A Young Woman's Heart

"See, that's it." Mo Xueyao helplessly pushed Hua Yinyin's little face away. "Alright, alright, it's too hot, I don't have time to play with you anymore..."

"It's been raining, but it's still so hot." Hua Yinyin loosened her grip this time, clearly feeling the heat too. "The ancients lied to us, saying that one autumn rain brings a chill, but nothing has changed, the sun is still so bright..."

"Maybe it hasn't rained enough," Mo Xueyao replied lazily.

"It has to keep raining." Mo Xiaoxiao held a plastic fan covered with advertisements and gently fanned her younger sister.

In the cafeteria, senior high school students were getting their meals in a scattered manner.

Since we were among the first to arrive, we didn't have to worry about any window running out of food; we could just choose whichever dish we wanted.

It was too hot, so Mo Xueyao didn't have much of an appetite. She strolled to the last window and ordered a plate of fried noodles.

The cafeteria lady glanced at her, then took a braised chicken leg from a small covered tin box next to her and placed it on top.

"Well?"

"High school seniors should finish all their snacks," she said with a smile. "Otherwise, they won't have the energy to study."

She had always thought that the closed tin box was empty, but it turned out to be a snack for high school seniors...

This is probably one of the few consolations amidst the hard work of studying.

—Although she didn’t actually have much of an appetite at the moment.

The fruit that came with the fried noodles today was pineapple.

It's perfect for this hot weather.

Mo Xueyao took a bite and was pleasantly surprised to find it was still icy cold.

"Little Yao Yao, hurry up and eat! We're going to the band room later!"

"Take your time." Mo Xueyao slowly ate a bite of pineapple. This stuff was sweet and sour, and also icy cold, which was very appetizing.

In addition, the cafeteria was air-conditioned, and after sitting down for a while, she felt less hot, and her appetite even increased as a result.

"No, no, lunchtime is very precious!"

"Anyway, it's still early."

During lunch break, students don't have to stay indoors—not all classes do this, but at least Class 2 does.

Perhaps it's because Ye Wen is quite lenient with her management.

Even excluding mealtime, there's still at least an hour to 'waste'.

But thinking about it more carefully...

One hour...

Is it really extravagant enough?

Her expression suddenly turned serious: "Yes! Eat quickly!"

"Pfft, Xiaoyao, don't catch Yinyin's poison! Eat slowly, or you'll choke." Before Mo Xiaoxiao could finish speaking, Mo Xueyao covered her mouth and coughed violently.

Lunch ended quickly.

Actually, it wasn't much faster—just five or six minutes faster than usual.

The bell for the first and second year high school students rang just now, and a violent tremor shook the hallway, as if a battle was taking place.

As Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin were walking down the stairs, she couldn't help but listen to the sound, which was like ten thousand horses galloping.

They are now just like they were back then.

In my first year of high school, even the girls would run to the cafeteria.

Everything is like a cycle.

The difference is that some people have just come in, while others are about to leave.

Perhaps only the teachers will witness this cycle repeating itself time and time again.

Over time, will they feel tired or numb?

After all, the same things always happen, and the same life always repeats itself.

Mo Xueyao saw Yu Shu walking with her head down in the crowd.

Yi did not call her.

Suddenly, someone gently tugged at my cuff. I turned around and saw Mr. Xue.

Everyone else seemed to have already gone downstairs, but he was still waiting for her.

"gone?"

"Oh...why aren't you leaving?"

"I saw you spacing out, and I was worried that you might be looking behind you as you walked down and accidentally slip and fall."

"Pfft, Xiaoxue, your imagination is too vivid!" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but laugh out loud. "How could such a thing happen? I'm not a little..."

As she was talking, she suddenly slipped and fell into thin air.

Losing his balance, he collapsed onto Mr. Xue in the back aisle, under the watchful eyes of many students heading to the cafeteria.

He was like a solid mountain. Mo Xueyao almost crashed into him head-on, but his feet didn't budge, and he didn't even feel his body sway.

"Hiss—tsk..." Mo Xueyao felt as if she had bumped into a bone, and rubbed her reddened forehead. "Holy crap...are you serious?"

