A Young Woman's Heart

"Shut up, you brat." Before Wang Jiale could speak, Li Hongran slapped him hard on the head. "As the saying goes, it's always good to have more skills. It's always good to learn more."

"What kind of man does needlework? Is this some kind of invincible swordsman?"

"Shut up, shut up!" Zhou Yong couldn't stand it anymore and covered Liu Xiaowei's mouth, giving Mo Xueyao and the others an apologetic smile.

He was just being silly.

Mo Xueyao didn't feel there was anything to be angry about.

Actually, she was a little bit resistant.

“Alright, everyone look over here. Actually, once you really understand cross-stitch, you’ll find it’s not that difficult. The most basic thing is to embroider a cross.” Shui Zhishi tapped the blackboard and started drawing a structural diagram on it. “When the thread goes through here, it’s a half stitch. Then it goes through here again, and it’s another half stitch. When you combine them like this, it’s a cross, which is one stitch.”

"When we're embroidering, first we'll thread the thread through this square," Shui Zhishi said, drawing a long line on the blackboard with red chalk and threading it through a square. "Remember, each thread we use must cross diagonally within the square, and we must ensure that the direction of the threads is consistent—going back to what we were saying, after we come in from here, we go through here. Remember not to thread it the wrong way or backwards, otherwise it will look terrible, and we won't be able to form a proper cross-stitch."

"After embroidering a cross like this, a pixel is completed. Our cross-stitch is made up of one pixel after another to form a pattern. Once you are skilled, you can even embroider any pattern you want."

"Before we start making the cross-stitch, we will use the chalk we just received to draw the outline of the pattern we want on the cross-stitch. For example, if we want to embroider our own names now, we will write our own names first - like this, for example, I will write the character 'water' here."

"The larger the font, the clearer the embroidered text will appear; the smaller the font, the more grainy it will look."

"Alright, now everyone can try it on their own. If you don't understand anything, raise your hand and ask me. I'll teach each group carefully again." Shui Zhishi said, then walked down from the stage, first going to Mo Xueyao's group. "Come on, did everyone understand? If you don't understand, I'll teach you one by one."

"Um... I don't understand at all." Mo Xueyao scratched her head and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I'll demonstrate it for you step by step."

"Do you understand now?"

"I...understood a little bit?" Mo Xueyao wasn't quite sure.

"Hehe, I understand now!" Wang Jiale said excitedly, "Finally, there's someone Xiaoyao learns slower than me!"

"Pfft, Lele, don't be so smug. Embroider your name first. But your name seems easier to embroider."

“Yes, three horizontal lines and one vertical line~ simple~!” Wang Jiale said, and couldn’t wait to start embroidering.

After watching for a while, the other boys also began to try it with great interest. Even Liu Xiaowei, who had just said that men shouldn't embroider this kind of thing, looked very serious.

Perhaps it's because it's something new and exciting.

Mo Xueyao felt a bit of a headache because both her surname and given name had a lot of strokes.

At that moment, how she wished her surname was Wang and her given name was Yi Yi...

It took her quite a bit of time to lay out the character '莫' properly, and when she actually started embroidering it, she felt the difficulty even more.

"Pfft, Xiaoyao, you're so careless!" Wang Jiale was already showing off the words she had embroidered. "Look, I've finished it!"

"Xiao Yao's hands aren't surprisingly nimble," Mo Xiaoxiao said with a gentle smile.

"...I tried my best..." Mo Xueyao sighed as she looked at the crooked characters she had embroidered.

"It's okay, you'll get better with more practice."

"Practice more...?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, thinking that such a thing was unlikely to happen.

If it weren't for a class assignment, she probably wouldn't have bothered with cross-stitch at all.

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Chapter 94 My house is very big!

After the home economics class ended, Li Wanyan walked quietly to Mo Xueyao's side and asked softly, "How's Xiaoyao's embroidery?"

"...Mine? Cough..." Mo Xueyao handed her piece of cloth to Li Wanyan with a slightly embarrassed look. "Just like this, I think it's already pretty good that I was able to embroider it..."

"Many of the needles were inserted incorrectly."

"I'm not used to it..."

"But it's pretty good too, keep it up!"

"Why add oil..." Mo Xueyao looked helpless. She had little interest in continuing to improve her cross-stitch skills. Deep down, she still had a little bit of resistance.

"Hmm, you changed your dress?" Li Wanyan asked, looking down at Mo Xueyao's clean skirt.

"I took a shower and changed my clothes yesterday." Mo Xueyao pinched the hem of her skirt. "Hmm... it's definitely more comfortable to wear clean clothes."

"So you can't get it dirty so quickly, what if it rains for a long time and your clothes and skirts won't dry?"

"I'll try my best..." Mo Xueyao's answer lacked confidence.

"Little Yaoyao~~" came a voice with a hint of coquettishness, and it was obvious that it must be Hua Yinyin.

And just as she expected, her thigh was immediately grabbed...

"Haruka's skirt smells like milk!"

"What are you smelling, you idiot?!" Mo Xueyao took a few steps back, both embarrassed and nervous. "Can't you be a little more normal every time you make an appearance?"

"Hmph, I didn't hug you today." Hua Yinyin wrinkled her delicate nose. "Little Yaoyao never takes the initiative to play with me."

