A Young Woman's Heart

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ren Wenkai said without any emotion.

Qiao Shishi wiped her face somewhat embarrassedly, perhaps feeling that she was being petty now.

She opened her eyes wide and held back her tears: "I'm fine, it's okay."

"Watch where you're walking next time. She's so much shorter than you. You might think it was just an accident, but it really hurts her." Mo Xueyao flicked his forehead. "Alright, go back to the line and stop talking. You're all so noisy."

However, the students' noise persisted.

Standing at the door, everyone could already feel the cold air blowing out from the crack in the door. Some of the braver ones had already gone to open the door.

"Stop! No one is allowed in the classroom today unless you quiet down!" Mo Xueyao shouted angrily, and the noisy corridor immediately fell silent.

"Go in one grade at a time! Don't make a mess, don't cut in line! Don't sit down right away, we need to move some tables and chairs!" She maintained her imposing manner, which silenced the students.

Her delicate face was filled with coldness, just like Ms. Jingdie from Yukong High School—as if she had a murderous aura.

Especially those blue eyes, which were anything but gentle at the moment, even the students dared not look directly into them.

The large classroom felt somewhat crowded after sixty students and a group of teachers were crammed in.

The students looked around blankly, wondering how so many students of different grades could get along together.

Li Wanyan stood on the podium, clapped her hands gently, and said calmly, "Students, please help push all the desks and chairs to both sides and put them together compactly."

Duanmu Ji and Mr. Xue tacitly demonstrated for the students first, and the others quickly got to work as well.

The classroom remained quiet, with only the creaking of desks being pushed around.

"Sixth graders, step forward first. Each of you take a chair and a table and take them to the back." She said, nodding to Mr. Xue.

The latter smiled knowingly and instructed the students to put the tables together to save space.

The only difference is that the students will have to meet face-to-face.

It's a bit like a very long conference table.

The same method was used for the other grades, and six areas were quickly assigned.

"Sixth graders, move a little closer to the back of the blackboard; first graders, move a little closer to the podium." With Li Wanyan's slight adjustment, the seats for all six grades in the classroom immediately became much neater.

"The teachers can use this small blackboard for class later," Ye Wen said, and then asked Qiu Yi to bring in six small blackboards.

Although the teachers' voices might interfere with each other in the same classroom, it's still better than being unable to concentrate on learning in a classroom without air conditioning.

And the next stage is the final review phase, which mainly involves going over practice questions.

In a few days, the final exams will be held, and then the students' painful summer tutoring and the teachers' volunteer teaching experience will come to an end.

The bright sunshine had nothing to do with Mo Xueyao in the classroom. Although she still didn't have class in the second period, she showed no sign of leaving.

He sat here on the podium, leisurely watching the other teachers continue their lessons.

Hua Yinyin came over and sat down next to her: "This air conditioner should have been bought a long time ago."

"I guess I didn't expect it to be this hot at first." Mo Xueyao squinted her eyes. "What should I do? It's so cool and comfortable. I'm sleepy."

"Go to sleep."

Is it inappropriate to sleep in front of students?

"It's okay! I'll sleep with you!"

Mo Xueyao pushed away the small face that had suddenly gotten very close to her: "Go away, what a terrible idea."

The teachers felt okay, but the students were going to suffer a lot these next few days.

With so many teachers gathered here, who would dare to chat, sleep, or do anything else during class? It would feel like entering a classroom filled with surveillance cameras.

Sometimes, when other teachers are teaching, if a teacher who isn't teaching notices students chatting, daydreaming, or sleeping, they will speak up to remind them.

They are constantly being monitored, and they are not allowed to slack off even for a moment.

"Hey, Ren Wenkai, what are you doing under the table? Take your hands out. Are you sneaking snacks?" Mo Xueyao would go down to patrol when she was bored, experiencing firsthand what it was like to be the head teacher.

Of course, it also frightened the students quite a bit.

Like a frightened bird, even if nothing is done, she will immediately become alert when she gets close.

"Little Yaoyao, you're alright now. You scared the students. Don't be so fierce."

