A Young Woman's Heart

The brief exchange came to an abrupt end as everyone buried themselves in their homework again.

Although it was busy, it was also very fulfilling, and time only seemed to fly by during these times.

It even made Mo Xueyao feel that a month before the end of the semester was as short as a week in her first year of high school.

……

(three)

The last two periods on Friday are supposed to be self-study, but they are more like class meetings.

The homeroom teacher, Ye Wen, would talk about things that needed attention recently or new notices from the podium, while the students would sit below and do their homework.

Almost no one is like they were at the beginning of their senior year of high school, reading novels or sleeping at this time of year anymore.

Students with average grades tend to be the most hardworking at school.

It's probably because they feel they'll be even less able to study properly once they go home.

At least in school, there's a group atmosphere that can motivate you.

Ye Wen leaned back wearily in her chair, which creaked and groaned from being used so much. As a senior high school homeroom teacher, she was no less stressed than her students.

"Everyone, just focus on your homework. You only need to listen to one ear. I'll write important announcements on the blackboard, and materials will be distributed later." Ye Wen took a sip of tea. The tea leaves in her cup had been steeping for a day, and were now soft, mushy, and blackened. "Today is January 11th. The 11th... well, this year, the college entrance exam in July... there are only 177 days left, which is about half a year. Time flies. Of course, we still need to do well on our final exams first, and then work hard for the last semester..."

"Lele—can I borrow your calculator?" Hua Yinyin, who was doing a math test, wanted to slack off and gently poked Wang Jiale's back.

The latter didn't even turn around; he simply reached behind him and handed her the calculator.

"You can't use a calculator during the college entrance exam," Mo Xueyao muttered softly.

"Actually, I think this is super unreasonable. When you start working, you'll definitely have all the convenient tools available. Why can't you use a calculator?"

“…Numerical calculation is also part of logical thinking.” Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief, because she had finally finished the homework for another subject, with only the Chinese and English papers left to complete.

On the stage, Ye Wen covered her mouth with the back of her hand and yawned. She then turned around and wrote the word "volunteer" on the blackboard at a very low position with chalk.

"Although there's still one semester left, everyone can start thinking about their college applications now. College applications... at this stage... well, at this stage... after the final exams, everyone should have a basic understanding of their own abilities. Understanding..."

"Those with poor grades may still have a lot of room for improvement, those with average grades can still work hard to improve, and those with good grades will basically find it difficult to improve their scores much more. Everyone should think about the schools and majors they want to attend first, so that they have a direction and can work towards the scores they need to achieve, so as to avoid being caught off guard later. Yes, caught off guard."

"The school has compiled a booklet for you—Wanyan, Xiaoxue, here, you two hand it out. Of course, the booklet can't cover every school in the country. It's all selected by our school's teachers for the students, categorized according to different cut-off scores. There are less popular schools and more popular ones. Most of them are in Zhejiang Province, but there are some outside the province, though they're generally not too far away. You can use it as a reference. If you don't find a school you like here, you can come to my office after class, and I can select some according to your personal situation and ideas. But most students shouldn't have any problems choosing from here."

The students, trapped in a nightmare of homework, finally woke up, and the quiet classroom gradually became noisy.

After all, this is about planning for one's future life, and no one can help but be curious.

Students with poor grades want to know if they can get into university, while students with excellent grades want to know what kind of university they can get into.

The most realistic moment comes when students face the cut-off scores—because at this point, the gap between regular high schools and key high schools is so directly revealed to the students.

Even if a student is in the top ten of the class, it cannot be guaranteed that everyone will have a score high enough to get into a top university like Zhejiang University.

This is still in Hangzhou, where there are a large number of available spots for local residents.

Just like how people from Beijing are more likely to get into universities in Beijing.

Many people can only choose to attend a third-tier university or even a vocational college.

"Looks like I'll have no problem getting into a vocational college. Getting into a third-tier university will be easy with a little effort!" Liu Xiaowei was an optimist, or rather, he didn't have high expectations for himself. He flipped through the papers casually and felt full of confidence.

Students like Wang Jiale, who aspire to attend a top-tier university, had worry written all over their faces.

Because with her current grades, she still has a long way to go.

Of the entire class, only Gao Yuan didn't even glance at the information booklet after receiving it.

Because he was going to study abroad anyway.

Although there are exams involved, the financial aspect is far more important...

……

Chapter 139 Volunteer

(One)

The sky was still overcast at dusk, only the unseen sunset made it appear slightly yellow.

"Glug glug..." That was the sound of Mr. Xue pouring tea.

