song, is that alright?" Yu Shu asked timidly. As a beginner, she was already quite good at mastering one song, so asking for two would indeed be a bit difficult for her.

"Yu Shu can just play one song."

"Phew..." Hearing Mo Xueyao's words, she let out a long sigh of relief, "Mm!"

"Boss, how's the lighting plan written?"

"What kind of lights do you want for the opening ceremony to shine on the five people? Each person can have a different color light..." Before the boss could finish speaking, Mo Zhuyou interrupted him.

"I want the golden one! The golden light!"

"Haha, there are no gold ones, only yellow ones."

"I want gray!"

"No, we don't have that either."

"Hey boss, shouldn't you replace these lighting fixtures?"

Mo Xueyao helplessly covered her forehead, but it was precisely because of Hua Yinyin that everyone got along very well with the boss.

She acts like a peacemaker, making it comfortable for those around her to be around her.

Can it flash with five colors?

“It’s possible…” The boss looked at Wang Jiale and smiled helplessly, “But the effect might be quite ‘unique’, right?”

"This one will do!"

"Just give me ordinary white light..." Mo Xueyao raised her hand weakly.

"Then I'll be just like Xiaoyao!"

“Pink,” Mr. Xue said last.

"ha--?"

"Alas--"

"Little Snow, Little Snow~"

"Yes, pink suits you very well." The shopkeeper smiled and nodded.

Hua Yinyin continued filling in the form according to the options: "Then, for the third verse of the song 'Fallen Leaves Are Like Potato Chips,' could the lighting be made to create an effect of the lights moving around inside the venue? Let's use yellow lights to create a bit of an autumn atmosphere."

"can."