A Young Woman's Heart

Although Teacher Qiuyi's piano is better, she still prefers to use her own.

"Hurry, hurry! We only have about twenty minutes!"

"I can go now!" Mo Zhuyou had already packed away the drum set yesterday, so now all she had to do was push it around.

Of course, I need Mr. Xue's help when I go downstairs.

It wasn't that she couldn't lift it herself—she just wanted to be lazy.

"Heh heh, I've brought in-ear monitors this time! After all, this might be our biggest and last performance at school, with the largest audience." Hua Yinyin pulled out wireless earphones from her pocket and gave one to each person.

"Huh, how do I use this?"

"Just connect it to the speakers later, it's Bluetooth."

Mo Xueyao knew about Bluetooth, but had never used it.

All I know is that it's something that can achieve a local area network-like function.

Yu Shu hugged the electronic synthesizer in her hands tightly and took a deep breath.

"Yu Shu, are you nervous?" Mo Xueyao tapped her head with her long electronic keyboard.

"Hmm..." She covered her forehead and nodded slightly.

"It is said that writing the character '静' (quiet) in your palm and then 'eating' it can relieve tension."

"Who said that?"

Wang Jiale slung her bag over her shoulder and glanced at Hua Yinyin: "My mom said so!"

"Alright! Let's stop dawdling and get going!"

"Let's go." Mr. Xue smiled faintly and pushed Mo Zhuyou's drum set at the front.

……

The heavy red curtain blocked the view from the audience.

But you can still hear a lot of noise.

You can still clearly hear the hosts announcing the program.

"Hey, actually, we haven't performed in front of the whole school that many times, have we?" Mo Xueyao pressed a key on the electronic keyboard, leaving a slightly damp handprint on it.

"Hmm—maybe twice? Every year at the New Year's Day cultural performance..."

Is the freshman welcome party for the whole school?

"I bet not all the students in the school came, right?" Wang Jiale strummed the bass strings, producing a deep sound from the speaker.

This speaker was bought by Hua Yinyin and placed in the band room. It's such a heavy and large machine that it can carry its sound to every corner of the multimedia hall.

"Hmm... how does everyone relieve tension?" Yu Shu asked timidly, carrying the synthesizer on her back.

“Nervous? Not at all!” Hua Yinyin adjusted her position. “The moment I touched the instrument, I got excited!” 23 “Not everyone is like Yinyin…” Mo Zhuyou pouted and tapped the drumhead lightly with her drumstick.

Mr. Xue smiled and held the bamboo flute to his lips, but did not play it.

"Yinyin, don't change the song again this time. It's tiring to keep up with your rhythm every time..." Mo Xueyao sat on the piano bench, and before she could finish speaking, she 'thud' the piano bench broke.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Piano bench..." This piano bench was a free gift with the purchase of an electronic keyboard. Although it was very cheap, I had used it for a long time, but I never expected it to break down today.

"Little Yaoyao, stand up quickly—" Hua Yinyin hurriedly walked to her side, because she had already seen the curtain slowly being drawn back.

"what!"

"Bang—!"

"Boom-"

"Zi-"

A piercing electrical hum made people's ears ring.

Behind the fully drawn curtain, Hua Yinyin was tripped over by the power cord and fell to the ground, while Mo Xueyao was getting up, leaning on the electronic keyboard.

"Uh—" The pipa strings made a few cotton-fluffing sounds as Hua Yinyin hurriedly moved.

Mr. Xue, who was standing to the side, and Mo Xueyao, who had stood up again, both reached out their hands to her at the same time.

Yu Shu also looked at her with some anxiety.

Hua Yinyin rubbed her red forehead, grabbed Mo Xueyao's wrist with her left hand, and pinched Mr. Xue's four fingers with her right hand. She slowly stood up, turned around, and faced the microphone and the audience below the stage.

"Yinyin, are you alright?" Mo Xueyao asked softly from behind.

"Hmm? Hmm—I'm fine..." Hua Yinyin rubbed her forehead and grabbed the microphone, forgetting that she was still holding the pipa. The pipa 'thud' fell to the ground again, making Mo Xueyao and the others close their eyes.

