A Young Woman's Heart

Besides the two of them, the first to arrive was Mr. Xue, who leisurely walked into the classroom despite the wind and snow.

He remained unchanged from previous years, with a delicate and fair face, rosy and healthy lips, white teeth, and the gentle and refined air befitting a handsome young man.

"Good morning." He grinned.

"Good morning, Xiaoxue, long time no see!" Mo Xueyao swallowed the rice cake in her mouth and shouted loudly, exhaling puffs of hot air from her mouth.

"Long time no see." Mr. Xue also brought out his breakfast, which looked like he had made it himself.

"What's this?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously, leaning closer. "A tree stump?"

It was a food that looked like a small tree stump, a very large piece, with what appeared to be rings of growth on it.

But upon closer inspection, you'll find that the thick outer layer is something like a palm leaf, and the inside is likely a type of rice.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be more similar to a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling).

"tree stump."

"Eek—don't lie to me, I can tell, it looks like it's made of glutinous rice, right?"

"Haha, it's similar, but this one is baked and has caramel inside."

"I see. Does it taste good?"

"It's quite sweet and a bit crunchy, would you like to try it?"

"Hmm—give me a small piece?" Mo Xueyao glanced down at her half-eaten rice cake. "Shall I trade you the rest?"

It was obviously a joke, but Mr. Xue agreed with a smile.

"Oh, how are we going to eat this? Should I tear it in half for you, or will you just bite into it?"

"Tear off a piece for me."

“Okay, the bottom half is fine now, wait a minute—” Mo Xueyao grabbed the part she had bitten with another plastic bag, then pulled it in half with force. She handed the bottom half, which she hadn’t bitten, to Mr. Xue.

"Wait a minute, you need a knife to cut this."

"Won't it be too hard?"

"It's not particularly hard, but it's very filling."

"Sounds like dry rations..."

“Actually, it can be stored for several months.” Mr. Xue’s tone became a bit like a translator’s. “It’s a delicacy from Madagascar, and its status there is similar to that of cut cake. It’s a convenient type of dry food that’s easy to carry, and it’s also a food that’s suitable for long-term storage in case of emergency.”

"How did you learn to do that?"

I learned it from books.

Mo Xueyao could only give Mr. Xue a thumbs up in admiration for his extraordinary talent.

……

(three)

Wang Jiale running is an indispensable part of the daily scene on her way to school.

However, today she didn't arrive at school right on time; instead, she came very early. She was so hurried that she didn't even bother to wipe the snowflakes off her eyebrows before rushing into the classroom.

"Xiaoyao! Help!"

"What? Is Yinyin chasing after you?"

"No, no, it's something even scarier than that!" Wang Jiale shouted. "I haven't finished my homework!"

"You've been slacking off again during the holiday, haven't you?"

"Cough cough, I feel like I've been sitting in front of my homework the whole time, writing a little bit here and there. I thought I could finish it, but I didn't expect there to be so much left after I finished. Ugh!"

"You only do your homework occasionally while watching TV, right?" Mo Xueyao knew her too well. Anyone who had been to her house knew just how serious this girl's procrastination was.

"No way! At least I've finished copying the assignments. All that's left is writing the answers, which should be done soon!"

"I really can't do anything with you. Which ones haven't you done?" Mo Xueyao stuffed the remaining small piece of rice cake into her mouth, opened her schoolbag, and took out all the homework for each subject.

"Hmm, let me see, the geography test paper, the history winter break homework, the math test paper and the winter break homework..."

"There's still so much left to do."

"What? I've already finished writing the political essays."

Here, you can choose for yourself, which ones you want.

"Okay~! By the way, if Xiaoyao doesn't finish her English, she can copy mine."

"...Thank you for your kindness, but I think it's unnecessary." Mo Xueyao said sarcastically, her eyelids drooping and her lips pursed.

"Wow, Xiaoxue, what's this? Is it eating a wooden stake?"

"It's delicious food, would you like some?"

"Let's talk about it later, I'll copy my homework first..."

Every winter break, the day when the most students return home is the day they copy homework.

Mo Xueyao, like a vendor, laid out all her assignments on the table for people to choose from.

