A Young Woman's Heart

Zhou Yong stared at Mo Xueyao's small face, his eyes widening little by little, and stood there in a daze.

"What are you doing? Daydreaming? Did your soul leave your body?" Mo Xueyao shook her hand, looking at him as if he were frozen in place.

His facial muscles began to tremble, and finally he slowly managed to squeeze out a strange expression, his eyes reddening as if he had seen a loved one: "Mom!"

"...Huh?" Mo Xueyao was stunned. Three seconds later, she rubbed her ears hard to make sure she hadn't misheard.

"Cough...uh, uh, well, I felt your smile was particularly kind just now, and I accidentally shouted it out..." Zhou Yong suddenly came to his senses, scratched his head awkwardly, sniffed hard, and then coughed again, choked by the smell.

It makes one wonder if this kid has swallowed his snot down his throat.

"Did the lack of sleep cause hallucinations?" Li Wanyan suddenly asked.

"Hahaha……"

"Oh, by the way, Zhou Yong, you have a day off tomorrow!"

"what?"

"……Hey?"

"oh oh."

"Why didn't you say anything at all?"

"what?"

"Of course there's no holiday tomorrow, I was just kidding! Happy April Fool's Day!"

Mo Xueyao could see that Zhou Yong's lips twitched slightly.

He sat down in his seat. Despite arriving so early, he didn't seem like he was going to copy homework. Instead, he put down his backpack, rested his chin on his hand, and started to daydream.

"Why are you acting like a lovesick girl?" Mo Xueyao teased, leaning closer and resting her right elbow on his desk. "What's wrong with you?"

"Well, it's nothing... By the way, Mo Xueyao, are the score requirements for getting into medical school very high?"

"You're not talking about Zhejiang Medical College..."

"Yes, that's it!" He nodded firmly.

"Wow, that score requirement isn't low, you'd need at least five or six hundred points, right? What's your total score now?"

"Uh... should we calculate it based on the last joint exam with Chongqing High School?"

"Okay, let's go with that one. After all, it's a joint exam, so the scores are more accurate."

"Over four hundred and twenty points..."

"That's a huge difference." Mo Xueyao tilted her head curiously. "What, you suddenly want to be a doctor? Although different majors have different scores, it's still a first-tier university, you know. Getting in isn't easy. Or how about switching to a second-tier medical school?"

"That one."

"What a strange obsession."

"How can I get a good score? My goal is... 500 points!"

"Wait, wait, wait, as a liberal arts student applying to medical school, there aren't many majors you can choose from. The best you can hope for is traditional Chinese medicine, right?"

"Ah, no problem!" Zhou Yong slammed his right hand into his left palm. "That one, is it too late for me to start working on it now?"

"...No, no, I mean, hey, what time is it now? Even if you try a little harder, it's still a bit difficult to score over 500 points right away, isn't it? Have you seen that booklet? Last year, the admission score for the Traditional Chinese Medicine major at Zhejiang Medical College was 522. You're over 100 points short of that." Mo Xueyao couldn't help but put her hand on Zhou Yong's shoulder and shake it vigorously, seriously suspecting that this guy had lost his mind, or had suffered some huge blow or shock.

But Zhou Yong, who had been somewhat dejected just moments before, suddenly became as energetic as if he'd been injected with adrenaline: "There are still three months left, there's still time. Mo Xueyao, could you please tutor me? I... ah, I don't have any money..."

"What does that last sentence mean? I'm happy to tutor you if I have time... uh--or maybe I should just ask Xiaoxue?"

"No, Xiaoxue's thinking is too unpredictable. I can never understand her explanations of the problems she tells me."

"Before that, did you consider that your foundation might not be solid enough..." Mo Xueyao sighed. "Okay, okay, tell me how you are doing in each subject now?"

"Chinese, so-so, no problem. Math, often failing. History..." Zhou Yong rattled off his results for each subject.

Mo Xueyao nodded gently while tilting her ear: "Hmm, hmm, I see. Your math and English are terrible, but those are the subjects you should be able to catch up with the fastest. Next is geography, which you're not too good at either. Okay, anyway, you should first try to keep your scores in the other subjects from dropping, and then focus on studying these three subjects."

"Thank you, Mo Xueyao. Sometimes I really feel that you are even kinder than my mother!"

"Holy crap, am I that old?!"

"Well, I just feel like he's very kind and gentle..."

"What a strange metaphor! That's the kind of metaphor you'd use for a beautiful girl!" Mo Xueyao raised her eyebrows and shouted in dissatisfaction.

