A Young Woman's Heart

She pointed to her throat and wrote in large characters on the blackboard, "My throat hurts, I can't speak today."

"Ahem—" Ye Wen's gaze swept around the classroom before finally landing on Le Tingfeng's face.

This guy always speaks loudly; you can hear him even from several floors away.

Ye Wen called him up to the stage and handed him a piece of paper with writing on it.

“Read it… cough cough um—” Ye Wen cleared her throat and said in a low voice with some difficulty.

She probably had a fever; her face had an unnatural flush.

However, teachers, as long as they can still stand on the podium, are always reluctant to ask for leave to rest.

Whether it's due to a sense of responsibility or simply a worry about falling behind in the course, most teachers are very responsible towards their students.

Especially the homeroom teacher.

"July is the month for the senior high school students' college entrance examination, after which they will hold their graduation ceremony. The junior high school students have already started their summer vacation in June. Every year, Yukong High School asks the junior high school students to write a graduation blessing for the senior high school students, and this year is no exception." Le Tingfeng stood upright, reading the words on the paper, which was a kind of fun to be the class representative for Chinese. "Write your blessings on the cards that are handed out. Those who are good at hands-on activities can make greeting cards. The glossy cardstock is for folding origami cranes or paper flowers. If you don't know how to fold them, you can ask the entertainment committee member. You can also fold other things you want to fold, but of course, they must be origami with good wishes."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xueyao subconsciously glanced at the blackboard behind her.

She still drew the blackboard bulletin this month, but that was at the beginning of the month. Half a month has passed, and she has almost forgotten that she is the entertainment committee member.

but……

She has absolutely no idea how to fold origami cranes and flowers. I bet any girl is better at that than her.

"Ah Wen!" she quickly raised her hand, "I don't know how to fold them!"

Ye Wen whispered something in Le Tingfeng's ear, and the latter relayed her meaning: "Can you fold little stars?"

"I can't do it anymore..." Mo Xueyao helplessly covered her forehead, ignoring the cold wind beside her that was secretly laughing, and hurriedly called out, "I know who can fold little stars! Su Su!"

An Ruosu suddenly crossed her arms over her chest, as if to block the invasion of some ghost.

"If you want to learn how to fold twinkle twinkle, look for Susu! And then—who knows how to fold origami cranes again?" This sentence was still relayed by Youle Tingfeng.

Immediately, many girls raised their hands.

As for those who could fold paper flowers, very few did; only Li Wanyan raised her hand in the whole class.

"When did Wanyan learn to fold paper flowers?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously, leaning on the cold wind's table.

Li Wanyan turned her head and calmly replied, "I learned it from my godfather."

The godfather she mentioned was Mo Xueyao's biological father.

"Huh? My dad can fold paper flowers?"

"I've seen it a few times during the Qingming Festival."

"Wanyan, you are truly stronger than I expected..."

……

(three)

Mo Xueyao naturally handed over the task of folding paper flowers to Li Wanyan, but stared at the blank paper in front of her for a long time, not knowing what to write.

It's similar to what others have written, and it feels very formulaic.

I tried to think of something myself, but I didn't know where to begin writing it.

graduate……

Although this is already the second semester of the second year of high school.

Summer vacation will start at the end of next month.

But she still felt that graduation was a long way off.

There's still a year left... a whole year.

But looking back, I realize that a year actually goes by very quickly.

Haven't we already had two years already?

I had my surgery done just before the start of my first year of high school.

If you were to graduate, what would you most like to say to your graduating self?

She changed her mindset and scratched her head vigorously.

"Well, Xiaoyao, have you figured out how to write it yet?" Leng Feng, who was standing to the side, had been watching her for a long time, just waiting to 'copy the answer'!

"Not yet..."

"Xiaoxi seems to have finished writing. Should I borrow her and copy it together?"

"Ah, let me see how he wrote it?"

So, Leng Feng stretched out his slightly thickened fingers, which were used frequently, and poked Huang Yuxi's back.

He had just stretched and was about to yawn, but the poke made him swallow it back in embarrassment.

