A Young Woman's Heart

One large rice bowl after another was taken out and placed on a long table made of several square tables joined together.

The staple foods are fried rice, fried noodles, fried rice noodles, and fried rice cakes.

There were all sorts of side dishes, and even a large iron bucket filled with orange juice made from powder.

Just turn on the tap at the bottom, and a beautiful juice will flow out.

"Huh, it's hot?" Mo Xueyao took a sip and blurted out in surprise.

“Of course, it’s brewed,” Xuan Anyi said with a smile. “If it’s hot, you can add some ice, but it’s still quite cool during the typhoon, so it’s nice to drink something hot.”

The side dishes are mainly seafood, with few vegetables and almost entirely meat.

These are the ingredients Ye Wen purchased earlier, which were then delivered by boat.

In coastal cities, seafood is sometimes even cheaper than vegetables.

Since we're already here, we should eat our fill.

However, people are inherently 'cheap'; after eating seafood for many days, Mo Xueyao actually started to miss the vegetarian dinners at home...

Of course, what I want to eat most is sweet and sour pork.

As someone who grew up in Hangzhou, my love for sweet and sour pork is practically ingrained in my bones.

After all, what locals love most is sweet and sour food, and among them, sweet and sour pork is the most classic—and it's relatively inexpensive, so you can eat it a few times.

"So many abalone." Cha Li picked up an abalone with scallion oil with her chopsticks and put it in her bowl. "It seems like there are as many as the clams next to it."

"For people here, abalone is about as common as snails are for us." Mo Xueyao also picked one up. It was okay at first, but after a while, it felt like chewing on a shoe sole…

"Look! This abalone looks just like Auntie's!" Cha Li suddenly picked up a piece of abalone, put it in her bowl, and showed it to the people around her.

"Pfft, how did you know?"

"Of course we've showered together~" she said with a mischievous grin, "Which one does Haruka resemble?"

"Little Yao Yao looks like this!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!"

Wow, really?

"real!"

Mo Xueyao tapped her hard on the back of the head with her chopsticks. Just then, the door to the indoor gymnasium was pushed open, and Mr. Xue and Duanmu Ji walked in, each carrying a large violin case.

"Ouch—that hurts! Wow, my pipa is here!"

"My bass!"

While Hua Yinyin was running away, Mo Xueyao suddenly tugged at Xuan Anyi's arm, pointed to one of them, and whispered, "This one looks like Yinyin."

"Oh—so cute!"

……

Chapter Sixty-One: Mr. Xue, are you a human being?

After all, there are more teachers in this indoor gymnasium, and the boarding students are a bit hesitant to play freely.

But kids are kids after all, and they got used to it in no time. Now they're running all over the place, eating and chatting loudly, and even bragging that makes the teachers laugh.

"Let me tell you, I have an older brother who has Ultraman Jack's transformation device! He can transform into Jack instantly! Last time I saw him push the tsunami back!"

"Who said that? Jack doesn't have a transformation device at all!" the older child retorted.

"Yes!" he protested, his face flushed. "I've seen it! It's just that most people can't see it!"

The wind and rain outside continued to rage.

Inside, Qiu Yi finally got the speakers working and successfully connected them to his laptop.

Most songs can be found with their instrumental versions through the files he downloaded, but with so many songs in the world, it's impossible to save every single one.

If all else fails, we can always have Hua Yinyin and the others provide live accompaniment!

—If you know the sheet music.

"Everyone here has to sing, so let's start with the teachers!" Ye Wen took out a list she had already written down and began calling out names in order. "Mr. Xue, please come up on stage and demonstrate!"

"Sigh, everyone has to sing." Wen Tianhang, a first-grader, was clearly a little nervous. "I only know how to sing 'Two Tigers'..."

Ye Wen on stage seemed to hear the voices from below, and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter what you sing, but remember, don't repeat what others sing!"

Mr. Xue nodded thoughtfully, then slowly walked up the steps to the stage, looking very elegant and like a teacher.

Ye Wen handed him the microphone: "Xiaoxue, give everyone a demonstration."