But perhaps that's really the case, which is why they took the initiative to find Mo Xueyao. Otherwise, why not find Li Wanyan, who actually has a higher teaching level?

……

(three)

Zhou Yong's high spirits made Mo Xueyao feel embarrassed to continue being so lazy.

This is the final sprint stage, and everyone is working hard. Although their reasons are different, they all ultimately want to fulfill their dreams.

After all, this is a major turning point that can change one's life.

Even so, Mo Xueyao was still very curious: "Before I give you a test to assess your performance, tell me why you suddenly want to work so hard. Is it a spur-of-the-moment decision or what? You're not just going to lose interest after a short while, are you? Maybe you won't want to work hard this afternoon or something?"

Zhou Yong scratched his cheek with his finger, a nose hair sticking out of his nostril swaying in the wind: "There was a girl, and I made a promise with her... uh, um..."

"Girl? With her? A promise?" Mo Xueyao had a whole bunch of questions popping into her head, and then she quickly remembered the person who often met with Zhou Yong.

"Her."

"Ah."

"But by the time you get accepted, she'll have already graduated, right?"

"With the same major, we can work in the same place in the future."

"Alright, kid, why didn't you try harder earlier?"

"I... I only recently..."

"You didn't just confess your feelings recently, did you?"

"Me? Ha, ha..."

Mo Xueyao covered her forehead, looking utterly defeated: "You're really something, I'm impressed. And why did you suddenly get this motivation?"

Zhou Yong rubbed his nose and plucked out a nose hair: "She promised she'd wait for me."

"It means—" Mo Xueyao's mind was exceptionally sharp at this moment, "She's gone?"

"……Um."

"No wonder—okay, leave it to me. I'll find a way to help you improve your grades, but you have to work hard yourself first. Also, if I spend extra time helping you improve your grades, I won't have time for other things. So from now on, you'll be in charge of my cleaning duties. And, um... you can get your lunch from the cafeteria, so I won't eat there anymore. That way, we can save some time."

"Okay! No problem!"

"Wait, there's something else. For example, you have to come to school early so you can have more time. Also, go to the band room at noon. I've given you special permission to study there, and Xiaoxue and I can teach you. Hmm, let me think..."

Zhou Yong looked at Mo Xueyao with tears in his eyes, then suddenly grabbed her hands and held them tightly.

"Hey, what are you doing?" If she didn't know he had a girlfriend, Mo Xueyao would have thought this guy was going to confess his feelings to her.

"My dear family!" he cried, wiping away his tears. "Mom!"

"Mom, my foot!"

……

Chapter 216 Hopefully, the Struggle Will Be Worth It

(One)

Giving others practice questions can actually be considered a form of review.

Mo Xueyao used three brand-new workbooks to create more than a dozen math, geography, and English questions of varying difficulty, mainly to test Zhou Yong's current grasp of the knowledge points.

The morning flew by, and Mo Xueyao, who had been trying her best not to get too tired, had a rare experience of 'struggle'.

The countdown on the blackboard constantly reminded the students that the college entrance examination was drawing ever closer.

Those who still had energy left began to grit their teeth and make a final sprint.

Sweat and toil of youth... Although it's not exercise, it's much more tiring than exercise.

"Zhou Yong, finish these questions before noon today, and then come with me to the band room at noon."

"understand!"

“…There’s no need to be so loud.” Mo Xueyao covered her forehead helplessly. “It’s like you’re on stimulants.”

"I have to maintain this state at all times!"

"Don't exhaust yourself in just a couple of days."

"I'll try my best to persevere!"

"Alright, alright, whatever you want." She waved her hand helplessly and gently rubbed her right hand, which was a little sore from writing too much in a short time.

Hua Yinyin blinked her big eyes and leaned closer: "Little Yaoyao, shall I rub your palms?"

"Oh, no need, I can do it myself."

"What's wrong with you today? Suddenly you felt like tutoring Zhou Yong's homework. Hey, you two didn't—"

"What are you thinking? Zhou Yong wants to catch up with his girlfriend, so he asked me to help him with his studies."

"Then, I also want Xiaoyaoyao's tutoring. I want to catch up with Xiaoyaoyao!"

"I'm not your girlfriend..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes listlessly.

……

(two)

Because it rained lightly in the morning, Monday's morning assembly was held in the classroom.

Sitting in their seats and listening to the radio is probably the thing that makes high school seniors happiest.

Because in this not-so-short period of time, a lot can be done.

Those who haven't finished their homework can catch up on it, and those who are sleepy from not sleeping well can lie down and rest.