She quickly picked up the pipa from the ground and gently plucked it. Fortunately, it only scratched off some of the paint and didn't break.

But it still makes people feel a little sorry for her.

"Ah, well, um—" Hua Yinyin held the pipa in one hand and gripped the microphone tightly in the other, "This is the Snow Music Ensemble... um, there was a little mistake just now, cough um!"

"Huh, what's that?" Mo Xueyao suddenly exclaimed in surprise. Although her voice was not loud, it still carried through the speaker connected to the microphone.

The students from Class 2 below the stage joined together to raise a banner.

It reads "Snow Music Band" in large characters.

Some people were also slapping inflatable light sticks with the words "Snow Music Band" written on them.

It wasn't just the students from Class 2; almost everyone sitting at the front desk was there.

Even the principal had two in his hand.

The vice principal was examining the thing closely when he turned to the principal and said something to him.

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem unhappy.

"Huh—what's going on?" Wang Jiale was also puzzled. Although it was just a simple inflatable light stick with white background and black lettering, it was obviously something that had to be custom-made in advance.

And so many were customized.

Mo Xueyao seized the flash of inspiration in her mind and quickly searched the audience, finally spotting Li Wanyan, who was still handing out light sticks to others.

"It's Wanyan!"

"Wanyan?"

"Wanyan—" Mo Xueyao waved vigorously at her.

"It was specially prepared for us!" Hua Yinyin finally realized. "Wanyan, thank you!"

Li Wanyan turned around, chuckled, and patted the two inflatable cheering sticks in her hands.

The others also joined in, banging away.

"Yukine—"

"Snow Music Band!"

Gao Yuan, who was in charge of creating atmosphere, played his biggest role at this moment, successfully stirring up the atmosphere and getting the other students to shout along.

"Everyone, thank you—!" Hua Yinyin suddenly sniffed hard, standing on the stage, she was unusually at a loss, "I... um..."

"Go for it!"

"Snow Music Band!"

Everyone seemed to want to say something more.

But Shen Kelin, who was squatting at the backstage entrance, stood up and coughed twice at them, signaling them to hurry up.

"Yinyin, shall we begin?"

"Ok!"

"We are the Snow Music Band! Our first song is—Colorful Cloud Ice Cream!"

The students who hadn't heard the lyrics to the song couldn't help but laugh.

"Pfft, what is it?"

"When you're really hungry, do you even want to eat the clouds?"

This time, there was no countdown from Mo Zhuyou; the music started playing suddenly, as if without warning.

But everyone kept up in sync with each other.

"Oh no... I forgot my lines!" Hua Yinyin leaned back and whispered as she moved away from the microphone.

"...I forgot too!" Mo Xueyao was already covered in sweat.

“I’ll do it!” Wang Jiale volunteered.

Her fingers didn't stop moving; she leaned forward slightly, bringing the microphone closer: "I feel a little hungry—"

The moment the first line of lyrics rang out, Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin remembered the lines.

However, he did not speak immediately, but let Wang Jiale continue singing.

Wang Jiale, who was originally standing a bit further back, took a few steps forward and leaned closer to Hua Yinyin's microphone: "I've had breakfast, and my stomach is full—"

“But my mouth is still craving something!” Hua Yinyin immediately chimed in, then lowered her head and began to strum the pipa with all her might.

The cheerful and crisp sound made one feel as if they could smell the aroma of lemonade in summer.

"Clouds in the sky"

"If only I could eat this." Mo Xueyao shook her head and hummed softly.

Hua Yinyin perfectly matched the occasion with a "woof".

So Wang Jiale followed suit, but she made a half-hearted gesture by holding the air and gently licking it with her soft tongue, as if she were eating cloud ice cream.

Amidst her busy schedule, Yu Shu took a moment to gently press the in-ear monitor on her left ear—it was actually very secure and wouldn't fall off at all.

"Sunny days are white~ it should be—"

"It tastes like marshmallow, doesn't it?"

Mr. Xue's bamboo flute surprisingly produced a soft and gentle sound, as if one could already feel the softness of cotton candy.

"...A bite after a meal is worth more than anything, even for the gods!"