A Young Woman's Heart

It's so sweet it's almost cloying!

To be honest, if she hadn't asked Duanmu Ji later, she probably wouldn't have known what "酱" meant.

I thought it was some kind of jam or something.

It turns out that it's an affectionate suffix, which translates to "little" in Chinese. So, Yu Yu Jiang means "Little Yu Yu".

Such a childlike pseudonym...

This inexplicably reminded Mo Xueyao of how Hua Yinyin addressed her.

I've always called her Xiao Yaoyao.

If translated into Japanese, could it be called "Yoyo-chan"?

Oh dear.

The thought of this gave her goosebumps and she couldn't help but shudder.

“Our English class representative!” Wang Qianyu looked at Wang Jiale, “Why haven’t you collected and handed in today’s homework yet? Your class always hands in your English homework later than other classes.”

"Hmm..." Wang Jiale scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly.

"Teacher Wang, it's because Wang Jiale is almost late for school every day, so there's no time to collect homework," Liu Xiaowei said, raising his hand with a hint of mockery.

Perhaps it wasn't malicious, but it still made Wang Jiale feel a little embarrassed.

But she still stammered and explained, "Because... collecting homework... was too tiring...!"

"Oh, I know, Lele is a petite girl and can't carry such heavy notebooks. Hmm, let me think, does anyone want to be the English class representative?"

Wang Jiale's face turned deathly pale.

It's one thing to have never been an English class representative, but the most embarrassing thing is to be dismissed after being appointed.

But at this moment, she felt extremely guilty and could not utter a single word.

"Teacher, I can do it!" Lu Bolun smiled brightly and raised his hand high. "I guarantee I'll complete the task every day!"

“Yes, Lu Bolun’s English grades are also quite good.” Wang Qianyu nodded, thought for a moment, and then said, “Okay.”

When the word "good" came out, Wang Jiale felt like the world had turned gray.

At that moment, she suddenly understood the feelings of people in ancient times when they were demoted.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but pat her shoulder to comfort her.

"Lu Bolun and Lele will be the English class representatives together," Wang Qianyu said. "Lu Bolun is a boy, so he can be Lele's assistant. It's decided!"

"Eh!" Wang Jiale, who had suddenly risen from hell to heaven, was a little bewildered. She pointed to her face, so surprised that she could barely speak, "I... huh? That... me? Me? Or..."

"Of course! After all, I still prefer a cute girl like Lele as the English class representative! It just feels a bit strange to have a boy as the English class representative, right?"

"Uh...uh!"

“Then what am I…” Lu Bolun’s face fell.

"You? The English class representative... the deputy one?"

"And then I'll be in charge of moving the books?"

"Hmm—you'll be in charge of helping out. All the physical labor will be your responsibility."

"So I'm just a tool!"

"No, no, you're the assistant~ Okay, let's start the lesson now, everyone turn to your books..."

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Chapter 117 Ranking of the Entire Grade

The second period on Monday is Chinese class.

That is, the class taught by the homeroom teacher.

This is probably one of the few courses where, even in a relaxed atmosphere, no one causes too much trouble.

Of course, the Chinese class taught by homeroom teacher Ye Wen was also very interesting. She didn't just force reading comprehension in a dry way, but would explain some of the author's life and what happened during the time he wrote the article, so that everyone could better understand why the answer was interpreted in this way.

Instead of working backward from the answer, which would feel very awkward.

Although the teachers at Yukong High School are young, most of them are quite good at teaching.

Of course, due to their teaching styles, some teachers create a good classroom atmosphere, but their teaching efficiency is not high.

Teachers like the homeroom teacher, who are both efficient and engaging in class, are relatively rare.

I'd like to specifically criticize our math teacher, Jingdie; her classes were incredibly oppressive...

The school bell had just rung, but Mo Xueyao was still lost in thought and hadn't yet brought her mind back to the classroom.

"Before class today, I'd like to give you a quick announcement." Ye Wen stood on the podium and glanced at the students below, her gaze lingering on the girls. "Because there will be a surprise inspection by education bureau leaders, and due to the bureau's requirements, all girls in all classes must wear a single ponytail today—actually, that's the usual requirement, either short hair or a single ponytail, but since there's no inspection, we haven't been too strict about it."

As Ye Wen spoke, she pointed to Mo Xueyao, who was resting her chin on her hand and staring blankly: "Hmm, a single ponytail like Mo Xueyao's looks great. It makes her look both well-behaved and cute."

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao snapped out of her daze, still not understanding what had happened.

"I'm saying you're cute." Wang Jiale poked Mo Xueyao's cheek.

After hearing Ye Wen's announcement, some girls started to change their hairstyles to single ponytails.

There are actually quite a few girls in the class with different hairstyles.

Not many people wear pigtails, but some wear their hair down, while others wear side ponytails. Of course, some also have more demure short female student hairstyles.

