A Young Woman's Heart

"Hehe, you idiot Yin Yin~"

"Hey, the students are watching us. Stop acting like little kids, okay?"

"What does it matter!" Hua Yinyin said matter-of-factly. "A teacher doesn't necessarily have to put on airs. Look, look, I just said you and Xiao Ji are about the same, and you didn't believe me!"

"that is!"

"So you two teamed up against me, huh?" Mo Xueyao twitched her lips and pinched Hua Yinyin and Wang Jiale's cheeks—one in each hand.

"Wow--"

"Xiaoyao is becoming more and more like the class monitor."

"Thump." Just then, a boy suddenly tripped and fell face-first onto the slightly hot plastic track.

“Someone fell down—” Hua Yinyin pointed at him vaguely.

Mo Xueyao quickly let go of his hand and bent down to support his arm, but the latter staggered and seemed unable to stand up.

"Uh..." The fourth-grade boy gritted his teeth, waved his hands, and slowly sat down on the ground.

The shorts he was wearing were slightly ripped near the knees, and both knees were covered in blood and gore.

There were a few granules from the plastic running track stuck to it.

Asking "Are you alright?" at this point would be utterly idiotic.

However, Wang Jiale actually asked, "Are you alright?"

Her face was filled with worry.

"fine……"

"Nothing's wrong, my foot!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "Take him to Teacher Su's place. If we don't take care of him, it'll get infected."

"Pfft, Lele is so silly." Hua Yinyin teased in a low voice, amused.

Wang Jiale's face remained expressionless, but the hand behind her secretly patted her lower back, as if in retaliation.

"What happened?" Mr. Xue saw the student who had fallen and ran over quickly.

Behind him was Duanmu Ji.

The two of them rushed there almost at the same time.

Duanmu Ji bent down and immediately helped him up: "This is a third-grade student. How are you? Can you still walk?"

"Maybe...?" He gave an awkward laugh, then winced in pain.

"Come on," Mr. Xue said, taking his arm. "Let's go to the infirmary to get some medicine."

Duanmu Ji didn't say anything, but immediately took his other arm.

The boy's expression turned somewhat awkward for a moment.

He stared blankly as the two physical education teachers helped him walk quickly toward the infirmary.

However, his feet hadn't even touched the ground yet...

“Elementary schools really need medical teachers.” Mo Xueyao watched the three walk away, and it took her a while to come back to her senses. “Children are so easily injured.”

"They're just too active. Little Yaoyao didn't take any lower-grade Chinese classes because they were practically... ADHD-like. I was afraid they'd fall off their chairs."

As they were talking, a boy who was playing on the horizontal bar in the distance suddenly jumped down with a 'thud,' then clutched his ankle and fell to the ground.

"Look, another one."

"Goodness, one after another, huh?" With the two PE teachers gone, it's naturally the other teachers' turn to take charge.

The three of them left the windy place and ran to the student's side.

Fortunately, he only sprained his ankle and only needed to sit and rest for a while.

"Xiaoxue! How is that boy? Is he alright?" Wang Jiale waved to Mr. Xue, who was walking towards them from a distance.

"Don't worry, he'll be running around everywhere again this afternoon!"

“Maybe it will be fine in a couple of classes…” Mo Xueyao was very familiar with this.

"What's wrong with him?" Duanmu Ji walked over to the boy sitting on the ground.

"I twisted my ankle."

"Oh—" Duanmu Ji was also helpless and could only say indifferently, "Then let's rest for a while."

Mo Xueyao really wanted to say, "Nonsense, do you need to say that?", but she felt it would damage his reputation as a teacher, so she swallowed it back.

"Hey—you two, what are you doing fighting?"

Before this was over, Duanmu Ji looked up and saw two third-grade students wrestling together, a boy and a girl.

I don't even know what they're typing.

It seems that even physical education teachers aren't without their share of troubles.

……

"Dong dong."

After lunch.

Li Wanyan, the 'homeroom teacher,' is always very busy.