"Haha—" Mr. Xue laughed heartily, helping her stand up straight by supporting her shoulders. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm off." Mo Xueyao didn't look back, hurriedly turned a corner and ran downstairs.

But the stairs looked like they had just been mopped; they were wet and slippery. She suddenly stretched her right leg forward, and if she didn't do a split, she would only fall to the side.

Clearly, Mo Xueyao cannot do the splits.

Just as she felt she was about to hit the wall, the touch was unexpectedly soft.

She cautiously opened her eyes and saw Duanmu Ji staring at her with those dead fish eyes.

—That poker face, which looks like it's always depressed, is really not good-looking at all.

"Cough! Are you alright?" This time it was her turn to ask.

"It's alright." Duanmu Ji grabbed her shoulder with one hand, straightened her up, and then turned around and continued walking uphill with a blank expression.

Perhaps the ground was really slippery today, because he twisted his foot and fell face down, even sliding down a few more steps.

Before Mo Xueyao could ask him how he was, he stood up again, dusted himself off, hid his slightly swollen hands in his pockets, and grinned slightly, trying to appear calm as he walked upstairs.

Down below, Zhou Yong and Gao Yuan walked upstairs chatting and laughing, each holding a bottle of beverage in their hands.

"Be careful, the stairs seem slippery today," Mo Xueyao quickly warned.

Zhou Yong nodded at her, then casually unscrewed the cap of the soda bottle. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly realized that the cola inside was about to spray out. So he quickly closed the bottle mouth to try to stop it, but the air was too strong, and the cola had nowhere to go, even flowing out of his nose.

He sneezed loudly and then coughed violently, seemingly unable to stop for a while.

Just as he was finally feeling a little better, he lifted his foot and slipped, startling him so much that he had to quickly grab Gao Yuan who was standing next to him. Luckily, it was a close call.

In the end, she didn't fall.

But when he turned his head, he saw that most of the Coke had already been poured over Gao Yuan's head...

Gao Yuan's eyelids drooped, but her face was full of 'happiness'.

"Swoosh—" Suddenly, Mr. Snow slid down the steps with great speed, as gracefully as a male figure skater.

"Sigh... I didn't fall."

He stood at the bottom of the steps with some regret and sighed.

...As expected of Mr. Xue.

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Chapter Ten: Rest as Expected

Classroom 508, Snow Music Ensemble.

At the other end of this floor is the school band.

Sitting in the classroom, I could vaguely hear lively sounds coming from over there.

Mo Xueyao took a big gulp of the iced mineral water that Hua Yinyin had bought, which was really refreshing in this hot weather.

The air conditioner is already on, and the scorching sunlight outside the window seems to be kept out by the cool air.

"Phew—" Wang Jiale wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. "It's so lively over there."

"Looks like they're new members in the school band, right? After all, it's the school band; they'll definitely recruit some people when freshmen come." Mo Zhuyou pressed a water bottle against her cheek, a look of relief on her face. "We spent lunch in the air-conditioned band room; are we going to be stuck there later...?"

"We'll talk about this later," Mo Xueyao said, glancing at Mr. Xue who was opening the door to leave. "It's so hot—Xiao Xue, remember to close the door!"

"it is good."

The heat wave instantly dissipated the cool air, and the temperature seemed to rise several degrees immediately.

Of course, it could also just be a psychological effect.

"I remember now, they were recruiting new members last year too." Mo Xueyao nodded and sighed softly. "After all, it's a school band, so they're sure they won't be short of people."

As soon as she finished speaking, the girls subconsciously turned their heads to look at Yu Shu, who was fiddling with a shoulder-mounted keyboard.

The gazes of the crowd instantly met.

"Cough—"

Then, they coughed in unison.

"Our Snow Music Team should be considered a club, right? Can we recruit new students to join like other clubs?" Hua Yinyin suggested.

Wang Jiale rested her chin on her hand: "But our band isn't very interesting—I mean, it's not very interesting to other people, right? It's just a small circle of acquaintances. Would anyone want to join?"

Mo Xueyao didn't speak because she felt it was almost impossible.

The most popular clubs are sports clubs like basketball, soccer, and badminton, because most people know how to play these, and even if they don't, they can learn them after a little practice.

Secondly, there are places like art clubs and comic clubs, which are particularly interesting to students.