Ye Banxia was the one who wore pigtails. Right now, she was hurriedly taking off the hair tie and retying it into a single pigtail.

Li Wanyan wore a high ponytail today, so she didn't need to re-braid it.

But Wang Jiale, standing to the side, scrunched up her face: "Ugh—it took me a long time to braid this hair today!"

"Is this your excuse for being late?" Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways and asked.

Today, Wang Jiale wore two braids, which looked very delicate, and each braid was decorated with two bows - the kind tied with a hairband.

"Alright, we can do these things after Chinese class." Ye Wen didn't seem to like the visiting leaders very much. She didn't supervise the girls to tie their hair into single ponytails. With a wave of her hand, she started the class.

Classes you enjoy always seem to go by quickly, and you might even feel like you haven't had enough.

"Whew—" Wang Jiale stretched as she watched her homeroom teacher walk out of the classroom. "Xiao Yao, want to go to the bathroom?"

Mo Xueyao has gotten used to Wang Jiale's frequency of going to the toilet. Basically, he has to go to the toilet every two periods, and he always invites her to go with him.

"Hey~" Mo Xiaoxiao raised her hand and patted Lu Bolun, who was reading a detective novel during the break, on the shoulder. "Lu Bolun, move aside."

"Then I'll go too." Mo Xueyao stood up as well. Rather than saying she wanted to go to the toilet herself, she was just accompanying the two of them.

Looking down from the corridor windows, you can see a lot of people gathering in the lobby downstairs.

"What are you doing?" Wang Jiale muttered with a puzzled look.

Before Mo Xueyao and Mo Xiaoxiao could answer, they heard someone shout from afar, "Quick, quick, the rankings for the whole grade are out! Let's go downstairs and see!"

"Huh? A ranking of the whole grade?" Wang Jiale rubbed his face. "What's so interesting about that..."

"Actually, I wanted to see what rank I got," Mo Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"I'm also a little interested." Mo Xueyao wondered where the third-place finisher in the class would rank in the entire grade.

If it's the top ten, it might prove that the strength of each class is about the same, or that each class has a few students who are among the top students in the grade.

If it's the top five, then it means that Yukong High School really does arrange classes according to academic performance, and the students in the first two classes are the best-performing group.

But thinking about Gao Yuan, who sleeps in class, it seems impossible that the assignments were really done that way.

Or perhaps it's out of humanitarian concern that some students who are struggling academically are placed in the classes with a good learning atmosphere, so that they can also learn from good role models?

After relieving herself, Mo Xueyao was carefully washing her hands at the bathroom door.

Every time I wipe that area clean with toilet paper, it always feels like the paper is soaked through and my fingers are dirty.

Even if it's just psychological, you should still wash your hands several times.

You know, when Mo Xueyao was a boy, he would just rinse his hands with water after using the toilet and that was it. He would never wash his hands so carefully like he does now.

After all, the pipe you're holding onto won't come into contact with the waste liquid, so it always gives you the illusion that you haven't gotten your hands dirty.

"Let's go, Xiaoyao, shall we check the overall rankings?" Mo Xiaoxiao flicked the water off her hands and teased the reluctant Wang Jiale, "Lele, don't be so insecure. Maybe you'll be ranked really high?"

"I'm only ranked 20th in my class, how high can I go..." Wang Jiale rolled her eyes. "Forget it, forget it, I'll just pretend I'm going with you guys. Let me make this clear, I have no interest in the grade rankings!"

Mo Xueyao chuckled to herself. Was this just sarcasm?

The three notice boards downstairs were crowded with people; they displayed the midterm exam rankings for grades 10, 11, and 12.

In addition to the complete overall ranking of the entire grade, there is also a ranking of the top twenty students in each subject across the entire grade.

"I can't squeeze in!" Wang Jiale hopped around like a rabbit from the outside of the crowd. "I can't see anything at all!"

"Hmm...it seems I really can't get in." Mo Xiaoxiao was also at a loss.

Moreover, there is a relatively long break after the second class, which gives many students time to check their grade rankings. After all, the detailed rankings of the entire grade's total scores are available there, and checking them can help them confirm their own level within the entire grade.

Even knowing they're at the bottom, they still wouldn't mind joining in the fun.

"I'll give it a try." Mo Xueyao started to squeeze into the crowd with all her might. She finally managed to squeeze into the crowd. Luckily, she was petite, otherwise it would have been difficult to squeeze to the very back.

Yes, of course, because she wasn't tall enough, she felt like the air was a little thin...

"Whoa, what's crawled in here?"

"Furry?"

It's a girl!

The boys in the front row fell silent for a moment, then gasped.

Because everyone was crammed together, the distance between them was so close that the boy at the very front could even feel the softness of her body.

A faint milky aroma also filled the air.

"Never seen a girl before? She's so rare!" These weren't just any words; they were Mo Xueyao's own. She rolled her eyes, practically leaning over the notice board. "Hey, you in the back, can you not push so hard? I'll just take a look and then leave!"