There were bags and packages of snacks spread out on the table, some of which were scraps of snacks that Mo Xueyao had bought last time.

The easily expired items have already been eaten, and what's left are just scraps and scraps.

Mo Xueyao crossed her ankles and gently swung her legs. The window was half open. After being in the heated room for so long, she actually felt that the cold wind brought her a refreshing feeling.

Yu Shu placed her synthesizer on the table and played a soft and melodious tune, using it as an electronic keyboard with not enough keys.

Listening to her songs can help you relax.

"Practice?" Mo Xueyao asked tentatively.

"Forget it—isn't the purpose of coming to the band room to relax?" Hua Yinyin said matter-of-factly.

Mo Xueyao glanced at her speechlessly.

"Yeah, everyone's senior year must be really busy, it's good to relax a bit." Yu Shu stopped playing the piano and chuckled softly.

"Look, even Shu'er says so!"

“Compared to this—” Mo Zhuyou tossed a brochure filled with introductions to various universities onto the table, “Awen asked us to fill out our college applications today. How are we supposed to fill them out?”

"It's early, there's no rush." ​​Mo Xueyao took the tea that Mr. Xue handed her and took a small sip. "Thank you, Xiaoxue. Well, I plan to fill it out after I get my final exam results."

In winter, being able to leisurely sip hot tea and chat is truly a wonderful thing.

"I was rushing to finish my homework just now, so I didn't have much time to look at this." Wang Jiale flipped through the information booklet. "There are so many universities, I don't know which one to choose."

"Anyway, let's choose based on scores first? Hmm—I want to go to the same university as my sister, but our scores are so different."

"Then Youyou, you have to work hard too."

"Phew... Studying is so tiring. Every time I have to do my homework, I'd rather play the drums."

"Are you backing out?" Mo Xueyao raised an eyebrow and teased her.

Mr. Xue elegantly cut a small piece of old-fashioned sponge cake with a plastic knife and fork and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. Although he would listen to everyone's conversation, he did not always participate in the topic.

"No, that's not true, Haruka!"

"Hehe!"

……

(two)

"So you still want to choose Zhejiang University after all."

"I heard that Zhejiang University is going to merge with several other schools. Why don't we just take the entrance exam for those schools and then we'll be directly admitted to Zhejiang University?"

"Those schools have it tough too."

"Nothing at a top-tier university is easy."

Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her arm and lazily looked at Mr. Xue: "Xiao Xue, which school are you planning to apply to?"

Zhejiang University.

"Not surprising at all."

Mr. Xue seemed to want to create a dimple, but unfortunately he didn't: "Um, Power Engineering and Engineering Thermophysics."

Mo Zhuyou sat up straight in fright: "Isn't that science?"

"Correct."

"How will the exam be conducted? Will it be a science-based test?"

"You can also take additional exams."

"As expected of Xiaoxue—" the girls exclaimed in unison.

……

(three)

"Squeak-"

The classroom door was gently pushed open, and Li Wanyan and Mo Xiaoxiao walked in with their schoolbags on their backs.

In a sense, both of them were waiting for their 'sister'.

"Wanyan! Which school are you planning to apply to? What's your first choice?"

"Zhejiang University." Li Wanyan's goal was clearly clear, although the score requirements for the major she applied for were certainly not low.

What's your major?

"Eek—Little Yaoyao lives with Wanyan every day, how could she not know this?"

"Huh? Why would I..."

“I haven’t told Yaoyao.” Li Wanyan sat down next to her, picked up her cup, and took a sip of the now lukewarm tea from where Yaoyao had drunk from. “I want to study business administration.”

"Huh, why did you choose this?" Mo Xueyao picked up the teapot on the table, added some hot water to the cup, and blinked at Li Wanyan.

Li Wanyan swallowed a tea leaf that was still on her tongue before calmly saying, "If you want to open many shops in the future, I can help with management and planning."

"Pfft, wouldn't that make him Xiaoyao's butler?" Wang Jiale said, turning another page of the manual.

"Hey—isn't this something Wanyan likes herself?"

“What’s useful is what I like.” Li Wanyan’s answer is always very pragmatic.

This made Mo Xueyao feel a little embarrassed.

She never considered studying a major related to her family business, or helping her family after graduation.

If the family business is doing well and they have money, she even thinks about not doing anything and just going on a trip.

"Let's not talk about which university to go to first, but what majors do you all want to study?" Mo Zhuyou gave her seat to her older sister, and then sat on her sister's lap.

Wang Jiale pouted: "If I were to choose a major... I'd probably choose one related to English? Or another foreign language would be fine too."