A Young Woman's Heart

"It's been resolved." Jingdie finally raised her eyelids and glanced at her. "Don't ask about things that won't do you any good."

"it is good……"

"Be careful next time. I can't always happen to be passing by there." Jingdie placed the tidy doll on top of the mountain of homework books piled up beside her. "Understand?"

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Jing..." Mo Xueyao scratched her head. "Then I'll be going."

"Ah."

Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief as she finally emerged from the office, feeling as if she had escaped a hellish place.

The pressure of talking to Shizue alone is just too much.

Although I know she is actually a gentle person, her outward demeanor is completely different.

Back in the classroom, the bell finally rang for the first class of the afternoon.

There are two consecutive chemistry classes on Wednesday afternoon.

It makes people both love and hate it.

What I love is that chemistry class is really interesting.

What's frustrating is that while it's fun, you also have to memorize the knowledge points, which is not an easy task for people who are not good at science.

Even if you memorize everything, you still need to do dozens more practice problems to truly master it.

For Mo Xueyao, chemistry class was indeed a brain-taxing subject.

Various chemical reactions and formulas can lead to completely different results with just a slight change in a symbol.

Moreover, Mo Xueyao took the most notes in chemistry class. Most other classes only took one or two pages, while chemistry notes often took three or four pages, or even more.

For most other courses, you just need to write down what the teacher writes on the blackboard. But for chemistry, you can't miss even the things the teacher says verbally.

Mo Xueyao, who had been writing furiously for two classes, started to feel her fingers ache and could barely hold the pen anymore.

After all, the speed at which I take notes has to keep up with the speed at which Yao Gu Gu is lecturing.

Speaking is definitely much faster than handwriting...

"Alright, that concludes today's chemistry lesson. Remember to review the new material when you get home. Your homework tonight is to copy down all the chemical formulas and laws we learned today. They are..."

Mo Xueyao finally breathed a sigh of relief after finishing writing down the homework, but the thought of having another math class next gave her a terrible headache.

"It's so painful, I don't want to go to science class anymore...!" Wang Jiale complained, rubbing his head. "Why does science even exist in the world?!"

"Well, although I don't really like science either." Mo Xueyao put away her notebook and took out her math textbook. "But this world is so convenient precisely because of math, physics, and chemistry, and the development of society cannot be separated from this knowledge."

“But there are plenty of people who can study those things, why do we have to learn them? We don’t need them when we buy groceries…” Wang Jiale muttered, resting her head on Mo Xueyao’s shoulder. “Isn’t that right, Xiaoyao?”

"According to you... there's really no need to study English and Chinese in high school... Of course, it's for future needs, what if you need them?"

"Tsk... By the way, after the senior year is divided into three classes, if I go to the humanities class, do I still need to study science?"

"It's a pity, but you still have to learn it." Mo Xiaoxiao teased Wang Jiale, "Although it will be simpler, you still have to learn it eventually."

"Ah—I'm going to die!" Wang Jiale hugged Mo Xueyao, rubbing his cheek against hers. "When will I be free from this misery!"

Mo Xueyao blushed a little from being rubbed, but felt that pushing her away would be too distant, so she had no choice but to let the other person do some intimate things.

"It's a pity, even in university you still have to study," Mo Xiaoxiao said again, trying to discourage people.

"Damn math, physics, and chemistry!" Wang Jiale shouted.

“And physics!” Lu Bolun, sitting behind Wang Jiale, chimed in loudly.

“No matter how much you complain, you still have to study…” Mo Xueyao sighed helplessly. “You might as well spend that time reading more books.”

“Reading is so boring! Complaining makes me feel better. I feel like Xiaoyao is just a learning machine, not cute at all, hmph.” Wang Jiale said, pinching Mo Xueyao’s little face.

I don't know why...

The girls always liked to pinch her cheeks.

Is it because of baby fat?

It's a little bit, but it's not that exaggerated, is it?

Or perhaps it's because Mo Xueyao has a good temper?

So you can flirt with them as you please?

Well... of course, this also shows that everyone is willing to get close to her.

Aside from feeling a little embarrassed about being taken advantage of by girls, it's actually a good thing.

Moreover, all of Mo Xueyao's sixteen years combined probably didn't amount to as many physical contacts with girls as she had during this month or so of schooling.

Wednesday afternoon classes always feel very hectic.

There wasn't much of a break after chemistry class before math class.

The last class after math class is English class.

The reason for this sense of urgency and tension is probably because all four afternoon classes are core subjects.

Fortunately, the English class was a bit more relaxed.

