A Young Woman's Heart

The season of budding romance has passed.

However, humans are indeed different from most animals; even if it's not spring, any season can be spring if we want it to be.

Yinling pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at the two of them indifferently: "Le Tingfeng, Duanmu Ji, listen to the lesson properly and stop whispering."

Although the head of the teaching department wasn't as strict as the math teacher, her position still meant that students didn't dare to be too unruly in her class.

—This is the first class on Wednesday.

Mo Xueyao was still a little sleepy.

She forced herself to listen to the entire lesson, then shoved her geography textbook into her drawer and rested her head on her arm.

Ten minutes isn't a long time, but it's enough to take a short break and recharge.

It gets light early these days, so I get up early too.

However, the amount of sleep time remains fixed.

As a result, Mo Xueyao often had to go to school to catch up on sleep.

Huang Yuxi, who was sitting in the front, would secretly pick up her phone as soon as get out of class ended to see if there were any text messages from Sanhua Tongjue.

I heard that Sanhua Tongjue will officially graduate at the beginning of next year.

I wonder if I'll ever come to Z country to look for him again.

MMS is something that has only recently become popular in this era.

Sanhua Tongjue especially likes to post these.

She didn't care about the expensive communication fees.

Mo Xueyao, who was peeking from behind, could occasionally see what she sent... her fair thighs or delicate collarbones.

Huang Yuxi always blushed when she saw it.

Sometimes, she would ask Huang Yuxi to send her something.

For example, the pad of your finger, or gently pat your eye bags.

The phone that Mika Tongjue bought has a fairly clear camera. Although it will become a bit blurry after being sent, it is precisely this kind of blurriness that will greatly whet her appetite.

Mo Xueyao, who was just starting to take a nap, suddenly felt someone gently poking her back.

Without even thinking, I knew it must be the two people sitting behind me.

These two guys have been playing pranks on her a lot lately.

For a moment, Mo Xueyao even began to doubt whether she really had that much charm.

Or is this just a way for guys to express their affection for pretty girls?

But doing that is really childish, and you won't get anything out of it.

Is it really that interesting?

She reluctantly raised half an eyelid and made a muffled sound from her throat: "What is it?"

"Uh... what was the geography homework the teacher assigned again?" Duanmu Ji asked in a low voice, seemingly a little embarrassed.

It seems his skin isn't as thick as Gao Yuan's and the others'.

Mo Xueyao knew, of course, that this was just an excuse to strike up a conversation with her.

Perhaps it was because of the joke he had made last time that he had a different idea.

Knowing all too well what the boy was thinking, she pretended to be confused and handed over her family record book.

After each class, the teacher usually assigns homework. If you didn't hear it clearly, don't worry, because Li Wanyan will write the homework that has been assigned for the day on the blackboard during lunch break and after school.

However, people like Mo Xueyao would record everything each time and then write it down whenever they had free time.

This is also why she rarely has to do homework after she gets home.

In fact, if all homework had to be done at home, it would be a lot.

But if you write a little after each class, it will be much easier when you get home.

Aside from those in the final year of junior high and senior high school, some people feel overwhelmed by homework, which is mostly due to their inability to manage their time effectively.

"See for yourself."

"Oh, thank you."

Duanmu Ji hurriedly took out a new notebook, pretending it was a homework record book, and copied down the homework she had written down.

Mo Xueyao's handwriting is relatively wide and the strokes are heavy, but because she used a 0.35 fine pen tip, it still looks somewhat delicate.

—This pen refill was highly recommended to her by Wang Jiale and the others.

The handwriting like this does indeed look more like what a real girl would write...

Moreover, once you get used to writing with a fine pen, it seems like you can't get used to using a thick one.

I always feel like it will take up a lot of space, and before I know it, it will extend beyond the lines.

"Wow, notebooks used by pretty girls always smell good."

You're exaggerating.

"Really? You can smell it if you don't believe me."

"Uh……"

Mo Xueyao didn't want to turn around, afraid that she would see the strange scene of two boys sniffing her notebook.

Girls aren't that great.

Boys always have too many unrealistic expectations of girls.

You still have to go to the toilet if you need to...

Could it be that you can pull out some kind of colorful jelly?

After copying the homework, Duanmu Ji poked her back and handed the notebook back.

Back and forth like this, most of the short ten minutes were quickly used up.

Just as Mo Xueyao was about to fall asleep, the school bell rang again.

She could only helplessly raise her head and prop her cheeks up with her hand.

Fortunately, she could ask Li Wanyan for help with anything she didn't understand when she got home that night; otherwise, her grades definitely wouldn't have been able to maintain their current level.

Although it's related to sleep duration, I do seem to be feeling particularly sleepy lately.

Sometimes I go to bed at nine o'clock, but when I wake up at five-thirty the next day, I'm still as sleepy as if I went to bed at two in the morning.

The second lesson was history.

These are core subjects for liberal arts students.

We can't ignore it.

Mo Xueyao could only force herself to stay alert, take a deep breath, and sit up straight.

But Duanmu Ji gently poked the slightly sunken 'soft spot' between his shoulder blades on his back.

A tingling, numb sensation instantly spread throughout her body, making her shudder: "What—what happened now?"

"Um...can I borrow your correction tape?"

"...Only correction tapes are available."

"That's okay, that's okay."

Mo Xueyao lowered her head, took out a sheet of correction tape that had been used quite a bit from her schoolbag, and handed it to him.

What's the next class?

"Go check the class schedule yourself..."

"I wonder what we'll have for lunch."

"..."

Will it rain today?

"..."

"I don't think I brought an umbrella."

"It won't go down..."

What did the teacher just say?

"Some casual talk about the burning of opium at Humen."

"Oh--"

Duanmu Ji seems to like chatting with Mo Xueyao a lot lately.

One didn't turn around, while the other stared at the back of her head.

They actually managed to have a great conversation like that.

However, most of the time, it was Mo Xueyao who was accommodating him.

The bell rang as usual to signal the end of get out of class.

She let out a long breath and collapsed onto the table as if all her bones had been removed.

"Hey, let me sleep for a bit. It's such a long break between classes, don't bother me."

"Huh? Oh, oh..." Duanmu Ji's outstretched hand changed direction, poking Leng Feng, "Leng Feng, did you memorize your history homework from class?"

"No, I'll just copy what Xiaoyao wrote down after school."

The classroom was filled with noise.

Mo Xueyao can finally have a moment of peace.

The long break between classes at Yukong High School lasts for as long as half an hour.

This is true at least for the first and second years of high school.

"Little Yaoyao—! Do you need to go to the toilet?"