A Young Woman's Heart

See if there are any students who haven't written down the answers after the teacher has explained them.

In situations like this, Liu Xiaowei is usually singled out for criticism.

But he actually did his homework today, which was quite unexpected.

"The sun rose in the west?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously, resting her chin on her hand. "Liu Xiaogou, you can even do your homework?"

Among the girls, Mo Xueyao was probably the only one who addressed him like a boy.

"It's raining today, there's no sun," he replied without looking up.

"Hurry up and write, stop chatting. The morning meeting will be over soon, and today's math homework has to be handed in," Wang Jiale urged impatiently from the side.

"Don't rush, what's the rush? Ah, don't panic..." Liu Xiaowei seemed to be copying Wang Jiale's homework, which was rather strange, because Wang Jiale would lend her homework to anyone, but she wouldn't usually let him copy it. Also, generally no one would ask her to copy math homework, as her math level was barely passing. Only those with very poor grades would ask her. But if they had the means, wouldn't it be more convenient to ask Mo Xueyao, Cha Li, or Mr. Xue?

"Oh my god, why are you forcing me to copy homework? And is your math accuracy even acceptable?"

"Tch, I'm just trying to help you out of kindness. I'm worried you'll get scolded by Teacher Jingdie and you won't even appreciate it. Then give it back to me."

"Hey, hey, hey, copy, copy, but why are you being so kind? Has the sun risen in the east?"

"...The sun rises from the east."

“To me, it’s the west,” Liu Xiaowei argued.

"Tch, if I make you stand as punishment, Ms. Jingdie will give us special attention. I don't want to be called on to answer questions multiple times in one math class!"

"Oh—I see, I understand now. Well then, I won't copy it, so we can suffer together."

"Quickly—get—me—to—copy!"

"Ahem." Qiu Yi, who was watching the classroom for Ye Wen on the podium, coughed twice helplessly. "Even though I'm not your homeroom teacher, don't pretend I don't exist..."

Wang Jiale stuck out her tongue, shrank her neck, made a cute face, and turned her head back to glare angrily at Liu Xiaowei.

The vice principal continued his incessant rambling on the radio, just like the relentless rain outside the window.

……

Chapter 195 At School

(One)

On Monday morning, there were two consecutive periods of Chinese class.

During the review phase, it mostly involves the constant explanation and repetition of exam content. Even Ye Wen, who usually gives interesting lectures, would find it tedious at this time.

I guess it's only when I have two consecutive Chinese classes a week and plenty of time that I'll occasionally tell stories that aren't part of the assigned topics.

"...Okay, now let's look at this modern text reading passage. The exam technique is to read the questions first before doing the modern text, and then read with the questions in mind. This way, you can quickly find the answers, save time, and avoid being too rushed when writing the essay later." Ye Wen cleared her throat, placed her test paper under the projector, adjusted it left and right, and made sure it was projected in the center of the screen.

In this day and age, this is an advanced teaching tool. Many schools still simply use magnets to stick enlarged pictures on the blackboard, and the teachers have to read or write the questions on the blackboard to explain them. It is difficult to point out the questions in such a convenient and intuitive way.

"Remember this: no matter how you read modern texts or what your own understanding is, it doesn't matter during the exam. Using formulas and templates will make the exam easier and more convenient, unless you can be like Hua Yinyin, answering questions correctly and getting high scores even without following the formulas. But that requires extremely high literary literacy, and literary literacy needs to be accumulated. You need to read extensively from the time you learn to read. A few months is not enough..." Ye Wen cleared her throat again.

Hua Yinyin, who was being praised, blinked smugly and uttered the words "Hehe".

Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand and glanced at her sideways, but on this point, she still had to admit that Hua Yinyin was stronger than her.

She always answered questions according to a set pattern and techniques. Many times, she didn't even need to fully understand what the article was about. As long as she wrote it that way, she could get the points she was supposed to get, and at most she would lose a few points.

For a subject like Chinese, it's almost impossible to avoid losing points.

"...Okay, let's start with the first question, which is about variation rhetoric? The answer is directly in the article. We'll eliminate the wrong options. The correct answer is B. Lu Shiyong of the Ming Dynasty believed that variation language is the highest ideal of linguistic aesthetics and the life and soul of artistic language."

Mo Xueyao felt a tickle on her back, as if her ponytail was being blown by the wind.

Ye Wen on stage couldn't help but laugh: "It's quite interesting, actually. Although this article says that, we usually don't encourage students to use variant rhetoric when writing essays, because it can introduce variables. Exams are not about perfection, but about getting the highest score. So exam essays are like the eight-legged essay, because the structure is clear and it's easy to get points."

Hua Yinyin interjected, "But actually, truly excellent writers would never write like that."

“Yes, every excellent writer has a strong personal style, and this personal style is largely brought about by variations in rhetoric. In many cases, these variations in rhetoric, in our Chinese language exams, can even be considered grammatical errors and grammatical mistakes. But if we correct them to be standard, then the soul of the article is lost.” Ye Wen smiled somewhat helplessly. “People who learn Chinese according to the standard will find it difficult to become truly… top writers. However, it is normal for exams to be conducted this way and schools to teach it this way. After all, most people do not have this kind of talent. Forcing them to teach so-called variations in rhetoric will only turn it into another form of formulaic writing.”

