A Young Woman's Heart

This is a song they've been thinking about lately.

The music was written by Hua Yinyin, and Mo Xueyao contributed to the lyrics.

But it seems there's still more graffiti...

Moreover, several pages were basically started with only a few words written before being filled with messy drawings.

He even drew some four-panel comics on it.

For example, this one in Mo Xueyao's notebook uses a very simple drawing style to satirize Hua Yinyin.

Hua Yinyin, on the other hand, used an entire page to draw Mo Xueyao dressed as a witch.

The face shape is somewhat similar, but the body shape doesn't quite match, because... the body shape is drawn way too well.

Yu Shu couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, shaking her head to herself, "Phew...are they really...always so happy?"

After tidying everything on the table and putting it into the drawer, Yu Shu began to wipe the table, chairs, and countertop.

Of course, the dusty whiteboard wasn't overlooked either.

Entering their senior year of high school, Mo Xueyao and her classmates were indeed much busier. In the past, the patterns on the whiteboard were changed every day.

Although it didn't take much time and the amount of work wasn't much, Yu Shu still felt somewhat tired.

She gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, her gaze falling on the bottle of Sprite on the windowsill.

When I arrived this morning, I think I saw Hua Yinyin take a sip; I wonder if it's still warm now.

"Take a sip...it should be fine, right?" Yu Shu muttered to herself, unable to resist walking closer to it.

After a long day, she prefers a soft drink to tea, and many people are like that, including her.

"I'll just buy her another bottle after she finishes it... um..." Yu Shu muttered to herself as she unscrewed the bottle cap.

The Sprite was indeed flat; it didn't even make a soft hissing sound.

……

(three)

A noisy commotion broke out in the quiet laboratory building.

Mo Xueyao and her friends chatted as they walked up the stairs in the stairwell.

Mr. Xue walked at the front, occasionally turning around to say a word. Although he was the only boy in the band, he never seemed embarrassed.

Even though the girls often chatted amongst themselves, leaving him standing there, he never showed the slightest discomfort.

"Hmm... there's a strange smell." Wang Jiale, with her keen sense of smell, suddenly frowned slightly and muttered to herself.

"It smells like... alcohol?" Mo Zhuyou made a slight judgment.

"Seems to be."

"Huh? I can't smell anything?" Mo Xueyao said in surprise, but she didn't stop walking.

Mr. Xue, who was ahead of us, had already entered the classroom.

"Hey—!!" The voice was familiar, yet strange.

It felt familiar because I recognized Yu Shu's voice, yet strange because... she rarely spoke so loudly.

Before Mo Xueyao and the others could even enter the classroom, they heard a loud crashing sound.

It looked as if the table had been completely overturned.

The group quickened their pace and rushed into the classroom.

Then they saw Mr. Xue being pushed onto a desk by Yu Shu. Although he tried his best to maintain his balance, the desk was still wobbling, and a lot of things fell out of the desk.

Yu Shu's bun looked a little messy. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused. She pressed one hand on Mr. Xue's shoulder and grabbed his collar with the other: "Hey—call me sister!"

"Ok?"

"You're actually younger than me, aren't you! Hurry up and call me 'older sister'! Don't think I don't know! I heard you guys mention it last time! If I hadn't taken a year off from school, I would be in the same grade as you...!"

"Oh no—" Hua Yinyin slapped her forehead and ran quickly to the windowsill, where a Sprite bottle had been overturned, and the clear liquid inside was flowing out, emitting a strong smell of alcohol.

"What happened?"

"Uh-huh, I put some liquor in a Sprite bottle, cough cough, it was mixed with Sprite... I originally wanted to play a prank on Xiaoxue, cough huh..."

"Hey! So Yu Shu drank again? What's the alcohol content of that liquor?"

"About...forty-eight? Not much of it!"

I don't know if she was referring to baijiu (Chinese liquor) or Sprite.

"I hope Yu Shu is alright..." Mo Xueyao rushed to Yu Shu's side and reached out to touch her forehead. "It's so hot... Yu Shu? Are you alright?"

