A Young Woman's Heart

"Hehe, good brothers should help each other, right, Zhou Yong?" Mo Xueyao patted Zhou Yong's shoulder hard and laughed enthusiastically.

She definitely prefers other guys to treat her like a 'brother' and not to be distant just because they are of the opposite sex.

"Huh? Ah...yes, good brother." Zhou Yong nodded affirmatively. He felt as if he had inadvertently realized the fantasy he had when he first met Mo Xueyao—to get closer to her.

However, as time goes by, even though he is now very close to Mo Xueyao, he no longer harbors those past thoughts.

Or rather, it would be utterly disgusting to have any improper thoughts about one's own 'brothers'.

Compared to the others, she is definitely more suited to be a 'brother'.

Zhou Yong's spirits lifted once again.

"Huh? Hmm—" Wang Jiale tilted her head. She didn't dislike Zhou Yong. "Okay, then I'll sit across from Xiaoyao."

"Homework again today?"

"Yes, I simply don't have time to practice bass."

Zhou Yong looked up, glanced at Wang Jiale, and gave an awkward smile: "Um, sorry to bother you."

"It's okay, it's okay. By the way, Zhou Yong, is your English not good? I can tutor you! Humph, Xiao Yao and I aren't that far apart in English."

"Ah, that would be great, thank you."

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. You're much more polite than Liu Xiaowei."

These words made Zhou Yong a little embarrassed, because everyone knew that he and Liu Xiaowei were close friends who were also close buddies.

"He's just a bit of a jerk, but he's a really nice person."

“Yeah, I know.” Wang Jiale pouted. “He did save me from a pack of stray dogs last time, I know that, even though he’s really violent.”

"Haha, did he smash the dog again?"

"You've seen him before?"

Zhou Yong put down his pen and couldn't help but start talking: "The reason that kid was so mean to dogs is because there are a lot of these stray dogs in the area where he lived. When he was a kid, if there were too many of these dogs, they would bully the children, so he never liked dogs."

"Huh, is that so?"

"Yeah, and he's been bitten by a dog before, so he's pretty ruthless when dealing with vicious dogs, but he usually doesn't go looking for trouble with dogs, haha."

"Ah... I'm a little afraid of dogs I'm not familiar with." Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand. "I was bitten by a dog when I was little..."

Different people encounter different things, and that leads to different changes.

It's probably because Liu Xiaowei's living environment meant he had to rely on himself for many things, which is why he wasn't as afraid of dogs as Mo Xueyao.

……

(two)

Since the start of the new semester, the band room has become less and less lively, and most of the time it feels like a study room.

Occasionally, musical instruments would play, but everyone was already used to it and treated it as background music, which did not affect their learning at all.

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere of senior year, even Yu Shu's practice time has decreased, and she spends more time doing homework with everyone.

After finishing her homework, she would sometimes even look at the test papers that Mo Xueyao and the others had written.

In fact, by the second semester of the second year of high school, most courses have already ended, so there is no problem in starting the review phase ahead of time.

It's just that her studies are different from those of the humanities students because she's in a science class.

"Hmm..." Sometimes Yu Shu couldn't help but glance at the homework others were doing. Right now, Zhou Yong was sitting not far from her. She watched him for a while, then finally couldn't help but speak up, "Um..."

Zhou Yong bit the pen cap, looking like he was struggling.

“Um… Zhou Yong… senior.”

"Huh? Just call me Zhou Yong, haha." Zhou Yong chuckled dryly. "Sorry, I was doing some problems and didn't hear you. Is there something you need?"

"This problem isn't solved the way you did it. From the very beginning, your approach was wrong."

"what?"

"We should first..." Yu Shu finally explained her solution, and seemed much more at ease.

Mo Xueyao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but tease, "Oh dear, Zhou Yong, what's wrong with you? You can't even do such a basic question, and you have to be taught by your junior. You never paid attention in class before."

“There’s nothing I can do,” Zhou Yong said with a pained expression. “I just want to sleep as soon as I start math class. The more serious Ms. Jingdie is, the sleepier I get. I don’t know why.”

"I guess this can be considered a kind of rebellious mentality?" She sighed helplessly. "However, I have to say that Teacher Jingdie's lectures are indeed quite boring. If you don't know much to begin with, it's even harder to learn in that oppressive environment."

"Right, you understand me!"

