A Young Woman's Heart

Another game, which was supposed to be a best-of-five series, but Cha Li managed to win three games with difficulty.

"Cha Li... how did you do that?" Mo Xueyao whispered in her ear.

"It's all about luck."

"No way... what if it fails?"

"Try a different approach!"

Perhaps it's like fortune telling; there's always something to say.

However, this current method is probably the one that leaves Li Minxiong with the least to say.

"Fate, is it something even I cannot control?" He stood there with his head down, murmuring softly.

Cha Li finally couldn't keep her expression in check and couldn't help but laugh so hard she turned her back to him.

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Correcting Homework

The desks in the office have partitions, so even though they are in the same room, each teacher has some personal privacy or can maintain a certain level of quiet to focus on their work.

Today is Tuesday, July 10th.

Mo Xueyao's first class today was the third period in the morning, so she seemed particularly relaxed after arriving at the office.

You can also leisurely brew a cup of coffee and sip it slowly.

The school's offices are quite large, but in reality there are only two offices per floor, so naturally they need to be built to be spacious.

It's probably because they're thinking about saving money if they want to install air conditioning later...

Mo Xueyao sat at the desk in the front row. Although the office door was often open and closed, it was relatively cool because the air conditioner fan that needed to hold ice was in the other corner, gently blowing air into the room.

The two ceiling fans overhead were blowing diligently, but they only helped to reduce the amount of sweat when things quieted down. If you had just come in from outside, it was so hot that you couldn't sit down at all.

"Little Yaoyao, do you want some ice?" Hua Yinyin called out as soon as she put a big ice block on the air conditioner fan.

"Those ice cubes were frozen from tap water, so don't eat them."

"I meant I froze it myself!"

"Okay then." Adding some ice to the coffee won't turn it into iced coffee right away, but at least it will be at room temperature.

In this hot summer, even slightly hot drinks are simply unpalatable.

"Whoosh." The door opened again, and Wang Jiale shook her head and walked in, carrying her teaching materials. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her hair, which she had just tied up that morning, looked a little messy.

She had just finished her first class of the morning.

"Was Lele teaching a fifth-grade class just now?" Mo Xueyao took a sip of her coffee, which had now cooled to room temperature, and asked leisurely.

"Yeah, phew..."

"Did Li Minxiong come today?"

"Here he comes. He's really something... Whenever I talk about a few extra points in class, he always has to refute me or express his own opinions and doubts. It's driving me crazy." Wang Jiale threw the teaching materials on the desk, directly in front of the air conditioner fan, and opened her mouth wide towards the air vent, as if that would cool her down from the inside out.

"Pfft, that kid... well, it's surprising enough that he even showed up."

"That means he keeps his promise, doesn't it?" Cha Li smiled and stopped Hua Yinyin, asking for two ice cubes and throwing them into her water glass—it was originally boiled water, but it had become a little warm because of the hot weather.

"At least he's willing to accept defeat, but it's really too difficult to convince him wholeheartedly. This guy is just too self-centered."

"Or perhaps you're more accurately described as having your own opinions?"

"What kind of opinion is that? I always feel like he just wants to prove he's special." Wang Jiale completely disagreed with Cha Li's words. "Ugh, I can only rest for ten minutes, I have class next period, headache..."

"Where is Wanyan?" Mo Xueyao suddenly asked.

"I guess it's because they have to teach consecutive classes, so they simply didn't go back to the office?" Xuan Anyi speculated. She then stood up slowly. "I have a class next period too. Today I plan to teach them some simple color matching."

"Go ahead, go ahead, my class isn't until the afternoon." Hua Yinyin rested her chin on her hand and sat down leisurely at her desk.

Teachers of minor subjects have a relatively easier job, since not every class has music, physical education, or art classes every day.

"Yinyin has four classes this afternoon, right?"

"Hmm, one art class, three lower-grade Chinese classes." Hua Yinyin waved her hand, rested her face on the table, and let her hands hang limply at her sides. "Don't talk about these things, just thinking about them gives me a headache. I hope this afternoon doesn't come so soon..."

Duanmu Ji and Mr. Xue don't always have to stay in the office, so I don't know where they've gone right now. I don't think any class has PE as the first period, right?

While Mo Xueyao and the others were chatting, the half-closed office door was suddenly pushed open, and a boy gave a half-hearted salute and shouted, "Report!"

"Come in." Mo Xueyao lazily squinted her eyes.

He was holding a stack of homework books in his hands, clearly the class monitor who was in charge of collecting homework for a certain class.

Because each class has a small number of students, there are no further class representatives; only one class monitor is assigned to collect homework for all subjects.

As soon as he came in, he carried the homework books to Mo Xueyao's desk and placed a stack of homework that had already been laid out horizontally on her desk: "Teacher Mo, this is the fourth-grade Chinese homework."

"it is good."

"Which desk is the math teacher's? Mr. Mo's."

"The one behind me is it."

Then, one after another, the 'class monitors' came in to hand in their homework.

Although there aren't many people in one class, when several classes are combined, it seems like a lot.