Hua Yinyin would always chime in at the right moment, as if providing further analysis and explanation: "It's like when a dish suddenly has a new way of being made, it becomes very much the chef's own style, but if everyone learns from him, then it becomes a new recipe and a new rule."

"That's right, alright, enough chit-chat, let's move on to the second question..."

……

(two)

This time, Mo Xueyao truly felt her swaying ponytail being stirred.

She quietly reached out, then suddenly darted upwards and grabbed the restless 'claw'.

“Xiao Ji—” She turned her head and looked at the owner of the 'paw', saying with a mix of helplessness and amusement, “Alright, stop fooling around.”

"Your hair tie slipped down, let me help you put it back up." Duanmu Ji tried his best to look serious, but his darting eyes had already betrayed him.

However, Mo Xueyao still touched her hair tie. In fact, she had tied it quite low to begin with, so it didn't slip down on its own.

"Really..." She turned her head back, and then suddenly felt a poke in her back. When she turned around and glared at him, she found Zhou Yong and Duanmu Ji sitting upright.

"not me."

"Ahem, it wasn't me either..." Zhou Yong seemed to be trying to cover something up.

"Zhou Yong, if you're so bored, go play Silver Silver."

"What's going on? What's going on?!" Hua Yinyin tossed her two long braids. "Are you two bullying my little Yaoyao?"

"No—" Zhou Yong raised his hands as if surrendering.

"Zhou Yong, do you want to answer this question?"

"Huh? Me?" He stood up in a panic, somewhat at a loss.

"So what do you think the answer to this question should be?"

“Uh…uh…C.”

"That's right, it's C. Why did you choose that?"

"Because...uh, no...uh...there isn't..."

"That's good, but you didn't use examples to illustrate your point. You need to pay attention to the question. Other students, this question is incorrect. It would be a shame to lose points because you misread the question. Zhou Yong, please sit down and listen carefully to the lesson."

"it is good……"

The two guys in the back finally quieted down a bit.

Unexpectedly, these two guys created a bit of a chemical reaction when they got together, and they became a little mischievous.

Although Mo Xueyao had done similar childish things in junior high school, she really wanted to say—please, this is senior year of high school! Many of you are adults now, or will be adults after your birthday this year.

Is it true that men are boys until they die?

Always so childish...

"Hey, Xiaoyao, stop playing with my braids! You've made them fall apart!" Hua Yinyin covered her mouth with her hand, looking at her with a mixture of amusement and helplessness.

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao then realized what she had been fiddling with in her hand. She coughed awkwardly twice. "Um...when did I start holding that..."

"You were the one who grabbed him."

Okay, fine.

It must be admitted that perhaps some of the instincts of a boy still remain in her body.

……

(three)

Liu Xiaowei stuck his little finger into his nostril and picked at it vigorously, then flicked it lightly with a flourish, sending the booger flying out the window.

"How disgusting!" Wang Jiale said disdainfully, unable to contain herself any longer.

"It didn't get on you."

"You've been nitpicking for an entire class period."

"Is it bad to have too much boogers?"

"It's disgusting." Wang Jiale made no attempt to hide her disgust, shrinking back to the right. "Can't you have some manners?"

"Men are only handsome when they're rude; those who are rude are just sissies."

"...Who told you that? You're talking nonsense. A person with good manners is called a gentleman, okay?"

"Only effeminate men are polite; real men rely on their abilities," Liu Xiaowei continued, resorting to sophistry.

Wang Jiale couldn't argue with him, so she could only say "I can't be bothered with you" and turn her head back to the blackboard.

"Tonight's evening self-study session will include tests in three subjects. Although it's a weekly test and there aren't many questions, it will still take up all of the evening self-study time. So, please start writing the homework I'm assigning now during your free time. It's not much, just one test paper. You don't need to write an essay. — Yinyin, come on, hand out the test papers."

"Coming right up."

"Ah—one test paper isn't enough."

"One test paper is quite a lot?" Ye Wen asked Gao Yuan. "Other high schools assign at least two test papers per subject for homework—don't go out to play during lunch break, just write them in the classroom, and you can finish them quickly."

"Ugh." Mo Xueyao sighed, looking at the mountain of test papers and exercise books piled up on her desk, and muttered softly, "Homework is test papers, evening self-study is exams, and class is also about explaining test papers. Senior year of high school is really all about test papers."

"Doing exercises repeatedly helps develop muscle memory and stuff like that." Hua Yinyin untied the braids that Mo Xueyao had messed up during class and retied them. "Little Yaoyao, do you still want to play? Here are your braids."

"I don't want to play..."

"Oh dear, weren't you having a lot of fun just now?" Hua Yinyin chuckled and grabbed her braids, tickling Mo Xueyao's face until she sneezed loudly.

The bell rang at that moment, and Ye Wen, who never went overtime, put away her textbooks and lazily waved to the students: "Alright, get out of class dismissed."

……

(four)

"...Although we are a liberal arts class, don't think that math is unimportant. Learning math well can cultivate logical thinking ability, and it is useful in many aspects, such as being a criminal investigation police officer, or writing articles, which also requires it."

Jingdie looked at the students below with a serious expression.

However, some people really can't get into math. She would start to feel sleepy whenever Jingdie taught a class.

Among the students, Cha Li and Mr. Xue were probably the most interested in science.

Of course, the latter usually doesn't listen to the lectures at all, and just does some exercises on their own.