A Young Woman's Heart

"Just resting? Sleeping? Or chatting?"

"It's probably... just fooling around."

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

……

(four)

"...That's how it is. Gin always bullies Haruka, but sometimes she gets 'attacked' by everyone in return..."

"This sounds interesting. Won't Xiaoyao get angry? Like you just said, she often does that?"

“She…she’s probably used to it by now, right?” Yu Shu pursed her lips. “Everyone should be used to it by now.”

"Wouldn't she find it boring then?"

"Hmm? Hmm... How did you know? Sometimes when she bullies Xiaoyao, the other girl doesn't react, and she just sits there listlessly."

"Pfft, just imagining it sounds so interesting."

"Hmm, would you like to try joining our band?"

"No need, I just want to hear your stories."

Yu Shu nodded as if she understood, then glanced up at the clock on the blackboard: "Um! I have to go now..."

"Oh, go ahead, I almost forgot you have to go to the band room, they must all be waiting for you."

"Hmm... I guess he's just doing his own thing..." Yu Shu shook her head and quickened her pace as she walked out of the classroom.

……

(Fives)

"Oh ho, Shu'er is here."

"Yu Shu! Do you want some cake? Xiao Xue made it!"

"Mmm, it tastes even better than Xiaoxiao's!" Wang Jiale scooped out another small spoonful and put it in his mouth, chewing with a look of enjoyment on his face.

"Who said that? My sister's is the best!" Mo Zhuyou retorted indignantly, "Especially when it's fresh out of the oven!"

"Um... I heard our band is recruiting?"

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Then everyone nodded in unison.

Are you still hiring?

"Uh... actually we don't need any more, but if we don't recruit, then there will be no one left if we leave. Yu Shu, you can't keep the band going by yourself, can you?"

"Yes, we're recruiting now, so Yu Shu, you'll be the band leader!" Hua Yinyin rarely adopted the demeanor of a senior, and said seriously, "I'll hand over the important responsibility of the leader to you then!"

"No, no need..."

"Huh? What will we do after we graduate?"

"Then let's repeat the year and accompany Shu'er to graduation!" Hua Yinyin jokingly shouted.

"Oh—repeating a year!" Mo Zhuyou chimed in, joining in the fun.

Yu Shu pursed her lips: "I told our story to my classmates."

"Huh, what did they say? What did they say?"

"Is that even a question? They'd probably just say something like, 'There's a pervert named Hua Yinyin.'"

"Shu'er is a good child, she would never say that about me!"

"I was just saying that Yin Yin often hugs other girls' legs, takes the opportunity to touch their stomachs, and rubs his cheeks against their breasts."

"See? They didn't call me a pervert!"

"...What's the difference between this and saying it?" Mo Xueyao felt she didn't even have the energy to tease her anymore.

—This guy has such a thick skin.

……

Chapter 103 The Noise of Evening Self-Study

A particularly golden waning moon hung high in the night sky, which had darkened early on.

It looked like a sesame seed cake that had been eaten in half.

The not-so-long dinner time had just ended, and most of the students were already seated in the classroom.

It's evening self-study time now.

Sometimes a teacher will be giving a lesson at the podium; sometimes only the homeroom teacher will be sitting there, letting the students do their homework on their own; and sometimes there will be several teachers in the classroom, providing individual tutoring to certain students.

In early autumn, you could still hear crickets chirping at night, but now it's true winter, so all that's left is silence.

Ye Wen is absent today, and Wang Qianyu is sitting on the podium helping to keep an eye on things.

She got a set of girls' school uniform from Yukong High School, and sitting on the podium like this, if you didn't know her, you would think she was a student from Class Two!

The sound of recitation, loud or soft, came from the podium. These were students who hadn't finished their recitation assignment for the day and had to go to Wang Qianyu to finish before they could leave school.

Of course, in reality, she wouldn't keep people behind like Jingdie would; at most, she would just ask students who couldn't memorize it to go home and copy it a few more times.