"So now study hard. Oh, right, Yu Shu's solution is indeed the most standard, but the thought process can be simplified a bit more. There are techniques to solving problems. Sometimes you don't even need to read the whole question to write the answer. You need to learn to grasp the key points and not be misled by useless information. In fact, math problems sometimes deliberately mislead you, especially those who are half-understanding and half-understanding."

"It seems that anyone here can teach me a few problems," Zhou Yong remarked.

"That's more like saying your own level is really bad. Hmm, but your math skills are about the same as Lele's."

"Hey, Haruka! At least I can pass the test once in a while!"

"Hmm, I remember, the last time you passed the exam was during the final exam before winter break last year, right? Xiaoxue and I gave you a few days of intensive tutoring to help you get it done."

"Did that really happen? I don't remember it at all," Wang Jiale began to feign ignorance.

"Hey, Zhou Yong, how's your Chinese?" Hua Yinyin seemed to want to try her hand at being a teacher too.

"It's... alright, I guess? Anyway, it's not going to raise the score by much."

"Damn it, what about politics? What about history?"

"Is everything alright?"

"What about geography?"

"Ah, this won't do."

Hua Yinyin's eyes lit up: "Then I'll teach you this from now on!"

"Oh, really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Damn, I'm so lucky."

After listening for a while, Mo Zhuyou, who was sitting behind the drum set, said quietly, "I'm the only one who can't teach Zhou Yong anything..."

"Oh? Of course!" Zhou Yong quickly replied. "You can teach me how to play the drums!"

Mo Zhuyou raised two drumsticks: "Alright, I'll beat you to death right now!"

"cough……"

"Youyou, do you want to study with us? Otherwise, you won't be able to get into the same university as your sister."

"Hmm—I can't hold anyone back!"

As a result, the area in front of the large table, which was made up of several tables pushed together, suddenly became crowded.

Mr. Xue voluntarily moved aside and went to the corner of the classroom to play his suona.

That tune always sounds festive.

……

(three)

The half-closed door to the band room was pushed open again.

Jiang Yu Ruo tiptoed inside, while another short, chubby girl, Wu Shan Shan, stood nervously outside the door.

"Xiao—Yu—Shu—" she shouted in a whispered voice.

"Huh?" Yu Shu hurriedly looked towards the door.

Jiang Yuruo, who had beauty marks under both eyes, smiled broadly, but made no sound.

"Yu Shu, your friend is here." Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand and twirled the pen in her hand.

"Um... what's wrong... Ruoruo?" Yu Shu quickly stood up from her chair and walked to the door. "The seniors are all studying... don't be too noisy..."

"Oh!! No problem!" Jiang Yuru shouted loudly, and gave a salute. Wu Shanshan, who was standing next to her, quickly covered her mouth.

"Shh—" Wu Shanshan whispered anxiously.

After she released her hand from Jiang Yuruo's mouth, Jiang Yuruo lowered her voice again and said, "Come and meet the senior students!"

"Huh?"

"She insisted on coming, and I couldn't stop her..." Wu Shanshan said apologetically.

Yu Shu was quite understanding, or rather, very used to it.

Because Jiang Yu Ruo does many things without needing a reason.

It was probably just a whim.

"Can I sit next to the senior students and watch them?"

"This... I... I don't know either..."

"What's wrong, Yu Shu?" Mo Xueyao knew her best. Just by looking at her hands, which were nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, she knew that she had encountered something difficult.

"Hello! Senior Mo!" Jiang Yuruo greeted her formally, "May I come in for a visit?"

“This isn’t a museum.” Hua Yinyin said, resting her chin on her hand, just like Mo Xueyao.

"I'm not saying anything because I want to see!"

"No problem, come on in and have fun anytime." Wang Jiale loves lively atmospheres. "We can chat together too."

"Thank you!" Jiang Yu Ruo ran in quickly, looked around, and found an empty chair next to the whiteboard, but she did not sit at the table where Mo Xueyao and the others were sitting—or rather, she originally intended to sit there, but changed her mind after seeing Mr. Xue.

So everyone stared blankly at this oval-faced, single-eyelid girl who quickly moved a chair and sat down in front of Mr. Xue, staring at him without any shyness.

Mr. Xue, however, remained as strong-willed as ever, still smiling as he played the suona.

"It sounds great!"

"Is there any music you'd like to hear?" As if they had known each other for a long time, the two of them started chatting.

"No!" Jiang Yu Ruo's answer was also decisive.

"it is good."