A Young Woman's Heart

Gao Yuan pinched his eye socket, then threw his head back and laughed loudly, "Haha, what do you mean 'welcome back'? I never left!"

"It suddenly occurred to me, you little rascal, you deceived my feelings, all that farewell ceremony I held for you was for nothing!"

"Damn, should I just leave?"

"Forget it, we're happy to have made a mess of it."

"Haha, yeah!"

Gao Yuan hugged his two best friends tightly around the neck, one on each side, and said with a nasal laugh, "This is our last year, we have to cherish it!"

"Absolutely!"

"It's still early. There are 365 days in a year, and 24 hours in a day—"

"Stop counting, you three!" Mo Xueyao slammed her hand on the blackboard. "Hurry up and look at the new seating chart. See where you're all sitting?"

"Come on, come on—"

Other classmates also swarmed over, making Mo Xueyao inside sway and stagger.

"Oh, I'm in the second group..." She finally found her name, "Second row... my deskmate... is Zhou Yong."

She finally managed to squeeze out and saw Zhou Yong had already put down his backpack in his seat and was smiling at her somewhat awkwardly.

"Why are you smiling so strangely? We've known each other for a long time. Are you still shy?" she teased, casually stuffing the textbook from her schoolbag into the desk drawer.

"Well, it seems like this is the first time we've sat at the same table."

"So what? Lots of people haven't sat with me yet."

"What do you mean by 'done it' or 'did it'?" Liu Xiaowei, that sleazy guy, immediately came over.

"Go away, it's none of your business—" Zhou Yong immediately pushed him away. The latter insisted on coming over, but Zhou Yong grabbed his neck and dragged him towards the toilet.

"Wanyan, where do you want to sit?" Mo Xueyao looked at Li Wanyan, who was walking past her with her schoolbag on her back.

Li Wanyan pointed to the fourth row of the third group, which was diagonally behind Mo Xueyao. It was a little distance away, but because the two groups were very close together, she didn't feel like she was sitting in a very remote place.

"Yoho~" Hua Yinyin looked extremely happy and sat down to Mo Xueyao's left.

She was in the third group, and the distance between her and Yi was almost like that of deskmates; they could touch each other's desks with one hand.

“Oh dear—what did Wen arrange this for?”

"What's wrong with you? Can't you sit a little closer to Yao Yao?!"

"Where's your deskmate?" Before Mo Xueyao could finish asking, she saw Mr. Xue sit down next to her.

It seems the two will continue to be deskmates this year.

"Xiaoxue~" Chali patted Mr. Xue's shoulder excitedly; she was sitting right behind him.

"Oh? Is Cha Li sitting behind me this year?"

“That’s right!” Cha Li slapped Xue’s cheeks with both hands. “Ah, Xue’s cheeks are still so pinchable.”

Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin's eyes immediately fell on her, and they blurted out in unison, "Cha Li, why do you look like you've been pinched so many times before?"

"Ugh—" Wang Jiale huffed and puffed as she crawled out, sitting down sullenly in front of Hua Yinyin.

What's wrong with Lele?

"My deskmate is Liu Xiaowei!"

"Pfft—" Hua Yinyin burst out laughing.

"It's so annoying." Wang Jiale stomped her foot and complained in a low voice, "He never takes a shower, he's so dirty."

"What? I shower every day! Besides, a man needs to have a scent to be manly, okay?" Liu Xiaowei threw his backpack on the chair, plopped down, and casually wiped his greasy bangs, thinking he was being very classy.

Why is his hair so greasy so early in the morning?

"I'm sitting at the same table as my sister this year." Mo Zhuyou happily hugged her sister's arm and sat down in the first row of the fourth group.

The chubby Gao Yuan finally squeezed out of the crowd and sat down wearily behind Zhou Yong: "Sigh, I'm exhausted."

"Why are you tired?" Zhou Yong asked, puzzled.

"I'm so tired just thinking about starting school."

"Yeah, I feel like senior year of high school is going to be a long time."

Mo Xueyao didn't reply, but in that instant, she suddenly felt a little hopeful that senior year of high school really would be that long.

However, time will not change according to anyone's will.

It will only move forward at a moderate pace.

The students finally finished looking at the seating chart, found their seats, and sat down again.

Some people got new deskmates, and others got new people sitting next to them.

Even though they were all familiar classmates, it all felt new and exciting at that moment.

If close friends live nearby, they will greet each other with great joy, feeling that the future is full of hope.

But if you're sitting next to someone you don't like, you'll look miserable, and it's best not to look at the person next to you at all.

"Hey—can't you move over a little bit?" Wang Jiale was throwing a little tantrum.

"I've only come a little bit, okay?"

"You're not allowed to come any closer."

"You think I wanted to come here? That was just an accident!" Liu Xiaowei said irritably.

"So annoying..." She blinked and looked at Aishuer behind Mo Xueyao. "Aishuer, how about we switch seats...?"

"Either is fine," Ashley replied dismissively, fiddling with her crystal ball.

"Speaking of which, I feel like there's something off about the seating chart. If Gao Yuan didn't leave... uh, did someone else leave instead?"

Zhou Yong answered Mo Xueyao's question.

"Yes, Jun Ruohuan dropped out of school."

"why?"

"I heard... she went to work at a nightclub, uh, I'm not sure, I'm not really sure."

"Oh……"

……

Chapter Three: Evening Self-Study Begins Today

A gentle breeze brushed against Mo Xueyao's cheeks, yet she felt no chill whatsoever.

It was only because the dazzling and bright sunlight overhead was shining directly on his face.

4:35.

Yukong High School has already let out for the day.

The light of the setting sun was somewhat melancholic.

It was like the light of everything coming to an end.

Mo Xueyao stood in front of the corridor railing, watching the students leave laughing and chatting, and felt as if she were in another world.

In her first and second years of high school, those older students stood in the same place, and perhaps many of them, like her, harbored the same feelings.

This has been mentioned in many articles.

High school is the last ivory tower for children.

But time is never endless.

Even the most beautiful ivory tower eventually comes to an end.

The newly arrived first-year high school students all wore the same smiles as Mo Xueyao and her classmates when they first arrived.

Time seemed to have flown backward.

Mo Xueyao was completely mesmerized.

Outside the window, the energetic first-year high school students chatted amongst themselves, looking forward to the next three years of their lives.

It made her feel as if she had suddenly returned to those days.

Although I'm not much older than you, those times can never be brought back.

She suddenly recalled some hazy fragments of her past.

That was when I first entered Yukong High School.

Looking up at the fifth floor.

There are always a few high school students who lean over the railing, looking down at the first and second-year students.

At that time, Mo Xueyao couldn't understand the look in their eyes.

But now, I have come to understand their state of mind.

Although high school is only a small part of life.

No matter how much sorrow there is, perhaps it will all vanish on the day it ends.

Even though Mo Xueyao thought so, she still leaned against the railing.

She always felt that among the new students coming and going, she would find a student just like herself.

however.

No one is more like herself than she is.

Senior year of high school feels like half of me have already left this school behind.

The fifth floor is actually not very high.

But it seems that there is already an immeasurable distance between them and other grades.

It felt like a dream.