"I'm supervising them, okay?" Mo Xueyao turned back to the podium and poked Hua Yinyin's cheek with chalk.

A little bit of powder immediately smeared on her rosy little face, making her look somewhat comical.

"Oh dear, being too tense is actually bad. Everything has its limits. You might as well come and go to sleep." She said, yawning widely and stretching her arms straight. "I've already taken a nap."

"It's only been twenty minutes, okay?"

"Just a short rest."

"Yaoyao." Li Wanyan walked up to her without her noticing and gently poked her lower back with her textbook. "Third period, fifth grade, your Chinese class."

"Huh? It's my turn?"

"The bell has already rung."

"Huh, why didn't I feel anything?"

"Could it be that Xiaoyao was sleepwalking just now?"

"Dream my foot... It clearly didn't ring, okay?"

“It definitely didn’t ring.” Wang Jiale nodded. “It seems the computer is broken, and Teacher Qiu is fixing it.”

"What a fragile computer..."

"After all, it's a cheap item. I think it was only a couple thousand dollars last time?"

"So cheap, is it really not something you found in a garbage dump...?"

Compared to the exorbitant prices of computers at that time, this was incredibly cheap.

"Uh-huh." She scratched her head and muttered to herself as she rummaged through the small box she had brought over, which contained teaching materials for each grade. "Today I have to go over their homework, focusing on correcting grammatical errors... um..."

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Chapter Sixty-Seven: Pigeons at the Gate of the Children's Palace

Lu Bolun raised his head and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

The weather was fine and sunny, the clouds were light and the wind was hot.

The sunlight was so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes.

At the entrance of the Children's Palace, a flock of pigeons gathered as usual, waiting for visitors to feed them a handful of corn kernels.

The white feathers shone brightly in the sunlight.

At first glance, it looks as holy as if you've arrived in heaven.

Standing on the clouds, a flock of pigeons waited.

However, looking further down, things don't seem so rosy.

Pigeon droppings were everywhere, especially in the corners.

There were also a few feathers that were no longer so white.

The old man who is in charge of this area sweeps it every now and then with a broom, but he can only sweep it to a point where it is barely passable.

If anyone thinks this place is clean, feel free to touch the floor; you'll definitely leave a lasting scent on your clothes.

The old man had come and gone to look at Lü Bolun several times, and finally couldn't help but step forward to strike up a conversation. His wrinkled face was smiling, and he was chewing on a Daqianmen cigarette with a missing tooth and a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Young man, waiting for someone?"

"Ah, yes."

"It's been two hours already."

"Uh……"

"How about we buy a bag of corn kernels to feed the pigeons? Maybe that person will arrive soon."

"Um... how much is a pack?"

"Five yuan." The old man raised his eyebrows, looking as if the price was not expensive at all, and spread his fingers wide as if afraid that the other party would not understand.

That price is exceptionally high.

You'd probably pay about the same price for five ears of corn at the market.

However, there was only a small packet of corn kernels.

I'd guess it's not even as big as the palm of my hand.

It's impossible that it could hold five ears of corn with so many kernels.

"Hey young man, being afraid to spend money won't bring you good luck."

"...Alright then." Bored, Lu Bolun hesitated for a few seconds, but still bought a pack.

As soon as he opened the package, several pigeons flew over.

This smells awful, like being stuffed into a chicken coop.

At first glance, it seems to have a certain artistic merit, but this thing actually seems to negatively impact the city's appearance.

Right next to it is West Lake... no, West Lake. What if it flies right over a tourist's head and drops something?

It certainly won't kill anyone, but nobody wants to have shit stuck to their head, right?

So locals don't really like to linger at this entrance; those beautiful white pigeons are far less attractive than they seem.

Just like a woman.

Before we met, I even thought her sweat smelled sweet.

But you won't know how smelly her farts really are until you become her girlfriend.

"Hiss, aren't you coming yet..." Lu Bolun finished feeding the corn kernels in his hand, and he finally became a little impatient.

The problem is that neither of them has a mobile phone; they only have landline numbers.

A wait without end always feels long.