A Young Woman's Heart

Elementary school knowledge is the most basic foundation. In modern society, if you haven't even mastered elementary school knowledge, you will encounter many problems.

You might actually encounter a situation where you can't calculate the price of groceries because you didn't study math well.

This noon was fulfilling for the three students and the three teachers.

However, Wang Jiale is the one who is having the most trouble.

Duan Haichao just couldn't get into learning these English words. He was already in fourth grade, but he couldn't even spell 'hello,' let alone spell simple words like fruit or furniture.

We spent the entire noon teaching just one simple greeting.

As a result, he simply didn't have time to come to Mo Xueyao's place to study Chinese.

However, Mo Xueyao also acted as an English teacher for a while, and even taught Ren Wenkai math for a bit.

After all, the knowledge taught in elementary school is essentially the same regardless of which of these teachers teaches it.

Even for Wang Jiale, who is least good at math, teaching this level of math would be a piece of cake.

Not to mention Mo Xueyao.

In the afternoon, the sunlight quietly retreated behind the clouds, and the layers of white clouds looked like clumps of cotton blown by the wind, colliding together.

The seawater surged, and the waves crashed against the shore again and again.

Today's tide seemed particularly turbulent. As soon as Mo Xueyao stepped out of the office, she felt the scorching summer heat of the morning disappear. The green leaves, blown about everywhere, brought a sense of impending storm.

"Oh dear," Ye Wen sighed as she walked to the office door. "This is troublesome."

"What's the trouble?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

She was just going to the restroom. She had no classes this afternoon, so she was quite relaxed and even planned to go back to her office for another nap.

"A typhoon is coming."

"Typhoon? Uh..."

Coastal cities are subjected to the impact of typhoons every year.

Zhejiang, in particular, has many coastal cities.

W City, in particular, is submerged in water for several days almost every year, and utility poles and other infrastructure are also damaged annually. News photos often show the city in disarray after a typhoon passes through.

"The typhoon will pass through here this year."

"Huh?"

"In other words, the island is in trouble."

When are you coming?

"It will arrive tomorrow or the day after, and we'll have a holiday again tomorrow."

"Tsk tsk, the students must be ecstatic."

"You talk as if you're not students anymore," Ye Wen couldn't help but tease. "You still have to go to class after summer vacation."

"Now that you mention it, it feels like I haven't had a break at all this summer vacation..."

"I need to inform the students later. Xiaoyao, please call the parents of the boarding students and tell them to come and pick them up as soon as possible. If it's really not possible, they will have to stay at school until the typhoon is over."

How many days will it take?

"Three days or a week?" Ye Wen shrugged. "Who knows? I just remember the worst typhoon when I was a kid. The rising seawater even flooded my villa."

"So what happened next?"

"Well... they just demolished it and rebuilt it. They also fixed the drainage system and raised the ground a bit. That place is the highest point in the area, and the foundation was also raised. But if a super typhoon really hits, it won't help." Ye Wen sighed. "Otherwise, why do you think there aren't any houses there? If it weren't so troublesome, some rich people would still want to build a house there."

"That's true... only Wen's family doesn't mind the trouble."

"What? This is about passing on traditions!" Ye Wen walked into the office with her hands on her hips. Just a moment ago she was a teacher, but in front of her, she instantly turned back into a student. "Someone, please call the parents of the boarding students, and it would be best to call the parents of the day students as well!"

Mo Xueyao didn't go back to her office because she needed to go to the restroom.

As she walked back up the stairs, she looked out at the distant sea.

The school is built at such a high altitude, so there shouldn't be too much to worry about.

That's not right either, it's built so high up, the wind must be really strong...

She finally understood why there were no houses near the dock; the terrain there was low, and the houses were built at least halfway up the mountain.

The roads were also built according to this custom.

"By the way, what was the name of this typhoon again?"

"Hmm... Typhoon Yinmao."

"What a strange name."

"It's a foreign name, so it's probably just a translation," Ye Wen replied casually.

"There have been so many typhoons this year. Didn't one just hit Zhejiang in June?"

"Yes, I heard there's another big one coming in September, but it's not certain yet. But we don't need to worry too much about this typhoon. The weather bureau says it's the gentlest one they've ever seen."

Wang Jiale bent down and picked up the pen from the ground: "That should just be a downpour, right?"

"Yes, that's about right. But I'm worried about something unexpected happening, so let's send the child home first."

"It'll probably only take two or three days." Mo Xueyao stretched and yawned. "Phew, but that's not bad, I can rest again."

"Perfect timing to catch up on summer homework~" Hua Yinyin stretched like Mo Xueyao, only to be glared at by the latter.

"Huh? Summer homework?" Wang Jiale scratched his head. "Uh, I haven't even started writing much yet..."

