A Young Woman's Heart

"what?"

"Didn't Li Hongran tell you?"

“…He didn’t say, okay, okay.” Mo Xueyao reluctantly accepted the colorful flag, which didn’t look heavy but felt quite heavy when she lifted it.

Each class's flag seems to be different, probably to make it easier for students to quickly find their class.

Amidst the noise, the bus finally slowly appeared at the school gate...

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Chapter 46 Silver Dragon Sports Center

The Hangzhou Yinlong Sports Center opened in 1994. At that time, Mo Xueyao was just a primary school student looking forward to junior high school life and facing graduation.

Primary school lasts for six years, which is equivalent to the total of junior high and high school.

At that time, she always felt that university was incredibly far away from her, and she never even dreamed of the so-called university life.

But in the blink of an eye, she has reached her final year of high school, and by this time next year, she should already be attending university.

When I was in elementary school, I went to watch a basketball game with my father. I remember that when we entered the court, they gave us two inflatable batons. Once our favorite team scored, someone would excitedly grab the two batons and hit the ball hard. Unlike football, scoring is not a regular occurrence in basketball, so throughout the game, you could always hear the thud of the basketball hitting the ground and the thud of the batons echoing each other.

After returning home, she pestered her father to buy her a basketball. However, she only played with it for a short period of time when she first entered junior high school. As the boys around her grew taller and taller, she gradually became less capable. Sometimes, she could even have her three-point shots blocked by the taller boys.

Later, she shifted her focus back to her studies, and it had been a very long time since she had properly played basketball.

At that time, she was also in her final academic year before graduation, and she still is now.

The coincidences of history are astonishing, but the feelings associated with them are entirely different.

One is looking forward to a new life, while the other is somewhat reluctant to leave.

Perhaps it's because I've made so many friends and parted ways with so many friends since I was a child that I'm even more reluctant to part ways with my new friends.

Others might become numb from saying goodbye so many times, but Mo Xueyao is different from most people.

She felt that as she got older, her motivation to make new friends seemed to decrease.

Maybe when she gets to college, she won't want to make any new friends.

After all, making friends is something that requires effort.

The bus gradually came to a stop, and the wind that had been blowing on our faces subsided considerably. The massive Yinlong Sports Center was right in front of us, unchanged from six or seven years ago.

It's very close to West Lake, only about two kilometers away, and it's located right in the city center. So when we came in, it was a bit congested, and it took us a good ten minutes to get there after two traffic lights.

"Achoo!" As soon as she got off the bus, Mo Xueyao sneezed loudly, and a little saliva, tears and snot came out. Before she could take out a tissue from her bag, Li Wanyan handed her one from the side.

She took it without thinking and blew her nose hard: "Phew... That's too much, how did it get so cold all of a sudden?"

The pedestrians coming and going on the street are all wearing different clothes.

Clearly, there were people like her who didn't expect it to be so cold today, and there were also people who took overly cautious precautions.

It's probably only at times like this that you see people in short sleeves and people in down jackets walking together on the street...

Mr. Xue is the kind of person who wears short sleeves, and he even wears shorts.

Perhaps because it was too cold, the skin on his arms and thighs had an unnatural pinkish hue, but he seemed oblivious, still standing there with his hands in his pockets, not caring at all about the slight drop in temperature.

They are both of northern descent, so why isn't he afraid of the cold?

Mo Xueyao muttered to herself.

"Class 2, Grade 12—look at this colorful flag! Come over here—assemble! Xiaoyao! Raise the flag a little higher!"

"oh oh……"

Mo Xueyao quickly raised the colorful flag a little higher so that people further away could see it.

The main problem is that she's too short. If it were Aya Akimoto, she could just be carried on her shoulder.

Speaking of which, why not have a tall girl come, and instead have this short girl carry the flag?

Is it simply because she's the prettiest?

When Mo Xueyao thought about this, she felt a little embarrassed. She looked around to make sure no one understood her thoughts, then coughed lightly and stomped her foot, pretending that she had just been spacing out because she felt cold.

The Yinlong Sports Center is quite large. Once inside, you can look up and see the towering dome. It's not a single piece of glass, but rather has one or two large panes of glass interspersed throughout to allow light in.

At night, lights can also be used for illumination.

In the middle is a 400-meter rubber track, and some high jump and long jump equipment has been placed there, where teachers are squatting and adjusting it.

There are rows of seats all around, more than enough to accommodate the entire school.

In fact, after the seats for each class were assigned, there was still one side of the seats that were completely empty and no one was sitting there.

Before they could even settle in, the familiar athletes' march started playing again, and Shen Kelin's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Students from each class, please line up and enter in the order of Grade 11 to Grade 12."

Although the students were all wearing school uniforms today, they weren't very uniform, so they didn't look particularly neat from above.

On the temporary platform in the middle of the playground, school leaders were standing, reviewing one class after another as they came in.

Some classes specially designed costumes and movements, adding a unique vitality to this school sports meet.

However, when the usually busy senior high school students came, they seemed much more down-to-earth, basically just shouting slogans.

Only Class 7 came up with a unique idea: a ceremonial guard. Someone even played gongs and drums. The boy at the front wore a big red flower, looking like a groom preparing for his wedding, or a top scholar just stepping out of the main hall...

