A Young Woman's Heart

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(four)

The school was as quiet as ever in the early morning. Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan didn't have to go to class; they could study quietly in the band room.

Although Yu Shu arrived early, it wasn't time for the handover yet; she had simply come a little ahead of schedule. So, she followed Mo Xueyao and the others to the band classroom.

"Huh, didn't you lock the door last night?" Mo Xueyao looked at Yu Shu in confusion.

"Huh? I don't know... I locked it when I left..."

"Who went in again? Hmm... it might be Yinyin. She didn't seem to come out with us." Mo Xueyao muttered in confusion, pushed open the door and went in. She saw two girls curled up on the foam mat in the corner of the classroom, fast asleep, with drool dripping from their mouths.

"Yin... Yin Yin? Spending the night at school again? Oh, and this time you even brought a sleeping bag..." Mo Xueyao pinched her cheek, and the feel was surprisingly good, making Yi unable to resist pinching it a few more times. "Hey, wake up? Is the sun already high in the sky?"

"What's wrong... I just wanted to sleep in a little longer while I stayed overnight at school..."

"Pfft... You're really something."

"Hey, Ruoruo's here too?" Yu Shu's mouth dropped open. She remembered that Ruoruo had somewhere to go yesterday, but she didn't expect that she would end up spending the night at school.

Is spending the night at school really that fun?

"Hmm...it feels like camping."

"You're just a little kid."

"What's wrong... Little Yaoyao, do you want to stay overnight together next time?"

"I don't want to catch a cold, get a fever, and have menstrual cramps." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, picked up the teapot on the table, and planned to fill it with tap water to boil for tea.

"Good morning..." Jiang Yuru rubbed her sleepy eyes, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with Hua Yinyin's hair, turned over and went back to sleep.

She doesn't have to go to class today, so she can sleep in as late as she wants.

"It's hopeless." Mo Xueyao shook her head, picked up the teapot, and walked out of the band room.

Li Wanyan sat down at the table and took out her book to do her homework.

—It wasn't assigned by the teacher, but by herself.

Sometimes she would give each other quizzes with Cha Li, Xuan Anyi, and a few other girls who were relatively close to her, and then they would check the answers together afterward.

Of course, she studies alone most of the time.

The loneliness and solitude of studying seemed to be non-existent for her.

It's as if as long as you're immersed in the ocean of learning, you'll never feel bored.

Mo Xueyao, having filled the teapot with water, returned to the classroom. Yu Shu was putting down her schoolbag and taking out her weekend homework. Since there was still time, she quickly wrote down a few questions.

"Yu Shu, your draft notebook fell on the floor."

"Eh!?" Yu Shu looked a little excited. She hurriedly picked up the draft notebook from the ground and stuffed it back into her schoolbag.

It's like there's a love letter hidden in a hidden compartment.

Mo Xueyao glanced at her curiously a few more times, but fortunately she wasn't Hua Yinyin, and wouldn't pry into things she was curious about.

However, if Yu Shu has someone she likes, who would it be?

It's also possible that someone else sent her a love letter?

Mo Xueyao scratched her chin: "Yu Shu, what kind of boy do you like?"

"Hmm...?" The response was surprisingly calm.

"Yaoyao's even gossiping about things like this now," Li Wanyan glanced at her sideways.

"Ahem...no, I was just...in a moment of curiosity!" Mo Xueyao quickly waved her hand. "I'm not like Lele who likes to gossip about others!"

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Chapter 224 Saturday School Routine

(One)

Saturday, September 2002, 4.

More and more students gradually appeared at the school gate, and the noise attracted a row of sparrows perched on the telephone pole, tilting their heads to watch.

Hua Yinyin still showed no intention of getting up; instead, she turned over and hugged Jiang Yuruo beside her.

Jiang Yuruo opened her big, round eyes, which, though single-lidded, were still bright and round. The beauty marks under her eyes were like the cleanest embellishment in a pure white painting.

"Yinyin is hopeless, she actually went after her junior." Mo Xueyao covered her forehead, her tone mocking.

"Good morning! Okay!" Wang Jiale slammed open the door, still clutching a half-eaten cake in her hand, with bits of white cream smeared on her lips and around her mouth. "Um, Xiaoyao, what are you looking at?"

"Look at Yin Yin." Mo Xueyao looked like she couldn't bear to look anymore.

"Yinyin?" Wang Jiale, clutching the cake, took a few hesitant steps forward. "Huh? Is she spending the night at school again?"

“That’s right, you guessed it.” Mo Xueyao snapped her fingers silently. “She even brought a sleeping bag.”

"Sleeping so soundly... and even hugging Shuer's classmate?"

Jiang Yuruo seemed to have fully regained consciousness. She turned her head to look at Hua Yinyin, who was clinging to her like an octopus, and slowly turned around to hug her back.

They're hugging each other now.

She took a deep breath, seemingly finding it quite comfortable, and then closed her eyes, which she had just opened.

Hua Yinyin didn't react much, continuing to breathe evenly and occasionally letting out a silly laugh, probably having some sweet dream.