Of course, compared to the tall stack of homework on Li Wanyan's desk, the amount of homework that everyone needed to correct was nothing.

Mo Xueyao took another sip of coffee, picked up the fourth-grade book, and placed it beside her.

That day, she assigned the fourth graders homework to copy the new words and phrases three times and an excerpt from the original text once, and then to do the exercises for the article.

It sounds like a lot, but it's actually very little.

There are only about ten new words in total. The original text is "Burning Clouds," which has only a few hundred words in total. The excerpted sentences are only about a hundred words in total. As for the exercises, most of them are multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank. Only the sentence imitation and after-class thinking exercises are a bit longer.

Overall, it can definitely be done in half an hour, and if you focus, it can be done in fifteen minutes without any problem.

Mo Xueyao knew the kids would have a full day off the next day, so she specially made a little more preparations.

She first opened the copybook, then closed it again.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he opened it again...

She seriously doubted whether what she had opened was actually homework.

Because this looks more like a study of some kind of occult texts.

"Wow... what is this?" Hua Yinyin almost spat out her drink. "It looks like scribbles. Is this really pinyin? It looks like tadpoles!"

“Mine is also… written in a style similar to oracle bone script.” Mo Xueyao flipped back to the cover and glanced at it. “Ren Wenkai… this kid wrote it.”

"Ren Wenkai?" Cha Li, who was grading homework, found the book she had just graded. "His English letters are actually quite clear."

"Can't this kid write Chinese?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "If it were me before, I would have made him rewrite it long ago."

As she spoke, she circled Ren Wenkai's name on the list, indicating that she would have to teach him a lesson later.

"My eyes hurt from looking at this." Hua Yinyin rubbed her eyelids. "I can't stand it anymore. What is this writing... If you don't know how to write, just write it stroke by stroke. Why write the pinyin letters in a continuous line..."

“Elementary school homework…” Mo Xueyao sighed, wrote “read” on Ren Wenkai’s homework, and then opened his workbook.

Goodness, these practice questions are a complete mess whenever there's a lot of Chinese writing involved. If you look closely, you'll find that there's even some content replaced with pinyin, all mixed together, making it a real headache to read.

She wished she could erase the answer and make the kid go back and rewrite it.

However, not all students write so badly; most of them write fairly normally, although some are a bit messy, but at least they are legible.

Some of the girls had particularly neat handwriting, as easy to read as if it were printed out.

Just looking at it makes one feel refreshed and relaxed.

After all the homework from grades four, five, and six was graded, the third period was about to begin.

The corrections were slow mainly because Mo Xueyao circled the typos and awkward sentences in red pen and gave some suggestions for improvement.

One or two days is not difficult.

But thinking about it, having to do this every day and enduring the torment of those illegible characters still gives me a bit of a headache.

No wonder my elementary school Chinese teacher would often drag students aside to practice calligraphy.

Speaking of which, Mo Xueyao was one of those who were once forced to practice calligraphy.

But it wasn't that she couldn't write well; it was just that she was in a rush, so her writing was particularly messy.

As for Ren Wenkai, she had reason to suspect that this was how he wrote his characters; many of his strokes were written in a way that was obviously wrong.

Take the character "美" (měi, meaning beauty) for example. The upper and lower parts are not only separated, but also misaligned, almost like it has been beheaded. She searched for a long time and found that the two dots were on the character "术" (shù, meaning skill) next to it. It's really amazing.

A slightly hurried whistle sounded, signaling the official start of the third period.

Because it was a 'long' 20-minute break, many children ran out into the corridors, and some who weren't bothered by the heat even went to the playground to play hopscotch.

This caused the corridor to become a bit noisy, with groups of children running quickly towards their classrooms.

Mo Xueyao picked up the corrected Chinese homework and walked towards the fourth-grade classroom.

"Ahem!" She waited for the bell to stop ringing a little, then cleared her throat forcefully. "Class monitor, come up and distribute the homework back. I gave an 'S' to the homework this time, so I'll give it special praise. Those who didn't get a grade will be criticized. If you accumulate enough 'S' grades, I'll tally them up and you can exchange them for rewards—" Mo Xueyao learned this trick from Wang Qianyu.

Although she wasn't as rich as Wang Qianyu, with Ye Wen's sponsorship, giving her some pretty notebooks or pens wouldn't be a problem.

"Ren Wenkai, how did you learn to write? Your handwriting looks like a dog's scribbles! Come up here!"

Ren Wenkai is a chubby boy, and when he was called up, he was clearly very reluctant.

"Tell me, how exactly do you write the word 'fine arts'?"

He stood on the blackboard and scratched his head.

"You should be able to write, right? Here's the chalk, write it on the blackboard for me."

Ren Wenkai hesitated for a long time before he started writing crookedly on the blackboard.

This time, the dot wasn't added to the character '术' (shù), but the whole character was written so high it almost floated to the sky, and the character for 'art' in 'art' had an extra horizontal stroke at the bottom...

How exactly does the memory partition in his brain store knowledge?