A Young Woman's Heart

That's the difference between heaven and earth—

Although in reality there isn't that much of a difference.

September 1st, the first day of school.

Mo Xueyao felt as if she had grown very far from the principal.

Because he was repeating the same things he said when he first entered high school.

It's like a cycle.

But I am no longer one of those people in the cycle of reincarnation.

"...From today onwards, you are no longer junior high school students. Entering high school means you have almost become adults..."

Mo Kong's voice echoed throughout the entire campus via the loudspeakers.

Mo Xueyao also suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had unknowingly stood in the group.

The senior high school students all stood at the very edge of the playground, like immortals who no longer needed to concern themselves with worldly affairs.

Everyone looked very relaxed.

It seems that I have become accustomed to everything I heard and saw today.

Some people even deliberately stood with their bodies tilted to one side, as if trying to project an air of shrewdness.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but yawn as she listened to Mo Kong's speech.

It wasn't until he got to the important part that he suddenly snapped out of his daze and perked up his ears.

"Perhaps this is my last year as the principal of this high school, and I'm giving you this opening address. I hope that the graduating students will cherish this year and study hard, but at the same time, don't put too much pressure on yourselves. We know very well that everyone's talent has its limits..."

The principal's words gradually veered off-topic, but his sincere eyes made Mo Xueyao feel his true emotions.

Life is not always as you wish.

There aren't many people in this world who can do that.

Even Mo Kong was subject to numerous restrictions.

Just like the clouds in the sky that seem to drift freely, they are actually tightly locked in place by the power of the wind.

"Starting today, senior high school students will have evening self-study sessions, which will last until 8 p.m., half an hour later than last year's senior students. This is because of feedback from the Education Bureau and parents, and after careful consideration by our school leaders..."

Eight o'clock?

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but tilt her little face up and start calculating the time.

Her main concern was whether she would have enough time to go to the fruit shop for dinner after her fourth class in the afternoon before coming back.

It's important to understand that time calculations are never ideal.

For example, when I first got home, I was sweating profusely and needed to sit for a while before I could eat. After I finished eating, I wanted to sit and rest for a while.

This back-and-forth process wastes a lot of time, making it less efficient than planned.

If there's not enough time, you can only buy something to eat near the school, which will increase your expenses even more.

No matter how cheap the things sold on the roadside are, they can never be as cost-effective as what your mother makes herself.

The senior year schedule alone can give you a sense of the pressure of the year ahead.

Almost all the elective courses that could be canceled have been canceled. Most of the time it's the main courses, such as geography, politics, and history, which is a little more than last year. The only elective course is physical education, but even with such a schedule, it's hard to feel relaxed.

In everyone's opinion, these physical education classes are dispensable, and may be taken away by any teacher at any time.

This year, the physical education teacher will probably be sick every day...

—You should be the best teacher for your body.

After the principal finished speaking, the grade head gave a speech, followed by the student representative.

The senior student representative is Shen Kelin—last year she was the junior student representative.

At this moment, Mo Xueyao finally had a real feeling—that she was a senior in high school.

There are no older students above that.

From initial confusion to gradual maturity.

Three years have really gone by quickly.

When I was in my second year of high school, I felt that my senior year was still a long way off.

In the grand scheme of life, three years is really nothing.

But seeing the expectant and longing looks from the freshmen, Mo Xueyao suddenly felt that she should do something.

At the very least, we need to leave a mark on their minds so that they know what they should do when they enter their senior year of high school.

Let them cherish every day before they enter their senior year of high school...

The familiar athletes' march rang out again.

The student representative had finished speaking his last sentence.

The physical education teacher, who looked exactly the same as when he enrolled, blew his whistle a few times: "Classes, leave in order—"

Fifth floor.

It's much higher than before.

Mo Xueyao went up the stairs.

Seeing those new students, some of them weren't even wearing school uniforms.

They chatted happily about high school life.

For them, the road ahead is still long.

They have far too much time to get to know their friends and to explore so-called horror stories that may not actually exist on this campus.

"Hey, did you know that there's a legendary senior at Rainsky High School who's incredibly talented? He seems to be able to do everything, even create a chip that lets you control race cars with your voice—"

"real or fake?"

"Really? You can ask anyone in the senior class! I think his name has the character 'snow' in it!"

"I heard his surname is Shen?"

"Shen Gongbao's Shen?"

"Yes, and it seems to be more than two meters long."

"Broad shoulders and a thick waist?"

"Yes, yes."

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but roll her eyes.

As expected, rumors get more and more outrageous as they spread.

So who exactly leaked Mr. Xue's story?

But that's not surprising, after all, someone like him stands out wherever he goes...

The high school sophomores saw him a few times and then told his legend to those who came after them.

The more this is spread, the more outrageous it becomes.

Mo Xueyao even heard rumors about herself.

……

The first class hadn't even started, and the bell hadn't rung yet, but she was already in the classroom.

"You all heard it during the opening ceremony, right? Starting today, we'll have class meetings from 5:30 to 8:00. There's an hour between the last period in the afternoon and the start of evening self-study. You can go have dinner or rest in the study room while you wait. It's not yet confirmed whether the cafeteria will provide food in the evenings this year, so I suggest you buy something to eat after the fourth period to avoid getting hungry during evening self-study..."

Actually, the evening self-study session at Yukong High School ends relatively early.

In similar regular high schools, evening self-study sessions usually end at 8:30 PM, and in better schools, they end at 9:00 PM.

The situation is even more serious in key high schools. Self-study ends at least at 9:30. If it is a key high school with many boarding students, self-study ends at 10:30. Then students are only given half an hour to wash up. Before 11 o'clock, they must all be in bed.

In comparison, Yukong High School is much more lenient now...

……

Chapter Four: New Classmates, New Classroom, New Desk Mate, Old Classmates

Today's class was Monday's class.

The first period was Ye Wen's Chinese class.

Compared to the fourth or first group, sitting in the second or third group is probably the most boring.

Not only can they not lean against the wall to look out the window, but they are also more likely to be called on by the teacher during class.

Of course, none of these things matter to Mo Xueyao. The most annoying thing is probably being too close to the blackboard and getting chalk dust in her mouth.

Students in the first and second rows of the second and third groups all have this kind of trouble.

Especially in the first row, sometimes by the end of a class, your hair and desk would be covered with a fine layer of chalk dust.

There are still a few minutes before class starts.

Li Hongran rushed in, looking even more robust, his muscles as solid as small mountains.

"Boys, come help move these things!!" he shouted.

Mo Xueyao felt as if she were in a dream.

For a while at the beginning of each semester, Li Hongran would always seem to run into the classroom and shout like this.

He yelled from the first year of high school all the way to the third year...

The content is similar each time.

The only difference is that you can't hear as many sounds of going up and down the stairs anymore.

Since this is the top floor, there are definitely far fewer people coming and going than on the second or third floor.

Otherwise, she might have truly believed that she had boarded a small boat of time, grasped the past, and arrived at the dock called the past.