"Really? Lele, there's quite a bit of summer homework this year." Xuan Anyi was doing her summer homework at the moment. "If you don't hurry up and finish it, you might not have time to catch up."

Ye Wen sat down on Mo Xueyao's desk: "Don't ask me, I don't assign much Chinese homework."

"Not a single one less... Fifteen papers!"

"Can't you just make one every three or four days?"

"Any other homework?"

"Then you can ask Qianyu to let you not write in English," Ye Wen said jokingly.

The crucial point is that Wang Jiale actually believed it: "Really?"

"It's fake!"

“Sure.” Wang Qianyu’s voice suddenly rang out. She hugged Ye Wen from behind and placed her hands on her lower abdomen. “As long as you can get a perfect score on the English test in the first week, you’ll be fine.”

"Oh dear—what if it fails...?"

Do it twice~

"Then forget it..." Wang Jiale plopped back down in her chair. "I'd better get back to my homework."

"Wait a minute, Lele." Cha Li glanced at the timetable. "Isn't the first period your class? Didn't the bell ring just now?"

"Huh? That's right!" Wang Jiale hurriedly stood up, grabbed the teaching materials, and rushed out in a panic.

It makes one seriously doubt whether she can be a good teacher...

"Teachers who teach the last class later, please remember to tell the students about the typhoon notice. I've already asked Qiuyi to print out the notices." Ye Wen opened the list with parents' phone numbers. "I originally wanted to hold a class meeting directly, but that would take up too much time, so who are the six teachers teaching the last class again?"

Li Wanyan helped her look at it, and Duanmu Ji also raised his hand willingly.

He was clearly one of them.

The office is busy again because of the typhoon.

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Chapter 57 Typhoon Passage (Part 1)

After school in the afternoon, several parents of day students came to pick up their children.

There wasn't a single young person there; it was all elderly grandparents.

"Be careful on the road, get home as soon as possible, and don't linger." Ye Wen saw off another grandfather who was picking up his grandson. Although they didn't seem to care much, she still kept reminding him.

Don't be fooled by the calm and sunshine now; when the wind really blows, it will be too late.

A slightly stronger breeze lifted a strand of hair from Ye Wen's ponytail, and she turned around warily, seeing the bushes and leaves swaying gently in response.

"Get home early, Ren Wenkai, Duan Xingyu, and Duan Haichao!" On the other side, Mo Xueyao, hands on her hips, yelled at the three who were still throwing cards on the flat ground at the school gate, "Hurry up and go home! What are you doing not going home after school? You're wasting time here, hurry up and go home! I'll call you three later, and if you're not home within half an hour, your homework will double next time!"

The three kids, who hadn't had enough fun yet, were chased away by Mo Xueyao's words, running down the mountain shouting and yelling.

Mr. Xue led a group of first and second grade students down the mountain. Although these younger students usually go down the mountain to go home by themselves, he was worried that they might play too much and not go back in time.

Duanmu Ji was also carrying a little boy who had sprained his ankle. The boy didn't seem worried at all and was playing with the little windmill that Xuan Anyi had taught them to make in art class.

Half an hour later, seven or eight workers arrived at the school gate with several flatbed carts. These were supplies that Ye Wen had ordered in advance. In order to avoid water shortages, there was a large amount of bottled water, some emergency food, and of course, a lot of frozen vegetables and meat.

The weather remained sunny, but there were many more clouds, like soft flocks of sheep being driven over by the wind's whip.

Although the clouds were still white, they were pressing lower and lower, a sign that a heavy rain was about to fall.

Even if a typhoon doesn't make landfall here, just its periphery can have a huge impact on other areas.

The workers who delivered the supplies didn't even have time to drink water before rushing back down the mountain, seemingly afraid that their boats would get stuck in the middle of the sea and be unable to return.

As the typhoon approaches, coastal cities will receive notices, and every household will prepare supplies and stay indoors for several days.

Yesterday's sea market allowed most islanders to buy enough food and supplies, enough to stay home for ten days or half a month without any problem.

All I can say is that this seaside market came at the perfect time.

Not long after school ended, dinner was ready for the boarding students and teachers.

Li Wanyan made the food for dinner—because Xuan Anyi's cold hadn't gotten better yet.

It was a simple mixed soup.

It contains lettuce, bok choy, cauliflower, carrots, frozen tofu, deboned fish pieces, chicken breast, rice noodles, rice cakes, leftover rice...

It doesn't look very appealing, but the flavor is quite complex and layered. If you don't have much of an appetite, you can add more soup, and it's still quite satisfying to drink.

Xuan Anyi's cold has gotten much worse. Tonight, she's eating alone at a table, holding a small bowl. She coughs occasionally or sneezes loudly out the window. She looks a bit lonely with no one by her side.