A Young Woman's Heart

Why aren't you going?

"I'm not interested, you wouldn't dare, would you?"

"What can I do?"

"I'll treat you to the drinks."

"it is good!"

The boy immediately agreed, puffed out his belly like a victorious general, and walked to Mo Xueyao's side with his head held high.

She was completely absorbed in thinking about the answer to the question, almost to the point of losing herself in the thought.

Although I can hear the sounds around me, I don't think about what they are at all; I just filter them out as meaningless background music.

But the boy suddenly said "Hey".

"cough!"

Mo Xueyao was startled and immediately raised her head in displeasure, frowning as she glared at the person who had interrupted her from writing her questions with her jewel-like sky-blue eyes.

"Hey, you..." He was initially somewhat flippant, casually asking for a phone number.

But when he saw her eyes, he was suddenly stunned.

The anger on her face seemed to carry a touch of endearing vulnerability; her fair face was chubby and had a hint of baby fat.

"Gulp." He swallowed.

Mo Xueyao's eyes seemed to possess some kind of magic, making it impossible for him to look away.

He only snapped out of his daze when she disdainfully looked away and returned her gaze to her workbook.

Although she was very close to him, she made him feel like she was from a different world.

Her skin was so fair that it even reflected light in the sunlight.

From a distance, it looks like it's glowing.

"What's wrong? Got scared?"

"Fine, I give up."

"Haha, you can't be that serious, can you?"

"You have no idea... I... um, I feel so embarrassed to talk."

"Still a coward."

"Tch, if you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'll do it!"

Mo Xueyao hadn't yet recovered from her earlier state. After hearing her companion's words, she turned her head and gave them both a disdainful look, which immediately extinguished the other person's little scheme.

"It feels like I'm disliked..."

"Blue...eyes."

"Mixed-race?"

They may never meet Mo Xueyao again, but for a long time to come, she will surely appear in their most beautiful dreams.

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Chapter 112 Final Exams of the Second Semester of Grade 11

The date was June 27th.

Tuesday.

This is the last day of final exams.

The entire campus was incredibly quiet.

There was even a touch of solemnity in it.

The senior high school students are not at school. They returned from their intensive training camp a couple of days ago and have been on holiday ever since.

The rest of the time is their own; they can stay home and study hard until the college entrance examination in about two weeks.

In other words, after today, Yukong High School will basically be emptied out.

The arrival of summer vacation will sweep away the usual hustle and bustle of this place, bringing two months of quiet.

It is said that the Education Bureau is considering reforming the college entrance examination again recently, and starting next year, high school humanities classes may also need to study relatively simpler physics and chemistry.

Of course, the subjects for the college entrance examination will only change when the students who have actually implemented the reforms reach their senior year of high school.

They probably felt that studying only humanities or only sciences was not good, so they planned to change the division of humanities and sciences into a biased one, changing the original unrelated classes into classes with different focuses.

Correspondingly, students in science classes will probably have to study some politics and history as well.

English was the last subject of this exam. Mo Xueyao, who was lost in thought, suddenly heard familiar music playing. She quickly grabbed the pen that almost rolled under the table and buried herself in the questions.

Previewing the questions is the most basic thing to do. This way, you can listen more attentively and ignore any useless information that is deliberately mixed in.

I guess it's because I took exams all day today, and this was the last one, so I felt a bit tired.

I was so busy studying that I didn't get a proper rest.

Mo Xueyao yawned widely, feeling as if she had been temporarily deaf. When she regained her hearing, it was as if the volume had been turned up, and the sounds around her suddenly became exceptionally clear.

In school listening tests, the questions are usually read aloud by the school's own teachers.

However, they rarely read it live; they usually record it on tape and then play it back.

The woman's voice was soft, like a sticky rice ball sprinkled with white sugar, completely different from the typical female voices of hearing aids. You could immediately tell that it was Teacher Wang Qianyu's voice.

"Was the listening test recorded by Teacher Qianyu this year...?" Mo Xueyao muttered softly, then quickly pulled her attention back and focused on the questions again.

A student next to me, whose class I couldn't tell, was already writing furiously, quickly filling in all the answers to the multiple-choice questions.

It is said that this type of answer sheet will be officially used in this year's college entrance examination.

But this guy is using it way too skillfully.

Without a doubt, the answers were all randomly filled in.

After finishing writing, he lay down and fell asleep, seemingly without any psychological burden.

"Ahem!" Ye Yu, who was proctoring the exam from the podium, coughed loudly and whispered during a break in the reading, "Listen carefully—"

Seeing that the boy didn't react, he had no choice but to pull him up and make him look at the questions.

But when he saw the already filled-in answer sheet, he could only shake his head helplessly.

After the third listening exercise, everything returned to silence.

All that remained were the sounds of turning pages and pencils scribbling on paper.

The cicadas outside the window chirped tirelessly, trying their best to add some noise to the quiet school.

The electric fan in the classroom was already on full blast, blowing loudly, but it didn't bring much coolness.

Mo Xueyao wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling as if her eyelashes were being smeared.

Actually, the weather wasn't that hot. It was probably because the classrooms were poorly insulated and there were too many people sitting there.

Each person's exhale, when combined, can raise the indoor temperature by several degrees.

She secretly took off her shoes and placed them on the crossbar of her desk. Her bare feet, which were not wearing socks, were covered in dust.

A lark darted to the window, tilted its head, and stared for a long time, seemingly unable to understand what these humans were doing in almost the same way.

About ten minutes later, probably getting bored, it flapped its wings and took flight. Amidst the quiet exclamations of a few students, it flew through the classroom, then through the window facing the corridor, and flew away singing a 'song'.

The final moments are always a little agonizing.

Mo Xueyao patiently and carefully completed the last few questions, then flipped the page and checked them several times.

I read the parts I was unsure about several times in particular.

Sometimes, deciding whether or not to change these things is a difficult question.

Because several times, changing the rules only made things worse...

At times like these, hair tends to wear out more than usual.

Because every time I scratch my hair, I manage to pull out several strands.

"Teacher, what time is it?" someone suddenly raised their hand and asked.

"There are 25 minutes left." Ye Yu glanced at his watch. "Everyone, hurry up, especially those who haven't finished yet—and those who have finished, double-check your work so you don't regret it when the results come out."

It seems like every teacher says this, whether they are older or younger.

Of course, there will always be people who need to go to the toilet. Usually, those who do this are the guys who have already finished writing and have slept several times.

For them, English exams are probably quite grueling.

Because its duration is comparable to that of a Chinese language lesson.

The guy next to her had been asleep since the beginning and hadn't woken up yet. His drool was already dripping onto the exam paper. Mo Xueyao just glanced at him and couldn't help but frown.

It also reminded her of herself in the first year of junior high school.

She seems to have done something like that before.

I got a severe scolding from the teacher back then.

But the more the teacher scolded her, the more she insisted on doing it, as if it were very interesting.

Looking back now, I realize how incredibly naive I was.

Being self-righteous ultimately only hurts oneself.

Her thoughts drifted away again.

It wasn't until Ye Yu said there were only five minutes left that he hurriedly flipped through the exam paper and checked it again.

The main purpose is to check for any basic mistakes such as misspelling names or forgetting to fill in answers.

The bell rang as scheduled to signal the end of the exam.