A Young Woman's Heart

"Uh... um..." Wang Jiale ultimately didn't say that 'this thing is something that an average person can only afford less than half of with a month's salary,' so it's good to let the students have a dream.

At least there's a direction to strive for.

"It must be very expensive."

"It's alright," Wang Qianyu replied cheerfully.

Although she never taught any classes, the students all knew she was a teacher, and even a teacher's teacher.

—In the students' eyes, Wang Qianyu and her classmates should be considered the kind of veteran teachers who came to "hold the fort," while Wang Jiale and her classmates were considered student teachers.

Wang Jiale looked at Wang Qianyu nervously, afraid that she would reveal the price.

Such exorbitant prices will impact children's values ​​and beliefs.

Fortunately, Wang Qianyu didn't mention the price. Instead, she said, "If you do well on your final exams this time, I'll..."

Just as she was about to blurt it out, Ye Wen, who was passing by, suddenly coughed.

"Hmm... I'll give you some small gifts, and Lele will give them to you later."

"Great!"

"Thank you, teacher!"

Wang Jiale blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why Ye Wen hadn't let Wang Qianyu say the second half of her sentence.

She probably meant to give me a dress like this, right?

And it's definitely genuine, but the price is high.

However, receiving that gift might not be a good thing. It could lead to jealousy and ostracism, or even cause some trouble.

"Teacher, what's your last name?" another student asked, trying to ingratiate himself.

"Wang," Wang Qianyu brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Wang Qianyu."

"Both teachers have the surname Wang."

Are you sisters?

"Maybe they're mother and daughter?"

Children have such rich imaginations.

However, if they are mother and daughter, how old must Wang Qianyu be? She must be at least thirty-four or thirty-five years old. But you know, she looks like she's only in her early twenties now. She's still very young, and her face even has a little bit of baby fat.

"Mother and daughter, pfft, that's impossible! Am I that old?" Sure enough, Wang Qianyu was more concerned about this matter.

"Are they sisters?"

"They really do look like sisters."

"Although we can be considered sisters, we're not really blood sisters and have no blood relation." She smiled. "It's a pity Tianyin didn't come. She and Taiyin are the real sisters! Closer than blood sisters."

"And who is that?"

The students' curiosity was piqued.

Wang Qianyu then started talking about the past.

The main focus is on how she came to know Taiyin.

"At that time, I was kidnapped. I barely managed to escape, but I was in an unfamiliar place with no one and had no money. Just as I was about to faint, Taiyin found me..."

Wang Qianyu didn't say anything, and Wang Jiale didn't even know that she had such a thrilling past. She and the other children around her listened with great interest.

This is far more thrilling than any story in a storybook—probably mainly because the firsthand experience of the person involved increases the sense of immersion.

Before anyone knew it, Hua Yinyin and Mo Xueyao had also moved chairs over and sat down.

Several more students gathered nearby.

"Was it really this chaotic before?" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but exclaim after hearing the story.

"Yes, it used to be very chaotic. My family wasn't that rich back then, and we lived in the city. It was really true that you should never go to places with few people, especially girls and children, otherwise you might disappear in the blink of an eye."

"Teacher Qianyu is actually quite good. I heard from my dad that people used to kill each other in the street all the time," Hua Yinyin muttered softly, resting her chin on Mo Xueyao's shoulder.

"Yes, so it really was luck. And if we hadn't encountered Taiyin, there might have been other troubles, like petty thugs or something."

The students clearly hadn't heard enough. Several girls snuggled up to her, gently swaying her body, asking her to tell more stories from the past.

"Let me speak~" Ye Wen, the dean of students, drew the curtains next to her a little.

The windows of the indoor stadium are set high and are also partially shielded to prevent basketballs or other objects from breaking them.

Even so, the sunlight still feels intense, so this extra-long curtain comes in handy.

Students welcome all, and listening to the teacher tell stories is a great way to pass the long lunch break.