"They still can't pay up?" Wang Jiale leaned leisurely against the table, took out his water cup, poured a cup of hot water, blew on it gently before taking a sip, "Phew, class will start in twenty minutes."

Mo Xueyao raised her hand, pulled up her sleeve to reveal her fair wrist, and glanced at the time on her watch: "Hmm—it should be time for morning reading now."

“The English and Chinese class representatives are both here, so we can’t do morning reading.” Wang Jiale stuck out her small, red tongue and gently licked the cream off her lips. “Anyway, it’s Saturday, so it’s okay if we don’t do morning reading.”

"Hey, good morning, everyone's gathered here?" Mr. Xue, who always arrives late on Saturdays, walked in with a slight limp, carrying a large plastic bottle commonly used by construction workers in one hand and a breakfast bag in the other.

"Ah... Xiaoxue?" Mo Xueyao leaned her back against Li Wanyan. "Uh... are you wearing the wrong shoes?"

Everyone's attention was drawn to her words, and they couldn't help but look down at Mr. Xue's feet.

Sure enough, his left and right shoes were not only different colors, but also different styles. One was a sneaker with laces, and the other was a canvas shoe without laces.

"Oh!" Mr. Xue stroked his chin. "I was wondering why the road felt so uneven all day."

"You walked such a long way and didn't even notice?" Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand, a little bit of her cheek flesh peeking out from between her fingers. "What were you thinking about so intently?"

"Thinking about what lies beyond the universe."

"Mmm...mmm...cute girl..." Hua Yinyin smacked her lips, smearing her saliva on Jiang Yuruo's neck.

"Yinyin—wake up—you'll really be late if you don't get up!" Mo Xueyao finally couldn't help but shake her body, waking her from her wonderful dream.

"Mmm... What's wrong... I dreamt I was lying on a cake and taking a bath with several cute girls..."

"What kind of person would have such a dream..." She pinched Hua Yinyin's cheek. "Get up quickly, or it will be even more troublesome when Awen comes to ask about it."

"Okay, get up!"

"They really are a real headache." Mo Xueyao sighed, hands on her hips, like an older sister.

Wang Jiale, who was standing next to her, froze for a few seconds, then suddenly covered her mouth, almost spitting out the cake: "Pfft... Xiaoyao, you... you shouldn't be saying that, right? It sounds like the class monitor's inner monologue!"

"Huh? What's wrong!"

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(two)

Hua Yinyin was very well prepared for this overnight stay at school. She brought a toothbrush, a cup, a towel, and even a spare pair of long socks.

As for the one she wore yesterday, she put it in a plastic bag and stuffed it into her schoolbag.

"Someone might go through my bag today," Hua Yinyin winked at Mo Xueyao, as if hinting at something.

Why are you going through your bag?

"Because I've worn some of them..."

"Hey, who has such a perverse sense of humor? No, this isn't just perverse humor, it's downright weird!" Mo Xueyao glared at Hua Yinyin. "Why are you looking at me like that? I have absolutely no interest in you. If you really had any ideas, why didn't you use your own?"

"Hmph... Little Yaoyao has absolutely no romance." Hua Yinyin pouted. "Is your life really that boring?"

"Is your life too 'interesting'?" Mo Xueyao deliberately emphasized the word "interesting".

"Is exchanging worn socks a way for upperclassmen to express friendship?" Jiang Yu nodded as if she understood, then looked at Yu Shu, "Yu Shu, you want me to wear them..."

"Cough cough cough cough! Don't let Yinyin lead you astray! That kind of thing doesn't exist at all!" Mo Xueyao shouted, interrupting her. "Yinyin, look, you've corrupted your junior!"

"Hmph, what's wrong with girls getting along well?" Hua Yinyin tilted her head up.

Wang Jiale put down her water cup and walked to the classroom door: "Okay, okay, Yinyin, we have to go to class."

"Damn it, there's always a day when I have to get into the top 10 in the whole grade..."

"You said the same thing last time."

"I'll definitely get in next time!"

"Then next time is definitely next time." Mo Xueyao waved her hand, watched Hua Yinyin run out of the classroom with Wang Jiale, and listened to the sound of their footsteps on the steps gradually fading away before letting out a long sigh of relief, "Phew, finally some peace and quiet."

"Um, Ruoruo? Would you like to come with me to the classroom to participate in the handover of the class on duty for the week?" Yu Shu looked at Jiang Yuruo and asked softly.

"Hmm—!" Jiang Yuruo drawled out the sound, then nodded heavily.

Suddenly, only Mo Xueyao, Li Wanyan, and Mr. Xue remained in the band room.

The noise in the main teaching building seemed to have subsided considerably, and as the bell rang, the school once again fell into a quiet atmosphere of learning.

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(three)

Mo Xueyao was doing her homework, but it wasn't the homework assigned by the teacher; it was an extracurricular exercise book that she had bought herself from the bookstore.

All the questions above are from past college entrance examinations, as well as variations of various questions with a relatively high error rate.

Of course, the most interesting ones are the highly difficult ones.