"Okay." He smiled and nodded, wiping the few raindrops from his hair.

"Oh, and it would be best if you could introduce yourself again," Ye Wen hurriedly instructed as soon as she stepped off the stage.

"it is good.

"Hello everyone, I am Mr. Xue. Next, I will sing a song called 'Two Tigers'."

"Ah...the teacher stole my song!" Wen Tianhang was a little stunned. "Teacher Ye just said that we can't repeat..."

As Mr. Xue sang a children's song, he smiled slightly at Wen Tianhang in the audience, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

Having witnessed all of this, Mo Xueyao helplessly covered her forehead: "Xiaoxue, you're a human being... bullying a child..."

There must be an accompaniment for a children's song like "Two Tigers." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Yi found the accompaniment.

As the melodious yet enchanting tune began, Mr. Xue, with his enunciation as distinct as the moon, began to sing "Two Tigers," each word distinct and deliberate.

Even Taiyin's usually expressionless face showed a look of confusion.

Mo Xueyao turned her head and glanced at her, suddenly feeling a little excited about how she would sing when she went on stage...

If speaking is difficult enough, how can singing be continuous?

Or is it just like what Mr. Xue imitated?

Come to think of it, isn't this a joke about the Yin aspect?

After spending so much time with the children, even Mr. Snow has become much more mischievous than before.

After Mr. Xue finished singing "Two Tigers" in a strange tune, he stepped off the stage with a satisfied smile and patted Wen Tianhang on the shoulder forcefully: "You can't sing this song anymore."

"Teacher, you..."

"How about we change to another song?"

"And there's another one... under the big tree in front of the door..."

"That one."

"But I'm not very good at it..."

"It's okay, that's what makes it fun, isn't it?"

Mo Xueyao glanced at him sideways: "Xiao Xue, have some decency!"

"Haha—" Mr. Xue laughed heartily, finally stopping his jokes. "Actually, it's okay. If you really can't do it, you can sing Two Tigers again. Teacher Ye Wen won't deliberately make things difficult for you."

"Uh...but everyone else follows the rules...I'll try my best to follow them too?" Wen Tianhang said seriously.

"Xiaoxue, do you feel embarrassed after hearing this?"

"Um, I'm sorry." He nodded seriously, making Mo Xueyao roll her eyes.

Soon after, she went on stage and sang "Fallen Leaves Are Like Potato Chips" a cappella.

Hua Yinyin also sang this song on stage, but she changed the lyrics at the last minute, making it something related to the typhoon.

The melody was also changed on the spot, giving it a more rock feel—even though it was just a pipa.

Her playing always has this quality—it really gets the audience going—even though there aren't many people in the audience, it's still great music to liven things up.

Su Yuqing sang the song that Hua Yinyin and Mr. Xue had written for her before.

Because the song wasn't in the library, they even called up Wang Jiale and Hua Yinyin to provide accompaniment.

The cool, melancholic voice carried a hint of sadness, and at the end, although she was smiling, her eyes seemed a little moist.

However, in such a lively setting, something cheerful and upbeat is definitely more suitable.

The last teacher to go on stage was Taiyin.

At this moment, the surrounding lights were dimmed, and a beam of white light shone directly on her.

"Is that the teacher...?" The students were a little unsure, many of them had never even seen her before.

Because she doesn't come out most of the time, and psychological counseling is rarely needed.

Even Su Yuqing has quite a few male acquaintances, since they've either gone to get treatment for their own injuries or accompanied their friends to get treatment when they were injured...

"They don't seem that much older than us."

"Like my older sister who's in junior high."

Taiyin stood calmly on the stage, and no music played.

Her voice was very soft at first, even quieter than the wind outside the window.

But gradually, it became more intense.

From humming to chanting, and then to seemingly singing praises aloud.

What makes this song truly unique is that it has no lyrics.

It sounded like the voice of an elf.

It has a certain ethereal quality.

Even when the microphone was held far away, it still resonated clearly throughout the venue.

It seemed to be echoing the wind and rain outside the window.

Even after the song ended, it still lingered in that inexplicably sacred atmosphere.

It's like a hymn sung to God.