A Young Woman's Heart

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Chapter Sixty-Eight: Holding onto Time

Lunch break time is ultimately limited.

Even if I'm reluctant to part with it, even if I still want to keep making a fuss.

When the bell rings, the party will finally end.

The second class wasn't very strict, so we could walk back slowly, and it wouldn't be a problem even if we were a little late.

Looking at the media classroom, which had suddenly become much quieter, Mo Xueyao sighed helplessly, "Really, they actually organized such a childish event..."

"What is it?" Hua Yinyin wrapped her arms around Mo Xueyao's neck. "This kind of youth is hard to come back to! Creating a memory is the most important thing! A memory!"

"Does going to university mean you're no longer young?"

Wang Jiale nodded seriously, but he was agreeing with Hua Yinyin's words: "But, college is different from high school. It feels like we're all adults now, and we won't be so childish anymore."

"Uh, what about junior high?"

"Junior high school students are immature enough, but they might not have that much drive to take action?"

Yu Shu, who hadn't even dared to go up to the awards ceremony, excitedly ran out from the corner, wearing a badge that Shen Kelin had probably given her, and holding the art club's digital camera in her hand: "Xiao Yao! We took so many photos today!"

"I thought you didn't want to go on stage because you were shy, but it turns out you were gathering material?"

"Well, a little bit too..." Yu Shu said honestly in a low voice, then brought the digital camera screen close to Mo Xueyao's face, "Look! This time we really captured a lot of interesting moments!"

In this photo, Mr. Xue almost fell as he was leaving the stage, but was caught by Cha Li, who was about to go on stage.

Mo Xueyao continued reading with some curiosity:

There are photos of Cha Li picking her nose on stage, photos of Wang Jiale looking away, and even a photo of Hua Yinyin briefly losing focus.

Mo Xueyao wanted to look further, but Yu Shu stopped her.

"I'll look at the rest after I've sorted them out!"

Mo Xueyao clearly saw that the photo, which appeared to be somewhat blurry, was Yu Shu's selfie...

It must be difficult to find the right angle when taking a selfie with a digital camera, right?

"Do you want it washed out?"

"Ok!"

"Show it to me then!" Wang Jiale said excitedly.

"Ok!"

"Me too! Me too!" Hua Yinyin chimed in.

Mo Xueyao puffed out her right cheek, glanced at them, shook her head helplessly, and walked out of the classroom first: "Okay, okay, I'm leaving now."

"Little Yaoyao is so cunning, she wants to run away first, wait!"

It's like a movie theater closing.

Under the bright lights, only dust swirled around.

Standing at the door, Mo Xueyao turned around and looked at the girls who were chasing after her.

Suddenly I wanted to hold onto time tightly and make it flow by more slowly.

But now it's already November.

There are only seven or eight months left until graduation.

It seems like there are still six months left.

But think about it, this month ends and it's December, and December ends and it's 2002...

The autumn breeze outside the door gently lifted Mo Xueyao's skirt, and she suddenly realized that Hua Yinyin was right.

It's not bad to make a fuss like this and do some childish things.

At the very least, it leaves behind a brief but brilliant memory in the long journey of life.

"Little Yaoyao, what are you doing? You're standing there in a daze, and you look like you're about to cry."

"What do you mean you're going to cry?" Mo Xueyao quickly touched her eyes. "At most, it's just sand in your eyes, okay?"

"Alas."

"Why don't you believe me? It's so windy here, is it strange that there's sand?"

"alright."

"Hey, why are you acting like you're comforting me, patting my shoulder? Seriously..."

Hua Yinyin blinked, and Mo Xueyao ultimately stopped 'complaining'.

The path back to the classroom was clear.

Of course, this is life, not some fiction where absurd events happen.

"Why is the senior year classroom located on the fifth floor?!"

"That's it!"

"We strongly demand that the senior high school classrooms be located on the first floor!"

The only ups and downs were everyone complaining about having to walk a long way up to the fifth floor after leaving the multimedia classroom.

Every time everyone gets together, chats, and returns to the classroom, only to have to go back to their seats because class is about to start, Mo Xueyao feels a little reluctant to leave.

That's all there is to it. What if we really part ways one day?

Time is chasing after them.

This forced them to move forward.

She was unusually sentimental.

Actually, she rarely had these kinds of emotions before.

Even when she graduated from junior high school and parted ways with her best friends, she left with a big laugh.

There was nothing special about it. We didn't go out for a meal or any fun activities at graduation. We didn't get together like everyone else to secretly drink a bottle of beer, and we didn't leave each other any keepsakes.

On graduation day, just like leaving school on any other day, we waved goodbye, shouted "Goodbye," and then parted ways.

Although we always say we'll get together again sometime in the future.

But the number of times they got together became less and less, and the intervals between them became longer and longer.

Mo Xueyao rubbed the corners of her eyes. Although there was no mirror, she could feel that her eyes were definitely red, because they were obviously burning hot.

He doesn't look like a man at all...

She muttered something to herself.

Then he laughed at himself again.

What? She wasn't a guy to begin with... she's a girl now.

Being sentimental is nothing to be ashamed of.

Aren't girls usually sentimental?

And, cough—

Mo Xueyao defended herself in her heart:

I don't call this being sentimental; it's just that I've been influenced by ancient poets and am too romantic and sentimental.

Hua Yinyin, who was next to her, looked over at her, which startled her so much that she quickly turned her head away.

Otherwise, if she finds out, with her loud voice, she'll definitely shout it out to the whole class.

Somewhat surprisingly, Hua Yinyin didn't say anything, but simply handed over a soft tissue with her chubby little hand.

"...Hmm?"

She quietly slipped a tissue into Mo Xueyao's arm, but when she turned around, she saw Hua Yinyin pretending to be taking a nap on the table, and secretly winking at her.

She awkwardly wiped her face with a napkin, as if trying to cover something up, and even wiped her mouth extra.

People always change, don't they?

she thinks.

However, she didn't have time to think about it, because the first class in the afternoon was about to start.

Wang Qianyu walked into the classroom carrying her textbooks.

Today her clothes were more mature, and she even wore high heels.

However, this doesn't make her petite frame much taller.

"Ahem, students, wake up if you're still sleeping. Get ready for the first English class. Time is precious, so don't daydream when class starts. After this class, we'll officially begin our review. This is the last new lesson, so please listen carefully."

In fact, top high schools have already completed half a round or even a full round of review by now.

The pace of learning in regular high schools is always slower.

Everything has its advantages and disadvantages.

If the class is fun, then efficiency cannot be guaranteed.

In fact, the students who did well in their studies all relied on self-study and then used their spare time to review on their own.

For example, Li Wanyan.

Even Mo Xueyao, who was considered lazy among the good students, was like that.

Talent is certainly important.

But hard work after the fact is equally important.

Unless you're a genius with a photographic memory.

The school bell hadn't rung yet, but Wang Qianyu still put on an English song first.