A Young Woman's Heart

"Let's go." Li Wanyan stood up. "Goodbye, Teacher Qiu."

"Goodbye, Teacher Qiu." The others also said their goodbyes.

"Bye-bye." Qiu Yi waved his hand, looked down at the design drawings Mo Xueyao had made, and started drawing more professional designs on another blank sheet of paper.

The length, width, and height of each part, as well as the materials used in each part, must all be as detailed as possible.

It sounds simple, but it's actually quite a large project. Clearly, Qiu Yi plans to spend the entire afternoon on this.

……

There were still five minutes before the bell rang for the indoor lunch break, and the classroom still seemed a bit empty. Most people usually waited until the bell rang before returning to the classroom, especially the boys who liked sports.

Of course, there are also those who don't like sports, like Mr. Xue, who quietly reads a book at the back of the classroom.

Oh, no, he was reading a magazine called Science Fiction World today.

Mo Xueyao then remembered that she had a novel that Mr. Xue had lent her in her drawer.

It's called science fiction, but science fiction doesn't actually make up much of the content.

While it's described as a romance novel, the science fiction elements are quite significant.

But it is indeed a very good book, so good that she is reluctant to finish reading it all at once, and only opens it to read a few pages during her free time in the morning.

It's as if this would slow down time in the story.

"Ring ring—" The bell rang for the lunch break, and half a minute later, the students filed in.

Li Hongran plopped down in his seat, his whole body radiating heat. He even lifted his short-sleeved shirt halfway up, revealing six very muscular abs.

"It's so hot! Xiaoxue, open the window for me." She said, fanning herself with the hem of her clothes.

"Damn it, don't open it!" Zhou Yong, who was sitting in the back, shouted. "Are you trying to freeze me to death by opening the window?!"

"Is it really that cold? It's 20 degrees Celsius today."

"I'm cold."

"Hey, Xiaoxue, ignore him." Li Hongran rolled her eyes. "You're too weak. Girls won't like a guy like that."

"Go away, as long as you're handsome, that's enough. Ugly musclemen like you are usually called big dummy bastards, okay?"

“What do you mean by ‘big, clumsy guy’? I’m strong and powerful, and I feel safe with me, okay?” Li Hongran said, nudging Mo Xiaoxiao, who was sitting in front of Mr. Xue. “Mo Xiaoxiao, don’t you agree?”

"Perhaps?"

"What's with that confused look on your face? You clearly are!"

"Tch, you narcissistic muscle maniac." Wang Jiale turned around. "Girls don't like your type! We all like pretty boys!"

"Where did this handsome young man come from!"

"Hmm... if Haruka were a boy, she'd be a beautiful young man."

"Damn, how can a man be as beautiful as a woman? Besides, if a man looked like that, it would be called effeminate, okay?"

“I agree!” Luberon, who was sitting in front of him, stood on his side.

This really got interesting, and the girls and boys started arguing.

The girls didn't think Li Hongran was handsome at all, but the boys thought that only muscles made someone handsome.

The argument grew louder and louder, and few people even noticed when their homeroom teacher, Ye Wen, came in.

"Ahem! What's all the noise about?" Ye Wen coughed a few times. "What does it matter to most of you whether someone is handsome or not? Anyway, most people's boyfriends are definitely not as handsome as they imagine."

"Wow, Wen is so mean!" Cha Li teased.

"Ahem, alright, everyone, please take a quiet lunch break. Du Qicai and Chali, you two move aside, someone's coming to install a projector."

"Projector?"

Everyone started to look forward to it.

With a projector, we can show movies.

Unfortunately, the device installed was not the projector the students had imagined.

Projectors that can play videos either have built-in videotape or disc playback capabilities, or they need to be connected to a computer.

However, there were no computers, videotape players, or DVD players in the classroom.

In fact, the most basic and cheapest projector was installed.

A staff member stepped onto the tea table and installed a projector on the ceiling.

Meanwhile, another staff member stood on a stool on the podium and installed a manually raised and lowered screen on the blackboard.

The other instrument was placed on an empty table next to the podium.

Simply place photos, exam papers, or notebooks on the white panel of the machine, and then adjust them using the telescope-like structure on top.

This allows you to zoom in or out on the projected object on the projection screen.

Overall, it has a structure somewhat similar to a microscope.