"Uh, next I'm going to tell you a very, very, very incredible story, but it really happened. Do you want to hear it?"

"Listen!" Even Wang Jiale joined the children in shouting.

“Okay, cough cough.” Ye Wen seemed to have a real talent for storytelling. “Let’s turn the time knob forward, slowly, let time… go back to twenty years ago, to 1980. Back then, I was still in elementary school, but I met my mother twenty years in the future ahead of time…”

Although it was the height of summer, Mo Xueyao suddenly felt her hair stand on end and a chill run down her spine.

This opening is either a science fiction story or a horror story.

It could also be a science fiction horror story...

"real!?"

"Yes, really," Ye Wen replied earnestly.

But Mo Xueyao could clearly see the smile that she couldn't hide at the corner of her mouth.

It was just a story, as expected.

If this were a real story, it would make people doubt reality.

However, even though they know it's not true, they still can't help but be drawn into it, as if they've returned to that somewhat ancient and mysterious era—at least that's true for them now.

After all, that was twenty years ago.

Mo Xueyao isn't even twenty years old yet!

"Under the dappled shadows of the trees, the sunlight seemed less bright." Ye Wen, almost without thinking, could recite these beautiful and evocative sentences like a storyteller. "I hurriedly looked around and saw that behind me, where there had been no one, someone was suddenly standing, calling my name..."

"It looks familiar..."

"...Later, I learned that she was a mother from the future who had traveled back to the past. She returned for one purpose: to prevent the family from facing the danger that was to come..."

"But is that really all? Because just two minutes later, I saw my future self again... She... wanted to kill me..."

Many students couldn't help but shiver.

They seemed to be frightened by the bizarre scene.

Before the story was finished, the bell rang to end the lunch break.

"what--"

"Eh—"

"Teacher, please continue!"

"Ahem, get out of class is over. Go to the restroom and then go back to the classroom. Ten minutes will pass quickly."

"Go on, please continue—"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow~" Ye Wen playfully squeezed her cheeks.

Mo Xueyao strongly suspected that she had run out of fabrications.

Because the story got more and more outrageous after that.

All sorts of random things have come out.

The logic is also clearly very confusing.

It doesn't stand up to close scrutiny.

After all... it was just a little afternoon story.

"Alright, everyone pack up and go back to the classroom. Remember to take the chairs you brought from the classroom back." Mo Xueyao stood up and took on the role of teacher. "Let's go, Hao Xuanxuan. Your class has Chinese class in the first period this afternoon. There will be a dictation test today. Aren't you going to go back and prepare? If you get those words wrong again, you'll have to copy them ten times as punishment."

"Well!"

The students finally dispersed, somewhat reluctantly.

Of course, some of them still remain in indoor stadiums.

That's because their first period in the afternoon is physical education.

This is the most enjoyable time.

With lunch break, break time, and PE class time, it feels like we have an exceptionally long and enjoyable day of play.

As they left, the students were still discussing some of the terrifying details in the story, and some were debating whether the story was true or false.

Honestly, is there even a need to discuss this? It's definitely fake.

Perhaps the more knowledge one has acquired, the more materialistic one becomes, but the students still feel there is a slight possibility to it.

After all, the world is so big, anything is possible.

Time travel is theoretically impossible.

But what if some mysterious phenomenon could achieve this effect?

The children's boundless imaginations were at their most active at this moment. Mo Xueyao even overheard a boy explaining to his companion what a black hole was, and saying that going through a black hole would take you back to the past...

This guy probably doesn't even know what a black hole is...

Of course, some students who had read other books countered that what can travel through time is a wormhole, not a black hole.

Goodness, this one too, doesn't even know what a wormhole is.

They're probably all hearsay from street vendors.

Mo Xueyao walked upstairs with light steps, humming a little tune as she entered her office.

"Why is Xiaoyao so happy?"

"This is my last class today. After this, I can sleep in tomorrow."