A Young Woman's Heart

This might also be related to the classroom's layout, because it's very casual and informal, which makes the learning atmosphere particularly weak.

"Xiaoyao, are you practicing the piano today?"

"Hmm—how about we play a duet?"

"Should I use a guitar tone or another instrument tone?"

"All instruments, how about that? Responsible for all the harmonies?"

"Huh? Am I supposed to provide the drumming and all that too?"

"Yes."

"They'll be too busy to handle that..."

"It's okay, let's give it a try."

"Mmm!" Yu Shu said, but she looked eager to try. The two of them placed their hands on the piano keys at the same time, as if by unspoken agreement.

"Let's start with the song 'Colorful Cloud Ice Cream'."

"Hah..." Mo Zhuyou's nostrils seemed a little blocked. She opened her mouth wide and tried to breathe, so even more saliva flowed out.

"Youyou? Are you so sleepy? Do you want to lie down on your sister's lap?" Mo Xiaoxiao gently pinched her cheek and asked softly.

"Hmm? School's out?"

"Pfft, what do you mean school's over? It's only noon."

"Eh—I remember I was practicing drums..."

"Asleep?"

"So sleepy... Sis, let me lean on you for a bit."

"Then come over here and lie down on my lap to sleep."

"it is good--"

Mo Zhuyou rubbed her sleepy eyes, and as soon as she sat down with her older sister, her head lolled to the side and she drifted off to sleep again.

The chatter of the others gradually subsided.

After all, the homework on the table was a constant reminder that they still had important things to do.

If I don't hurry now, I'll have to wait until I get home to write it.

Who wouldn't want to go home and sleep after school?

In the senior year of high school, when everyone is sleep-deprived, getting even just half an hour of extra sleep is a blessing.

……

(three)

Tang Sishi grabbed her hair hard, took the headband off her head and put it back on, then took a deep breath.

"Uh..." She turned around, "Xiaoyao? Can you play some softer songs?"

Ye Banxia took a deep breath: "I feel a bit of a headache, I want some peace and quiet..."

"Huh? Uh... Most of the songs by the Snow Music Band are like that, pretty lively and cheerful."

"Of course it's noisy too?" Cha Li smiled. "I don't mind, but other people seem to have a bit of a headache."

"Uh, I rarely feel like playing the piano." Mo Xueyao was a little unhappy; she always wore her emotions on her sleeve.

Tang Sishi quickly said, "I'm sorry, this is your practice area after all, it's only right that there's some noise."

"No, no, since you've all come to study, I'll try to keep it quiet." She glanced helplessly at Yu Shu. "Yu Shu? Once you've finished practicing, did you bring your headphones?"

"Hmm... I brought it." Yu Shu nodded regretfully, after all, for the lazy group, there weren't many opportunities to practice together like this.

Although she was busy and flustered just now, this challenging division of labor made her feel particularly fulfilled.

Fortunately, both of them were playing electronic instruments, so as long as they wore headphones, the music would only be heard in their own ears.

……

(four)

After finishing their homework, the girls started comparing answers. Although the answers were explained in class, they were afraid that there would be too many things they didn't understand and they wouldn't be able to keep up. So they discussed it in advance like this. It would be even better if they could distinguish between right and wrong and understand the reasons.

Because their conversation was so loud, Mo Xueyao had to turn the volume up in her headphones. After a while, her ears started to ache from the vibrations.

"Phew...so tired."

This was the first time she had ever felt so exhausted in the band room.

When I looked at Hua Yinyin again, I found that she also looked tired.

"Yinyin?"

"Hmm...?" Holding the pipa but unable to play it, she looked up with a hint of helplessness.

"Going to the restroom?"

"OK……"

The restrooms in the laboratory building are also much more spacious than those in the teaching building.

There aren't many girls queuing up at the door; it's so convenient, it's like a place reserved for bands.

The sound of the school band practicing could be heard downstairs; because they were using a lot of instruments, it sounded quite impressive.

Interspersed within are the deep, resonant sounds of brass instruments.

"Yinyin, what do you think?"

"I'm so tired." Hua Yinyin seemed to understand what she was asking.

"If everyone thinks the band room is good and comes here to study, this place will become a study room, and we won't have any free rest space left." Although she agreed readily at the time, after most of the noon had passed, Mo Xueyao regretted it a little.

"Well, we have to take care of other people, so we can't make a lot of noise. But if we want to sleep, their voices are too noisy." Hua Yinyin rested her chin on Mo Xueyao's shoulder and yawned lazily. "How about we go talk to Awen?"

“It’s no use talking to Wen. At most, she can only tell other people not to come to our band room, which would be even more awkward. It would be obvious that we secretly tattled on them.” Mo Xueyao hates tattletales more than anything else in her life.

"How about we go to the principal's office and give him our feedback? Maybe he'll listen?"

"Hmm—give it a try? Have him set up some study rooms or something, so students who want to study on their own during lunch break can go there to study?"

"What if they say the teachers should keep an eye on the students and not let them make a ruckus during their free lunch break? But it seems like Awen is going to take a nap at noon."

"Let's go talk to them and see what happens. How will we know if we don't try?"

"Hmm—not bad, not bad, little Yaoyao, you're starting to have some of my style!"

"What kind of demeanor is that?"

"A style that dares to speak and act!"

"I don't think you're the kind of person who dares to say what you mean and do what you say," Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways and said sarcastically with a smirk.

……

(Fives)

"Dong dong."

"Please come in."

"Hello, Principal."

"Good morning, Principal!"

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"It's like this, um, um, um, Xiaoyaoyao, what do you say?"

"Um! Our class is quite noisy at lunchtime, and some students want to study on their own, but there isn't a quiet environment. I was wondering if the school could arrange special study rooms for senior students? Those who want to study on their own would then go to the study room to do their homework and such."

"Hehe, just like a university library."

"what is that?"

"Yes, I'll consider it. Is there anything else?"

"No, no, Yaoyao, shall we go?"

"Okay—Principal Mo, I'm asking you for a favor. Our school has so many empty classrooms, surely you could find a few to use as study rooms?"

"Don't worry." The sharp, weathered look in Mo Kong's eyes seemed to have faded. He smiled kindly and nodded gently.

"Clap."

That was the sound of two girls carefully closing the door as they left the office.

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Chapter 199 Addicted to one's own good looks?

(One)

Mo Xueyao's biological clock has recently been waking her up a few seconds earlier than her alarm clock.

It's probably because I slept face down last night that I have a dull, aching pain in my chest.

She rubbed the area where her heart should be, gently exhaled a breath of stale air, and then reached out and slapped the alarm clock the instant it rang.

Waking up naturally means getting out of bed.

As he stepped over Li Wanyan, he tripped over her and fell on top of her, their warm cheeks pressed together.

"Uh……"

"Hmm..." Li Wanyan's eyelashes trembled violently, then she turned her body to the side and clamped her blanket between her legs.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, but the bedding is still the same as in winter. Even in the relatively cold early morning, it can sometimes be so hot that you want to crawl out of bed for some fresh air.

Of course, this also makes waking up early much easier.

Mo Xueyao walked into the bathroom as if in a dream, fumbled around to turn on the light, turned on the tap, cupped her hands in the still cold tap water, and gently splashed it on her face.

Like a spell breaking the seal on her dream, it brought her back to reality from the ocean of her subconscious.