Sure enough, Hua Yinyin, who was running in, shouted, "Xiao Yaoyao, can I copy your math?"

"Test papers or winter break homework?"

"Exam papers! Exam papers!"

"Here you go." Wang Jiale was copying geography at the moment, so he could lend Hua Yinyin his math homework.

"Little Yaoyao is the best~ Give me a hug! A kiss~!" Hua Yinyin rushed up enthusiastically, hugged Mo Xueyao from the front, and pouted her little mouth, trying to get close to her face.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and copy the homework, okay?" Mo Xueyao pushed her body impatiently.

"Mmm! I love you, little Yao Yao!"

"Ugh, disgusting and nauseating."

"What? This is genuine love!"

"I love Xiaoyao too!" Wang Jiale chimed in. "Thanks for the homework, Xiaoyao!"

"You guys... hurry up and write it."

……

(four)

Many people arrived exceptionally early in order to copy each other's homework.

Mo Xueyao's assignments became hot commodities, and so did Mr. Xue's.

Even Gao Yuan, who was incredibly audacious, went to borrow money from Li Wanyan.

Surprisingly, she actually lent it to him.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you must finish copying before the morning reading time begins, and you are not allowed to lend it to others.

So, An Ruosu, who arrived a little late and couldn't find any homework to borrow, also approached her and got the homework she wanted.

Don't assume that only students with poor grades copy homework; in fact, students who are doing well in their studies also copy homework.

It's possible that they were too lazy to do the winter break homework, or that the winter break homework was too easy and they didn't want to do it, so they went to do other difficult extracurricular problems instead, and the homework was naturally left to be made up when school started.

Only Mo Xueyao, Li Wanyan, Mr. Xue, and Cha Li truly completed every subject entirely on their own.

Even Mo Xiaoxiao had to come over and copy the answers to her political science exam...

The familiar classmates quickly filled the classroom, and the scene of this group of people copying homework felt particularly familiar.

"Hmm—is this the atmosphere of the start of school? It's so lively..." Mo Xueyao mumbled indistinctly, chewing on Mr. Xue's 'wooden stake'.

The classroom windows were all closed again, and someone wanted to turn on the heating, but the power had been cut off.

Fortunately, the classroom was actually quite warm, but the smell of breakfast mixed together made it smell as unpleasant as the most crowded bus.

Mo Xueyao also had to keep an eye on where her homework had gone: "Hey, Liu Xiaowei, didn't I tell you not to lend it to others? If anyone wants to borrow it, they should borrow it from me. Who knows where it will go again!"

"I borrowed it! I borrowed it!" Le Tingfeng shouted, raising his hand.

"Give it back to me after you're done copying, or I won't lend it to you anymore!"

"I don't know either, I just grabbed it randomly."

"Tsk, you guys have lost my homework so many times, really..." Mo Xueyao sighed helplessly. On the first day after the winter vacation ended, such a chaotic scene was exactly what she expected, but some things are still unavoidable.

……

Chapter 178 Perhaps the Last Seating Arrangement (Part 1)

(One)

The first and second year high school students have not yet started school.

Only the senior high school students gathered on the upper floor of the teaching building.

The winter break has given these students, who have been busy all semester, a renewed sense of energy.

Students could be seen chasing and playing in the corridors, and the classrooms were as lively as a vegetable market.

Everything felt like it had returned to the time when I was a freshman in high school.

The only difference is that there are no more senior students above these high school seniors.

The days leading up to the college entrance examination are drawing ever closer, like an approaching comet.

Ye Wen stood helplessly against the wall at the classroom door. The students in the class hardly reacted to her arrival.

"You guys..." she shook her head, "I knew it, you didn't finish your winter break homework again, did you?"

"Ahem, Wen!"

"Alright, alright, if you're going to copy homework, then do it quietly." Ye Wen put her hands in the pockets of her thin red down jacket and walked to the podium. "Everyone be quiet. The principal is going to give a speech over the loudspeaker later. Don't be so noisy, or none of you will be able to copy."

"Quiet down, everyone." Li Wanyan stood up to help maintain order, and Li Hongran, who was busy copying homework, also hurriedly shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Quiet--!!!"