He was really full of vigor and high spirits. Although it was an act, he acted very well.

Although it was arranged by grade level, it wasn't arranged by class. Basically, whichever class lined up first would enter first.

"Next up are the students from Class 2 of Senior Three. Leading the way is Mo Xueyao, our school's undisputed beauty. She has large, sky-blue eyes and fair skin. Being of mixed Chinese and Russian descent, she has inherited the best features from both sides, making her exceptionally beautiful..."

Mo Xueyao looked a little embarrassed. She couldn't help but glance at Shen Kelin on the stage and found her holding the microphone and looking at her playfully, even winking at her secretly.

Several students from the art club immediately swarmed over, pretending to be dedicated and frantically taking photos, with the sound of "click-click" ringing out incessantly.

Gao Yuan and Zhou Yong were naturally involved, and seeing how happy Gao Yuan was, one couldn't help but suspect that he had instigated others to come and film them...

Yu Shu waved to Mo Xueyao from a distance, and snapped a picture the moment Mo Xueyao turned around, capturing the beautiful moment.

The photograph is undoubtedly one of humanity's greatest inventions.

Time cannot be stopped, but it can preserve a moment in time forever.

No, and it can't be said to last forever, because it will gradually yellow and fade. No matter how well it is preserved, nothing can withstand the relentless passage of time.

After the opening ceremony, the students could not leave immediately because the radio calisthenics competition was about to begin.

The judging criteria are unclear, and high school seniors generally don't care much about this award.

Firstly, it's been three years already, and I'm already a seasoned veteran. Secondly, I'm in my senior year of high school, and there are many more important things to do. Whether I win an award at the school sports meet or not doesn't matter; the point is to participate.

So in the end, it was actually the first-year high school students who did the best, while the third-year students were generally quite lazy, their movements were limp, as if they didn't want to waste any more energy.

After the gymnastics exercise, there were speeches from teachers and student representatives.

In comparison, Mo Kong's method is the simplest.

The students below the stage were getting impatient with the vice principal's speech, and Mo Kong stepped forward and took the microphone with one hand.

He adjusted his monocle, a faint smile appearing on his unshaven face: "Alright, I hereby declare the school sports meet officially open! Have fun, everyone."

"yeah--!"

The students cheered immediately, and the athletes' march that followed didn't even drown out their cheers.

"As expected of the principal, he really didn't disappoint us." Mo Xueyao, who was tired of holding up the sign for Class 2, Grade 12, breathed a sigh of relief. "Now I can go back to my seat and rest. By the way, is the high jump today?"

"We can just ask Li Hongran later..." Ye Banxia, ​​who was closer to Mo Xueyao, said softly. The acne on her face had faded a lot, although some acne scars were still left, but at least it looked much better than before.

"High jump must be very fast, unlike running, which is so slow."

Generally speaking, the competitions that finish first are indeed things like the long jump and high jump, while running competitions tend to be the last to finish.

Sometimes, to save time, the semi-finals are even skipped and the finals are held in advance, and then the rankings are based on each person's score.

"Phew—" Mo Xueyao plopped down on the plastic chair, wanting to lean back, but the chair felt as cold as an ice cube, so she simply pulled Hua Yinyin next to her over and leaned against her. "Hmm, it's warm now."

"Hey, little Yaoyao, you're really too kind!" Hua Yinyin vigorously rubbed her cheeks, not minding her doing so at all, but instead smiling like a blooming flower.

Li Wanyan sat down on the other side of Mo Xueyao and handed her the thermos: "Yaoyao, would you like some hot tea?"

Mo Xueyao used a lot of force to unscrew the lid: "What kind of tea is this?"

"It was made by my godmother. I think she put some rose petals and lily petals in it."

"Flower tea?" she muttered, taking a sip. The taste seemed no different from ordinary tea, with only a faint floral fragrance at most.

The Athletes' March seemed determined not to stop, playing on a loop. From the glass-enclosed dome, one could clearly see fine, continuous raindrops falling, gathering and flowing slowly towards the lower ground.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the school sports meet has begun.

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Chapter 47 Casual Chat at the School Sports Meet

The school sports meet is always a chaotic and noisy event.

In previous years, the school would invite nearby merchants to sell goods on campus for the sports meet. However, this year the event was held in the stadium, so the merchants did not come. The few vending machines available quickly sold out of snacks and drinks.

Mo Xueyao was sitting on the side where no class was assigned, fiddling with the antenna of the tape recorder and adjusting something.

The headphone cord was connected to the tape recorder; she was only wearing the right earpiece, with the left earpiece casually dangling over her shoulder.

"Tsk... um..."

"Little Yao Yao! Ta-da! I got the last bag of potato chips! And three bottles of Sprite, two cans of Coke... I'm exhausted..." Hua Yinyin casually scattered these things on the seat next to her, bent her knees slightly, and was about to sit down when Mo Xueyao stopped her with one hand.

"Wait a minute! This area is quite dirty, remember to wipe it down, especially the backrest."

"Is it that dirty here?" Hua Yinyin touched it with her hand, not believing it, and looked closely. It was covered in dust.

While it won't turn your hands completely black overnight, you still need to clean off the dust at least a little.

Perhaps because this location is in a corner of the venue, far from the main entrance, although there is a corresponding emergency exit, it seems that those things are not usually open...