Yu Shu didn't answer, but tilted her head slightly, suddenly let go of Mr. Xue's collar, and instead grabbed Mo Xueyao's arm.

Her strength was exceptionally great at that moment, so much so that Yi was caught off guard and was pulled directly into her arms.

Mo Zhuyou sneaked to the front of the classroom and picked up the school's camera, which was practically kept in the band room.

"Lele—" she called softly.

The latter immediately understood and ran over. After a few seconds of thought, the two of them immediately turned on the recording function.

It was fixed to the tripod that was already placed in the corner.

"Yu Shu? You're drunk again..."

"I'm not...drunk at all!" Yu Shu's eyes widened. "I'm not that delicate! Drinking a little...is no problem at all!"

"...Would you like to take a nap at noon?"

"No!" Yu Shu hugged Mo Xueyao tightly, "Xiao Yao..."

"what……"

"practise!"

"Okay, practice... but are you sure you're okay in this state?"

“Absolutely not…” Yu Shu’s voice grew even softer.

Last time it was just beer, but this time it's a much stronger spirit.

Even a small sip is more effective than drinking a whole can of beer.

She yawned three times in a row, then softly lay down on Mo Xueyao, gently rubbing her chin against her arm.

"How about taking a nap at noon?"

"Humph……"

Aren't you going to sleep?

"Sleep...but I need Haruka to hold me while I sleep..."

“Eek—” Hua Yinyin couldn’t help but touch her arm.

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at her: "You're even more mushy than her every day, okay? Besides, isn't this situation your fault? Hurry up and think of a solution!"

"Yeah, that's true. We absolutely can't let Xiaoyao hold her, otherwise I'll be at a disadvantage..."

"Hey! Hey!"

……

Chapter Twenty-One: Pranks Shouldn't Go Too Far

(One)

"Hey—what are you all standing there watching for? Come and help!" Mo Xueyao shouted irritably, because she clearly saw Hua Yinyin setting up the camera.

Despite her petite stature, Yu Shu possessed extraordinary strength at this moment.

Of course, this was also partly because Mo Xueyao didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting her.

"Here it comes—!"

Seeing that Yu Shu seemed about to push Mo Xueyao to the ground, Wang Jiale finally took action.

Mo Zhuyou and Hua Yinyin followed closely behind. Mr. Xue did not make a move, not because he was indifferent, but because Yu Shu was a girl, and any action he took would seem inappropriate.

Even though people don't usually treat him like a boy, he still maintains a lot of manners.

"Be careful!" Mo Zhuyou's voice was very serious at this moment. "Don't bump your head, or you might get a concussion."

"Hey, you jinx!"

“I’m not kidding, I’m very serious.” Mo Zhuyou stared intently at Mo Xueyao and said softly, “When my sister and I were working, we met an old man who got drunk and fell to the ground, and ended up in a vegetative state.”

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and helped everyone restrain Yu Shu, making her sit properly on the floor covered with foam mats.

This is where empty instrument cases are kept; it's a place where people usually come to lie down when they're tired.

The cushion is soft and thick, and with the violin bag as a buffer, there's no need to worry about her bumping her head.

Yu Shu struggled violently, shouting nonsense such as "What are you doing?", "Xiaoxue, hurry up and call me sister!", and "Yinyin is clearly born after me."

However, it didn't last long; in less than a minute, she finally quieted down.

After all, my health wasn't good to begin with, and this ordeal completely exhausted me.

She lay quietly on the foam mat, sweat beading on her forehead.

Mr. Xue poured her a cup of warm tea to help her sober up, while Mo Zhuyou carefully tidied up her disheveled clothes.

Yu Shu squinted her eyes, looking sleepy, as if she were in a state between sleep and wakefulness.

"Shu'er is so cute when she's drunk~"

Hua Yinyin's words immediately drew everyone's attention to her.

Mo Xueyao moved even closer to her small face.

"Yinyin—I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

"Cough? It wasn't me who made her drink it!"