“Teacher Li!” Mo Xueyao recognized the student as a fourth-grade student; after all, it was hard not to remember someone by that size.

"Ren Wenkai?" Li Wanyan called out his name accurately. "What's the matter?"

"Someone stole five cents from me!"

"Who stole yours?"

"Him!" He pointed to the boy he had pulled over.

The latter hunched over, looking somewhat introverted or perhaps a little guilty.

"Why do you say he stole it?"

"Because I had 50 cents with me in the morning, and then I wanted to buy an ice cream at noon, but I didn't have any left!"

Although Mo Xueyao, who was sitting in the front, did not turn around, she couldn't help but prick up her ears.

I also found it somewhat funny.

Just for 50 cents...

Well, that's quite a lot for a child.

"Then why do you say he stole it?"

Ren Wenkai stammered, as if he couldn't explain clearly: "It's him. Because of him, someone told me that he... he went back to the classroom first during lunch..."

“Going back to the classroom doesn’t mean he stole it. Is there any other evidence?”

"Yes...! I saw him in the classroom when Qian Haibo, a fifth-grader, came back!"

"Did you see him steal it with your own eyes?"

"I don't know, that's what he told me..."

Li Wanyan looked at the fifth-grade boy who was doing his homework next to her: "Go and call Qian Haibo over."

At times like this, he reacts very quickly, dashing out as if he can finally be temporarily relieved from the pain of doing his homework.

A short while later, the boy named Qian Haibo was called over.

“Qian Haibo, stand here. You’re in fifth grade. How did you see what happened in the fourth-grade classroom?” Li Wanyan asked calmly, upholding the principles of fairness and impartiality.

The skinny boy kept his head down, looking somewhat frightened.

In elementary school, big boys are more likely to bully others...

However, we cannot rule out the possibility that his behavior was simply due to a guilty conscience.

“I had just finished eating and was passing by the fourth grade classroom when I saw him squatting next to Ren Wenkai’s desk. I wanted to find Ren Wenkai to play with.

"I... I was just picking up a pen..." He looked aggrieved.

"It must have been stolen! No, otherwise why would I have no money when I came back!" Ren Wenkai shouted, his voice much louder than when he answered the question.

"Stop." Li Wanyan glanced at the three faces indifferently. "Sun Haihang, did you bring any money with you when you came to school today?"

"No." He shook his head, clutching his collar nervously. "I even opened my backpack and let him check it, and I checked the pockets too..."

Li Wanyan looked at Ren Wenkai with a slight smile: "They already let you search your body and bag, and they didn't find your five cents. Why do you insist that he stole it?"

"He must have hidden somewhere else!"

Do you have any evidence?

“He…he…” Ren Wenkai said anxiously, “He pushed the table forward…”

"Pfft." Mo Xueyao laughed out loud, then quickly covered her mouth, mainly because these reasons were all too unfounded.

Li Wanyan stared calmly at Sun Haihang: "You really didn't steal anyone's money, did you?"

"I really don't have any, I have no money..."

After scrutinizing his expression for a while, Li Wanyan turned back and said, "He really didn't steal your money. Besides, you don't have any evidence, so you can't just accuse someone. He was just squatting down next to your table to pick something up."

"But he..."

"He's stolen other people's erasers before!" Ren Wenkai blurted out.

"But that doesn't mean he stole it this time. Okay, go back now. Look around the classroom again and see if you can find five cents."

“Teacher, he must have stolen it—” But Ren Wenkai refused to leave, seemingly feeling that the teacher’s judgment was not fair at all.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

However, Li Wanyan wasn't angry; she just smiled.

"Squeak—" Xuan Anyi pushed open the door and walked in, holding an orange-yellow coin in her hand. "A fourth-grade student just told me that he found it in the classroom..."

"Five cents?" Mo Xueyao asked with a smile.

"Hmm, how did Xiaoyao know?"

"See, he definitely didn't steal it." Li Wanyan's gaze fell heavily on Ren Wenkai, and she looked rather serious at this moment.