"Who would want to ask you to hang out with them..." These words weren't spoken by Mo Xueyao, but by Wang Jiale, who was walking beside her.

"Are you jealous because I didn't hug you?" Hua Yinyin glanced at her sideways.

"Who would be jealous!" Wang Jiale said irritably, glancing at Mo Xiaoxiao beside her. "Right, Xiaoxiao?"

"Probably," Mo Xiaoxiao said, suppressing a laugh, making it seem as if Wang Jiale was genuinely jealous.

"Tch!" So she showed her intention not to get close to Hua Yinyin by jogging a few steps forward and creating a large distance between them.

"Little Yaoyao~ School got out early today, do you want to come to my house? My house is very big."

"...Why should I go to your house?" Mo Xueyao asked with a look of disgust, feeling that her tone sounded like that of a weirdo.

But she has a cute little round face, making it impossible to associate her with a creepy uncle.

A person's appearance is so deceptive.

He appears to be a middle school student, but is actually a middle-aged man at heart...

"Hey! Didn't you promise me before, Yao Yao?" Hua Yinyin pretended to be aggrieved and clung to Mo Xueyao's arm, swinging it back and forth. "You were supposed to be my model for my paintings!"

“…A model?” Mo Xueyao thought back carefully and realized that she seemed to have said that, but the problem was that she had never agreed to it!

"Yeah, come to my house and be a model. The pay is milk and snacks! Um, if it's late, I'll treat you to dinner! How about KFC?"

"KFC?" Mo Xueyao subconsciously wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

In this day and age, KFC is considered a high-end restaurant, and many people even celebrate their birthdays there.

"Yes, that's great! You can eat as much as you want! Eat until you're full!"

"Cough..." Mo Xueyao wavered a little and looked hesitantly at Li Wanyan beside her.

"Go if you want to. I'll talk to your aunt and uncle for you." Li Wanyan understood the meaning in her eyes at a glance.

"Hehe... Alright then! For KFC's sake, I'll be your model this time!"

"That's great!" Hua Yinyin immediately hugged Mo Xueyao happily, rubbing her cheek against Mo Xueyao's face.

Because Hua Yinyin was going to treat everyone to KFC later, Mo Xueyao felt embarrassed and pushed her away immediately. They continued like this until the bell rang for class meeting, which finally brought them to an end.

"Everyone, just do your homework or read, as long as you don't make too much noise." Class teacher Ye Wen walked into the classroom from outside, stood on the podium, and said casually, "Next, I'll announce a few notices. Just listen carefully."

"The first one is next Friday, November 5th, which is the midterm exam. Please be prepared." Ye Wen said, writing the words '11.5 - Midterm Exam' on the blackboard.

"Then, on Monday after the midterm exams, which is November 8th at 6:30 pm, there will be a parent-teacher meeting. Class monitor, you will distribute this reply slip. Everyone should take it back, show it to their parents, and have their parents sign it. This reply slip should be collected on Monday."

Ye Wen crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and threatened with a smile, "Remember, a parent's signature is essential! If I find out who signed it themselves, your parents will have to come to the school for a private parent-teacher meeting in my office!"

"Can I not participate?" Liu Xiaowei raised his hand. "What if my parents can't come because of something?"

"Of course," Ye Wen answered readily, which seemed a little off. Sure enough, she changed the subject and continued, "For parents who didn't attend the parent-teacher conference, I will visit them one by one after the conference."

Upon hearing this, the students basically gave up hope.

If that's the case, it's better to attend a parent-teacher meeting; at least there are more people, and they might not target you.

But if it's a home visit, that would be terrible.

Apart from a few students who excel academically and have impeccable conduct, everyone has a few little secrets!

If the parents are informed because of a separate home visit, it would be a huge loss.

"Thirdly, the school's clubs have stabilized. Now, the school requires all students in every class except the senior year to participate in various clubs. All existing clubs are listed here. Please choose your favorite club to join before November 15th, otherwise you'll have to lose points on your participation." Ye Wen waved to Mr. Xue, "Vice Class Monitor, please distribute the club brochures for me!"

"Of course, if you want to start a new club, that's perfectly fine too. Just submit an application and get it approved. The number of clubs is still increasing."

Ye Wen received a club brochure from Mr. Xue.

This is a small notebook, and each page is a promotional poster for a club.

Various clubs and organizations have various kinds of appeal.

However, wouldn't it be a bad idea to force everyone to participate in clubs?

Because there are always people who don't like participating in clubs.

After all, club activities sometimes take place after school.

In other words, it will sacrifice time after school.

But upon closer inspection, Mo Xueyao discovered that the principal who issued such a notice was not truly heartless. On the last page of the brochure, there was a club without a president, only an advisor, named 'Go Home Club'.

The supervising teacher was none other than the principal, Mo Kong.

This was the first time Mo Xueyao had ever heard the principal's full name.

The Homecoming Club is specifically designed for students who do not wish to participate in clubs.

However, this club is not without its responsibilities.

If you join the Homecoming Club, you must complete your daily tasks while at school.

The task is usually scheduled to be completed around noon.

For example, sweeping fallen leaves on the playground; cleaning the school gate; helping to move books; or helping to clean the sports storage room, etc.

Of course, there are no tasks to be done every day. Each member of the Homecoming Club only needs to complete two tasks per week.