Judging from the contorted expression on his face, you could tell how much pain he was in.

"Xiao Xi! Let me borrow something from your writing!"

"Eh? I... um... um... here..." Huang Yuxi handed her her 'answer' somewhat embarrassedly. Leng Feng eagerly took it and flattened the card in front of her, then used her pencil case to weigh it down so it wouldn't be blown away by the wind.

Huang Yuxi's blessing was very formulaic.

At least that's how Mo Xueyao sees it.

But Leng Feng didn't mind at all and was very happy copying.

It's just a matter of changing or deleting a few sentences.

Mo Xueyao didn't find it helpful. She tilted her head and thought for a long time before finally writing "Message" on the blank paper, whereas everyone else wrote "Blessings."

If she graduates, I'm sure I'll still... feel reluctant to let her go.

With these feelings in mind, Mo Xueyao wrote down her thoughts on the paper.

"Graduation has arrived. Are you happy or sad? If you feel a little reluctant to leave, then take advantage of this summer vacation to spend more time with your friends. Perhaps those friends who were so close in high school that they could share the same pants will no longer have any contact after graduation. Maintaining a relationship that is not by your side is actually very difficult, so take advantage of the summer vacation to get together more often, at least so that you don't have too many regrets."

Once you've got a start, the rest is much easier to write.

Mo Xueyao's thoughts immediately flowed like a spring, and she began to write quickly on the paper.

It was a full page of writing, which seemed very sincere.

Le Tingfeng wrote it next to the podium so that he could directly relay any messages Ye Wen might have.

"If you know any upperclassmen, you can write down who it's for at the end—" He added a comical eyebrow twitch at the end, "Hehe, you can use it to confess your feelings too!"

Ye Wen gently tapped his forehead, causing him to sit down obediently and begin writing his graduation wishes for the senior high school students.

……

(four)

Hua Yinyin was carrying a pile of Chinese language test papers, and Mo Xueyao was dragged over by her to come along.

It seemed as if she dared not go to the classrooms of the senior high school students by herself.

She had only gone to Ye Wen's office to pick up the corrected homework, but was stopped by another Chinese teacher in the same office who asked her to take the Chinese homework to Class 4 of the third year of high school.

Mo Xueyao happened to come out to use the restroom and was casually dragged into the labor.

Although she didn't actually help carry anything, she was at most just there to encourage Hua Yinyin.

The senior high school students are all on the top floor.

Only the lower-ranked classes will be on the fourth floor.

Class 4 of the third year of high school was one of the classes that could stay on the fifth floor.

Although it wasn't a top-tier class, there was still a sense of unease in the class as the college entrance exam approached.

Standing at the door, the air inside felt incredibly stuffy.

The desks were piled with all sorts of books and test papers. Even though it was lunch break, few people went out. Most people were in the classroom, almost buried in test papers and books.

The idea of ​​plunging headlong into the ocean of knowledge seems to be more than just an exaggerated metaphor.

At this moment, it seems very real.

They looked around but couldn't find anyone to talk to, and they didn't know where to put all that Chinese homework.

"How about we just put it on the podium?"

"Hmm... that's it." Hua Yinyin carefully ran into the classroom, piled the homework on the teacher's desk, and then immediately ran out.

He grabbed Mo Xueyao's arm as if some ferocious beast had been chasing her.

"There's no need to be so nervous..."

"Why don't you go in and try, Yao Yao?"

"I'm fine, why would I go in..."

She scratched her cheek sheepishly and then slowly retreated with Hua Yinyin.

There was not a ripple inside, just like an ancient well that had been sealed away for a long time.

It was clearly during my free time.

It was as quiet as if it were during an exam.

Everyone seemed to be consciously trying not to make too much noise.

The situation is even more serious in the neighboring Senior Three Classes 1 and 2.

When they reached the fourth floor, the two couldn't resist their curiosity and went to take a look at Class 6 of the third year of high school.

You could hear the sounds of laughter and playfulness coming from inside, even from afar.

Sure enough, this is the kind of atmosphere a class should have...

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Chapter 86 Children's Day