Firstly, Mo Xueyao is better at humanities subjects, and is more talented and interested in them.

Secondly, of course, it's because English teacher Wang Qianyu always dresses very beautifully, which is pleasing to the eye and makes students feel more relaxed during class.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Wang seems really rich. Have you noticed that she hardly ever wears the same clothes twice in a month?" Wang Jiale whispered to Mo Xueyao during English class.

"It seems so..." Mo Xueyao hadn't noticed this.

"And the materials are all very good, they look like expensive brands! A lot of them are Lolita style!"

"Lolita...what's that?"

"Eh? Haruka doesn't know? It's a very popular style of clothing in Japan, and it gives off a very girly vibe."

"Shouldn't girls prefer men who are a bit more mature?"

"I'm starting to doubt whether you're even a girl, Xiaoyao..." Wang Jiale pouted and teased.

……

Chapter 104 The crowded school gate after school

4:50 p.m.

The classroom of Class 2, Grade 11 was completely empty.

The students, who were in a hurry to go home, finished cleaning the classroom in just fifteen minutes.

Of course, that only applies to cleaning.

As for whether it's clean or not, that's another matter.

Although the hygiene was the responsibility of the student life committee member, if Li Wanyan weren't there after school, the students who were cleaning would probably all run away immediately.

For example, today, Li Wanyan went to the teacher's office because she had something to do, and as a result, she just did a sloppy job of cleaning the classroom.

The class monitor wanted to keep the boys, but she didn't have the same authority as Li Wanyan, and in the end, the mischievous boys ran away.

Mo Xueyao felt this was inappropriate, but since she was only a propaganda committee member at best, and hygiene wasn't her responsibility, she was afraid that taking charge would offend others, so she ultimately didn't help stop it.

"What happened? Why did you let those boys run away? Tomorrow, those who ran away will have to continue cleaning. They are being punished for cleaning. How can they just leave without being punished?" Li Wanyan said angrily. "You can't always be so easy to talk to. You have to be tougher on boys. Otherwise, they won't be afraid of you at all."

Ye Banxia, ​​the class monitor with pigtails, pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved.

"Ahem!" Mo Xueyao couldn't bear to watch any longer and quickly ran out to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, I'll help with the cleaning today, class monitor, please don't blame her."

Hearing someone speak up for her, Ye Banxia immediately cast a grateful glance at Mo Xueyao.

Li Wanyan really does have a teacher-like air of authority...

"Xiaoyao, this is a matter of principle. Cleaning up is what we need to do next, but letting those boys get away is unacceptable."

"Ah, don't be so strict... I'll mop the floor, it'll be done in no time." Having lived as a boy for many years, Mo Xueyao had long since developed a protective instinct towards girls.

It's probably like an instinct to naturally pity the weak.

Although she is now a girl, subconsciously she still sees herself as a boy.

"Xiaoyao, you're too easygoing. That's not good."

“But it’s precisely because you’re easy to talk to that we get along so well, isn’t it?” Mo Xueyao retorted, then smiled and picked up the mop that had been carelessly tossed around at the back of the classroom. “Instead of standing around arguing about right and wrong, let’s get things done first.”

Li Wanyan was taken aback for a moment, then silently joined Mo Xueyao in cleaning.

Ye Banxia, ​​as the class's student life committee member, was a little slow to react, but she still actively flipped the chair onto the table.

When the boys were mopping the floor, they just scribbled randomly. Most of the floor was dry, with only a few wet streaks, like messy characters written with a brush.

I cleaned up the room again and tidied up the tools, which only took five minutes.

After all, the boys had already done some cleaning, so all that was left was to finish up.

"Alright, let's go, it's time to close the door." Li Wanyan hung the clean rag back on the rack and said to the two girls in the classroom.

"Here she comes!" Mo Xueyao slung her backpack over her shoulder, and Ye Banxia walked to her side, her twin ponytails swaying slightly, making the setting sun shining on her head appear somewhat mottled.

"Mo Xueyao, thank you."

"Oh, it's nothing. It's only right for boys to help girls with chores."

"Pfft, I'd heard before that Mo Xueyao was a tomboy, and it turns out it really is true."

"Ah ah—" Mo Xueyao realized her slip of the tongue and quickly covered her mouth, coughing awkwardly.

"Hurry up and come out," Li Wanyan urged from the doorway. She was in charge of locking the door, so she had to be the last to leave.

"Hey, class monitor, Mo Xueyao, shall I treat you to some snacks?"

"No need," Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan said in unison.

"Huh?" Ye Banxia was taken aback. "Do you... hate me?"

"Of course not."