Mo Xueyao straightened her legs, stretched out a yawn that looked exceptionally comfortable, and pushed the table forward a few centimeters.

"Finished writing?" Zhou Yong asked with an envious look.

"Hmm? Not yet."

"Do you want to copy it?"

"If I haven't finished writing in the last half hour, I'll copy it later..." Zhou Yong still wanted to try his best.

"Little Yaoyao~ Can I borrow your Chinese test paper to copy later? I have so many papers today." Hua Yinyin tilted her head and shook the two untouched papers in her hand.

"You copied all your Chinese texts? Aren't you the class representative for Chinese?"

"That's precisely because you already know it all that you copy. It's a waste of time to copy things you already know. You'd be better off using that time to do some extra practice problems or homework for other subjects."

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and handed over her completed Chinese language test paper.

The heating in the classroom was always on, and although it wasn't near the air vents, it was still quite warm after a while.

Her feet felt a little stuffy in the leather shoes, so she couldn't help but take them off to let them breathe. She even bent down, grabbed her calves, and brought them to her nose to sniff.

"Ugh—" Then she frowned and quickly stuffed her feet back into her shoes.

In fact, girls' feet probably smell worse than boys'...

Especially when wearing these non-breathable leather shoes.

"Little Yaoyao, would you like to try spraying some chocolate-scented perfume inside your shoes?" Hua Yinyin took out a small bottle containing a brown liquid.

"You really have all sorts of weird and wonderful things!"

"It smells really good!"

"...Forget it, the fragrance and the stench mixed together is even more unpleasant."

She yawned and refocused her attention on the assignment in front of her.

By the time I reached my senior year of high school, almost all my homework consisted of worksheets.

Even those supplementary teaching materials are presented in the form of test papers.

More often than not, the teachers create the questions and print the papers themselves.

Or perhaps it's a past year's college entrance exam paper...

Everyone's desks and drawers were crammed with exam papers. If someone opened the door and the wind rushed in, someone's exam paper would definitely be blown to the ground.

Mo Xueyao's desk was relatively clean.

The weekly test papers for each subject are stapled together and then placed in a folder, so that they can be consulted when needed.

Without a doubt, she didn't tidy this up herself; Li Wanyan helped her organize it at noon.

Of course, there are occasional instances where the papers are placed too well, to the point that Mo Xueyao cannot find the paper she wants.

Suddenly, a great commotion erupted outside the classroom.

I couldn't make out what they were shouting, but I could hear exaggerated exclamations and jeering.

The students in the study room couldn't help but look out the window, and the noisy noise showed no sign of stopping, finally drawing even more people's attention away from the outside world.

"What's going on? What's happening outside?" Wang Qianyu seemed to have become interested as well. She took the lead and pushed open the door to walk out of the classroom, making the noisy sounds even clearer.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Wang Jiale also rushed out after her. Wherever there's gossip, she's always there.

With someone taking the lead, the students in the classroom finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out in a swarm.

When I got outside, I found that the corridor was already packed with students.

The students from the next class also crowded onto this side of the parapet to look down, and students from all grades downstairs also poked their heads out.

"Who spat that?!" someone yelled angrily. "Damn it, don't they have any manners?!"

"Hey buddy downstairs—what's going on?"

The student from Class 7 answered the question: "Holy crap, a teacher got proposed to! I think it's the homeroom teacher from Class 2!!"

The first and second-year high school students had already gone back, but the third-year students alone could still make the entire school building lively and bustling.

Some people, not wanting to miss out on the excitement, rushed down the stairs.

Their faces were filled with excitement, as if it were Chinese New Year.

"Huh? Class Two's homeroom teacher? Wen?" Mo Xueyao looked at Wang Jiale beside her in surprise.

But then they discovered that she had already run down the street with the group of boys.

What surprised her wasn't that Awen was being proposed to, but rather—Qiuyi had been living with Yewen for so long, why was he only proposing now?

"Little Yaoyao, come on, let's go down and take a look!"