The difference is that you can use a projector to enlarge the image and project it onto a screen.

What Mo Xueyao didn't know was that the machine's real name was a document camera system.

It consists of three parts: a projector, a document camera, and a screen.

In an era when computers and other playback devices are expensive, this is considered the most affordable and practical teaching equipment...

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Chapter 103 Teacher Jingdie's Little Hobby

The math class representative was a girl who wore thick-rimmed glasses.

Her nose was adorned with a few freckles, suggesting she was a girl who didn't like noise.

Moreover, she always seems to give off a sense of insecurity.

So much so that he always walks with his head down.

That's why I bumped into Mo Xueyao just now.

"Are you alright?" Although Mo Xueyao was in more pain from the impact, she instinctively got up immediately and stood next to Tang Sishi, the math class representative, asking anxiously.

"Um...no, it's nothing...thank you..." Tang Sishi carefully grasped Mo Xueyao's outstretched hand and slowly stood up from the ground.

"Let me pick it up for you." Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she was alright. Having been a boy for sixteen years, she was most afraid of being accused of bullying girls.

Although this situation should no longer occur, that instinctive reaction still lingers in the brain.

Because of their collision, notebooks were scattered all over the floor.

"Is this today's homework?"

"Yes, it is."

"Judging from the direction you're heading, it seems like you're delivering it to the office?"

"Um... because my stomach hurt this morning, so... I forgot..." Tang Sishi stammered, her head down as she fidgeted with her fingers.

"Ah... my stomach hurts." Mo Xueyao immediately thought of the stomach pain she felt when she had her period and nodded in deep sympathy. "Does it still hurt? Should I take it to you?"

"No, it's okay... I can... do it myself..."

"Don't mention it." Mo Xueyao casually tossed her hair, a dashing move that left Tang Sishi momentarily stunned. "Aren't we all classmates?"

"Well……"

"Then I'll take it to you. What's the math teacher's office number again?"

"In room 402..."

"Okay," Mo Xueyao replied, carrying the books as she walked up the stairs.

For her, this was probably a very ordinary thing.

When I was in junior high school, I would try my best to help others if there was anything I could do.

It's just a small effort, and walking a few more steps is good for your health, so why not?

She became slightly nervous when she reached the door of the math teacher's office.

Especially when she thought of Jingdie's perpetually stern face, her palms began to sweat slightly.

"Teacher Jingdie... is probably the most difficult teacher to get along with in the whole school, right?" Mo Xueyao muttered softly, but then she remembered the scene in the alley on that rainy night when Jingdie used her self-defense skills to swiftly and decisively pin that drug addict to the ground.

Perhaps she isn't as difficult to get along with as she seems on the surface?

To be honest, Mo Xueyao still doesn't know what happened next.

Because I had neither the opportunity to speak with Jingdie alone nor the courage to approach her for a private conversation, I didn't ask her even after several days had passed.

Mo Xueyao stood at the office door for a full half minute before taking a deep breath and knocking on the wooden door.

There was no immediate response from inside, so Mo Xueyao didn't wait any longer and gently turned the doorknob and went inside.

"Report, come and hand in your homework."

"Come in," Jingdie said softly, sitting at the desk at the very back. She was the only one in the office, and at the moment she didn't seem to be grading homework or preparing lesson plans, but was gently combing a doll's hair.

It was probably a doll about 20 or 30 centimeters tall. The hair was very realistic, and the face looked a bit like a character from an anime. At first glance, it even gave people the illusion that the character from the anime had come to life.

"Is this a Barbie doll?" Mo Xueyao wondered to herself. "It seems much more exquisite than other Barbie dolls..."

"You can just put it on the ground. Why wasn't it delivered by my class representative?" Jingdie asked without looking up.

"Ah... she had a stomachache, so she forgot to bring it over this morning, so I brought it over for her."

Jingdie nodded without answering, but carefully put stockings on the doll and put on a shoe about the size of a fingernail.

There were some scraps of fabric, needles and thread, and other sewing materials next to the desk, so it seems that Jingdie made the outfit herself for the doll.

I never expected that Ms. Jingdie, who always seemed so strict and even a bit cold-hearted, would have such a gentle side.

"Teacher Jing... um..." Mo Xueyao scratched her head, but finally couldn't help asking, "What happened that day...?"