A Young Woman's Heart

Since it was obvious that no parents would be able to attend Li Wanyan's event, she said to the two parents, "Would you mind coming up and sharing your usual parenting experiences with the other parents? So that everyone can learn from you."

“Okay.” Mr. Xue’s father nodded.

This was the first time Mo Xueyao's mother, who had little education, had encountered something like this, so she was inevitably a little nervous.

After all, Mo Xueyao's grades did get better and better in junior high school, but she was still only in the top ten of the class, and her parents didn't get a chance to speak to her.

She's now in third place, and since the parents of the first-place winner, Li Wanyan, aren't present, she got a chance to speak as a parent.

It was somewhat unexpected.

"Okay." But since the teacher had invited her, she felt embarrassed to refuse and could only bite the bullet and agree.

"First, let's welcome Mr. Xue's father. Hello, Mr. Xue..." Ye Wen couldn't help but laugh as she said this. "Well, the first 'Mr' was for your son, and the second 'Mr' is your respectful title for you."

“I understand, I understand.” Mr. Xue’s father smiled knowingly. “He is Mr. Xue, and I am Mr. Xue, haha.”

"Okay, then please share your insights on education."

"it is good."

Ye Wen stepped aside at the opportune moment.

"Actually, there's no special educational method. In short, I encourage his interests and don't push him too hard. I just let him complete his tasks on his own." Mr. Xue's father paused. "Because I'm an engineer at a power plant, he's very interested in science, which I think is great. So I've been cultivating his interest since he was little. But one thing can't change: he has to finish his tasks first before he can do what he's interested in. When he's playing, he should play properly, and when he's doing something, he should do it properly. That's about it."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Wen, asking with his eyes whether he could go down now.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Xue's father!" Ye Wen clapped her hands. "Now, let's invite the mother of Mo Xueyao, who ranks third in the class, ninth in the whole grade, and excels in all subjects, to share her educational insights."

"This prefix is ​​way too long!" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"This is a compliment." Li Wanyan and Mo Xueyao leaned their shoulders together.

The mother quietly took a deep breath, walked to the podium, and after a moment of preparation, calmly said, "Actually, I've always been quite strict with our daughter. With my encouragement, she's developed the good habit of finishing her homework as soon as she gets home. Then I also supervise her reviewing and previewing. Although I don't know much myself, I still watch her do it. It's not just about supervision, but also about companionship. After all, children can feel lonely too. And my daughter never does anything meaningless. She never plays games or watches TV much. She's always been very well-behaved..."

Mo Xueyao's expression became increasingly strange as her mother spoke.

After listening to her mother's words, she began to doubt whether the "well-behaved and sensible" daughter was really herself.

That's such a lie to say you never play games!

She plays almost every holiday when she's at home!

And what kind of supervision or oversight is that? It doesn't even exist!

Mingming had already finished her homework by the time her mother came home.

Moreover, most of the homework is done at school, just so that it can be easier when I go home.

A truly good student isn't the kind who throws themselves into studying to the point where their life revolves solely around academics!

The students who truly know how to learn and love learning are actually the ones who are best at being lazy.

It's not the kind of laziness where you do nothing, but rather a technique for 'lazy' by allocating time reasonably.

After she finished speaking, everyone else looked at her with admiration.

Wang Jiale's mother also said with great envy, "Sigh, your daughter is really outstanding, much more outstanding than my daughter—talk to your daughter and encourage my daughter more, okay?"

“Of course, that’s no problem, but you can also talk to her directly.” The mother pointed to Mo Xueyao standing in the corridor outside the window. “She’s right there.”

"Indeed, she looks very well-behaved, unlike my Lele, who is always jumping around and never behaves properly, and is not steady at all."

"No, no, actually my daughter can be quite naughty sometimes," the mother said with a smile.

"Sigh, you're being modest again. I wish I had a daughter like yours!"

Mo Xueyao couldn't listen anymore.

"Let's go, Wanyan, let's go home first. The parent-teacher meeting will probably continue for a while, and the teachers of each subject will speak later."

"Hmm... I'll go talk to Wenwen about it."

