A Young Woman's Heart

"Ugh." Mo Xueyao instinctively felt that this word was disgusting to describe herself. She shrank her neck and turned her gaze elsewhere.

"Seven days left! Seven days left! Our entire store is having a clearance sale!!"

The familiar hawking cries rang out, making Mo Xueyao turn her head to take a look.

It's the same store, but they've changed the merchandise they're selling. This time, it seems they're selling small appliances, like razors and digital clocks.

But it seems the boss is still the same person...

This clumsy marketing tactic left her speechless.

But people still went to buy it, and there were quite a few of them.

They really exploited the weakness of most people who are greedy for bargains.

"Let's head towards Tesco; there are more stores there."

"What do you want to buy?"

"Hmm—it's not like I'm going to buy anything in particular. I'm just looking around." Mo Xueyao felt that what she said sounded somewhat like her mother's.

In the past, when we went to the supermarket, my father often complained that my mother was too slow in buying things, and that she would wander around for a long time without buying anything.

Back then, she was one of those who agreed with it.

But now I seem to understand my mother a little better.

Strolling around leisurely like this is probably a way to relax.

Li Wanyan quickened her pace to catch up with Mo Xueyao and walked beside her. Her umbrella was relatively small, so she could get closer to Mo Xueyao.

"Oh right, since we're going there anyway, we might as well stop by Shi Haiming's place and grab something to eat on the way!"

"..."

"It's okay, we're best friends! Haha, he definitely won't mind!"

"It's okay occasionally."

"It's just an occasional thing, tsk, I wonder how long his shop will last. Let me tell you, that kid has never had any patience since I've known him, he rarely sticks to anything..."

……

Chapter Eighteen, Monday!

(One)

Monday mornings are probably the most uninspiring time of day.

It rained several times in a row starting from the weekend.

The chill of autumn has already begun to permeate the city.

I had a pretty good time on Saturday, but slept most of Sunday and spent the rest of the day studying.

The days were fairly fulfilling, but the holiday felt a bit too short.

But in reality, this is already much better than all the other major high schools.

Many regular high schools, like key high schools, have to continue classes on Saturdays and only get a break in the afternoon. Those who live on campus go home on Saturday afternoon and have to come back on Sunday afternoon. Their total break time may not even exceed 24 hours. Nowhere is the relaxed schedule of Yukong High School.

In fact, precisely because of this, Yukong High School's college entrance examination pass rate has been quite low for two consecutive years.

It is said that even the number of students has decreased this year.

But the students themselves are still very willing to come, after all, the reputation has already spread and is beginning to circulate among the student population.

The cool morning breeze made Mo Xueyao glad that she had worn an extra pair of over-the-knee socks today. Although the warmth was limited, it was better than nothing.

"It's time to wear the fall school uniform," she muttered. "But it'll probably get hot again around noon..."

"Just bring a jacket."

"Yeah, I should have brought an extra layer... It must be cold in the morning."

“I brought it.” Li Wanyan raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Mo Xueyao without making a sound.

"Huh? Really?"

"Ah."

Wow, Wanyan, you're incredibly insightful!

"I'm just preparing this for you in advance." Li Wanyan shook her head. "I'll give it to you when you get to school."

"it is good!"

……

(two)

"Whew, it's much warmer now..." Mo Xueyao, wearing a relatively large autumn coat, sat in the band room. The window was half open, and a cool breeze mixed with damp rain drifted in.

Wow, Yaoyao is wearing an autumn jacket today?

Without even looking, I knew it was Hua Yinyin.

As the band leader, she arrives relatively early, though sometimes her purpose is to eat breakfast while doing her homework.

It's not that I'm here to copy others; I just wanted to go to bed early tonight, so I left the homework for the next day.

She sat down carrying a bag of potstickers and leaned against Mo Xueyao: "Phew, actually I feel colder in my legs than my upper body..."

“I think so too.” She nodded in agreement, then took off her coat and draped it over her legs. “But my upper body is still a bit cold; I shouldn’t be wearing short sleeves…”

"Hey, lend me some."

"what?"

Hua Yinyin didn't answer, but instead naturally pulled her coat over her thighs, saying, "Whoosh, it has Xiao Yaoyao's body temperature~"

"Hey, then you have to give me a potsticker to eat." Mo Xueyao was actually used to her overly intimate behavior.

“No problem!” Hua Yinyin readily agreed.

Mo Xueyao snatched a chopstick from her and poked it into a potsticker. A little bit of juice immediately spilled out. She caught the spilled oil with one hand and then stuffed the whole thing into her mouth in one bite.

Its cheeks became bulging, like a little hamster that had stored up a lot of food.

"Hmm... what kind of filling is it? It seems a bit strange."

"Is the chicken and shrimp filling delicious?"

"Hmm, not bad."

"Hey, this filling is new today too, I bought it to try it out~"

So, I've been used as a test subject?

"How could that be? I feel so sorry for Yao Yao!"

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes dramatically: "Come on!"

……

(three)

In the band room, there wasn't much practice. At most, everyone would touch their own instruments and play a few notes to keep their feel for the instruments.

Because there's a morning meeting today, I need to get back to the classroom early.

The classroom was bustling with activity.

When people go home for the weekend, many haven't finished their homework.

What needs to be copied is copied, and what needs to be supplemented by oneself is also supplemented.

Mo Xueyao's homework was still in high demand, but with Li Wanyan watching over it, it didn't get lost. When she returned to the classroom, it was quietly placed back on her desk.

The morning assembly bell rang, and the students raised their voices a few decibels under the cover of the bell. When the bell ended, they immediately lowered their voices. This tacit understanding of automatically adjusting the volume was as if they had been trained.

"Ahem, everyone quiet down." Qiu Yi walked into the classroom, which surprised everyone.

Speaking of which, there was only one art class per week in the senior year of high school, and it was estimated that by the next semester, there might not even be that class anymore, so I saw Qiu Yi much less often.

Qiu Yi gently patted the blackboard, a gesture that Mo Xueyao vaguely felt was somewhat similar to Ye Wen's. No wonder they were a couple; did they even learn these little gestures from each other?

"Today, Wen... your teacher Ye Wen is sick and can't come to school for the time being, so I'll be taking over as the assistant homeroom teacher. I'll be teaching the first period Chinese class. As for today's Chinese homework, later—" His gaze fell on Hua Yinyin, "please have the Chinese class representative put it directly on my desk, and I'll be responsible for grading it."

"Hey, what's wrong, Wen?"

"is it serious?"

"Won't he be hospitalized?"

"Huh? You're in the hospital?"

People started discussing it, and their opinions became increasingly outrageous.

"No, it's just a cold and fever." Qiu Yi scratched his head. "Alright, alright, everyone quiet down. They should be talking about whether we should go down for the morning meeting later."

Just then, the loudspeaker came on, and it was Shen Kelin's voice.

"Due to the slippery venue, Monday's morning meeting will be held indoors. Please stand up and prepare for the national anthem."

"Yay!" someone exclaimed softly, as if they were already feeling the joy of a day off just because they were having a morning meeting indoors.

"Come on, everyone stand up."

Amidst the scattered voices, the students all stood up.

Wang Jiale looked at Liu Xiaowei with some disdain: "Can you stand in the aisle? It's so crowded next to me."

"I didn't take your seat."

"Tch..." Wang Jiale snorted and turned her face away from Mo Xueyao.

"Quiet." Qiu Yi coughed softly.

The prelude to the national anthem then slowly began to play.

……

(four)