"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll wait for you at the convenience store near the school gate, I don't know if it's closed yet... I was thinking of buying some stationery..."

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Chapter 124 A Letter to Morning Star

Dear Morning Star:

Actually, I had already drafted this letter several times before writing it to you.

I wasn't very satisfied with the first few submissions.

It either feels unfamiliar or the writing is stiff.

Please forgive me for not being very good at English, after all, I am only a first-year high school student.

Hmm... I have an English dictionary right now, and if I don't know how to spell something, I'll look it up in the dictionary.

Of course, there may still be issues with the expression not being clear enough, please forgive me.

When I first saw your signature, I thought it sounded nice and looked nice.

Yes, it looks good.

Every time I see it, I feel like I'm standing under a slightly brightened sky, seeing those few sparse stars.

As the stars fade into the night, the vibrant new sun will rise.

Just like my life right now.

Having gone through some things, it feels like I've been reborn.

Ok……

I started writing it in a rather formal way, but I think it might be better to relax a bit?

Haha, I don't know what English modifier to use to describe my anticipation and excitement right now. Anyway, although the letter has only just begun to be written, I'm already looking forward to you receiving it soon.

My English teacher said that we are believers.

But you could say we're pen pals, right?

Of course, calling him a believer would be more direct.

Oh, right, I've been talking to myself the whole time, and I haven't even had a chance to introduce myself yet!

I gave myself a nickname, 'Glimmer'.

This is the first nickname I gave myself. Actually, it was inspired by your nickname. Doesn't it feel like we're on the same wavelength?

I was born in Hangzhou, China, but my ancestors came from a faraway place.

Although I am no different from an ordinary Chinese person now, my great-grandfather was a true Soviet citizen.

However, he stayed here later because of some things.

I saw him a few times when I was a child, but I haven't seen him since. I heard he's in good health, so maybe our whole family will go see him this year.

You know, Morning Star, when I heard you were Russian, I felt a bond connecting us.

Although I have never been there, I have a strange sense of nostalgia for it.

Is this feeling for one's hometown deeply ingrained in one's genes?

If I had the chance, I would really like to go there and see it.

Moscow, in particular, is like a sacred place to me.

Oh, and I especially like Soviet weapons because they are always simple, brutal, and effective.

Soviet music is also very good; it has a kind of tenderness that comes from a tough guy.

Hmm—I've gone off-topic again, but writing a letter is like chatting, so I should be able to just write whatever comes to mind, right?

But let's get back to the topic we were just discussing.

I'm a high school freshman now, only sixteen years old, five years younger than you. You should be in college or have just graduated, right?

Is university life easier or harder than high school?

In short, I think my life as a first-year high school student is quite comfortable.

I'm neither too idle nor too busy; every day is fulfilling, and I've made many new friends. But the thought of us all having to part ways in three years makes me inexplicably melancholy.

I miss my best friends from junior high, but for some reason, I can't meet them now.

Fortunately, I'm in high school now, so I haven't seen any of my old junior high classmates yet. But even if I did, I would just have to avoid them.

Um, by the way, do you like wearing skirts, Chenxing? Do you wear skirts all year round?

I don't really like wearing skirts, but unfortunately, our school uniform is a skirt, so I have to wear it to class even if I don't want to.

Because it feels cool to wear, and unlike pants, it doesn't cover you up completely, which makes you feel insecure.

The city where I live has only just entered winter.

But I was already feeling a bit cold—even though I have some Soviet blood.

Although I'm afraid of the cold, I still love watching the snow.

Look at the white snow fluttering down, covering the entire city in a layer of silver.

Unfortunately, the city I live in is too far south, so it rarely snows heavily.

Even if it snows, it will only be a light snowfall or sleet.

The snow melted in just a few days, which wasn't enough.

What do you think is the most comfortable thing to do in winter?

I imagine it would be like this: it's snowing heavily outside, while I'm sitting at home, ideally with a fireplace to warm myself by.

Water placed next to the fireplace won't cool down easily, and you can throw in a few sweet potatoes to stave off hunger.

If you're bored, you can cuddle and pet the cat, or leisurely read a book next to it.