A Young Woman's Heart

"Since everyone gets a tray anyway, why don't we all just choose for ourselves?"

"That makes sense—"

Mo Zhuyou immediately grabbed her sister's hand and clung to her: "Then I'll choose the template that can hold the most photos!"

"Not a single bit is wasted..."

"Pfft, I'll take this one." Mo Xiaoxiao gently tossed her hair, choosing a particularly flashy collage template with photos of all different sizes, only able to fit five in total.

"Yinyin, help me choose..." Mo Xueyao really didn't want to get close. The screen was so small, and a group of people were huddled together, face to face. Even Mr. Xue had gone over. Didn't they feel hot?

"Where is Wanyan?" Hua Yinyin hadn't forgotten her.

"You choose."

"Alright, leave it to me!"

After selecting a template, you can take photos. The upper right corner displays the maximum number of photos that can be taken with the selected template.

There are a total of seventy-two images—a significant portion of which are the Mozhuyou template, which can hold a large number of photos.

……

(two)

"Come on, let's start taking pictures! Shall we take a few together first? There seem to be a lot of people..."

The camera couldn't capture everyone's face completely; those standing on the edge could only be half-framed.

"How about we take turns? The person in the middle can wait to move to the side, and then the person next to them can come in and take pictures?" Mo Zhuyou suggested a good idea.

"Yes—that's it!"

"Um... can you add bunny ears to my head?" Yu Shu asked softly, referring to the decoration process after the photo was taken.

Hua Yinyin was the one who did all the work, so she naturally had no objections: "No problem! Does anyone else want to add decorations?"

"Adding so many decorations makes the already cramped photos even more messy," Mo Xueyao said with a hint of helplessness.

"It's better if it's lively!"

"It's so colorful, it reminds me of the floral cotton-padded jackets that old ladies wear during Chinese New Year..."

"It's not that old-fashioned!"

"It's just that you don't think it's tacky now, okay?"

……

(three)

We took a few group photos, and then everyone took photos separately, sometimes in groups of three, sometimes in groups of five, and sometimes in groups of two.

Unsurprisingly, Mo Xueyao was the one who was dragged over to take photos the most times, followed by Yu Shu—the latter was probably taken care of by everyone, since she wasn't like Hua Yinyin who would actively come over to be in the picture.

"Little Yaoyao, you always make bunny ears in your photos. Can't you be a little more creative?"

"Then what should we compare?"

Wang Jiale seemed to have more experience: "Could you strike a cool pose? I feel like that would suit Xiaoyao better?"

"Ugh... how do I have to be cool?" Mo Xueyao muttered, raising her middle finger. "Like this?"

"That's not about being handsome at all. Look more alert, then stretch your arm forward, yes, that's it, okay, then I'll hug Xiaoyao's arm~"

"Is this your real purpose?"

"Oink!" Hua Yinyin pretended to bite down, and at that moment, Mo Zhuyou quickly pressed the shutter button.

A slightly blurry, funny photo was captured in a flash.

It took quite a bit of time to take all seventy photos.

After that, you need to choose which photos to put into which templates.

"Ah, I want this one! Wanyan is secretly smiling in this one!"

I want this one!

"What are you doing? You're not even in the shot."

"That photo of Wanyan secretly laughing is a collector's item!" Hua Yinyin retorted, not to be outdone.

"No, no, you get the other one. I want this one. This one has to be in my template!" Mo Xueyao grabbed Hua Yinyin's head with her arm. "Otherwise, you're as good as dead—"

"Ugh... Damn it, Yao Yao is trying to suffocate me with her chest, but that's impossible—"

"...Only you could do something like that, right?"

……

(four)

The machine made a 'swish swish' printing sound, and one after another brand new, still warm photos were printed and then slowly emerged from the paper outlet.

Each set contains several photos. You can simply tear them off and stick them wherever you want, or you can leave them as is and just tuck them into a book for safekeeping.

However, photo booth pictures are consumables, unlike laminated photos which can be stored for a long time. If they turn yellow after a few years, it's a waste. It's better to put them up and enjoy them a few more times before that happens.

"This one is Xiaoyao's, this one is Lele's, and this one is mine..." Mo Zhuyou couldn't wait to distribute the photos. Everyone received one, and they were all excited and thrilled.

This feels completely different from what I just saw on the screen—after all, I'm actually holding it in my hands now.

As soon as he got his hands on it, Wang Jiale couldn't wait to tear off a sheet and stick it on the back of his phone.

It was a group photo of her, Hua Yinyin, and Mo Xueyao. She was standing in the middle, while the other two stood on either side.

Hua Yinyin with her cheeks puffed out, Mo Xueyao with her lips pouting as if she were forced to work, and Wang Jiale herself making two "V" signs.

"Ah, I want to stick one too!" Mo Xueyao took out her pink flip phone from her pocket, picked out a photo of herself and Li Wanyan, and stuck it on the flip cover.

That's how photo booth pictures are used—you stick them on anything you like to double the enjoyment.

"Little Yaoyao, are you getting more and more phone charms?"

"Really?" Mo Xueyao shook her phone, and the pendant rattled along with it.

“Yes—” Hua Yinyin nodded seriously.

Yu Shu, who was standing next to her, took out her own mobile phone with a cylindrical antenna and stuck a photo on the back of it. It was a group photo of the six members of the band.

However, because it's shrunk so much, it's actually not very clear.

"Speaking of which, can we go out first? We're suffocating in here..." Mo Zhuyou hung her hands at her sides, looking like a wilted scallion.

……

(Fives)

The group had been fussing inside for far too long, and by the time they came out, the sun had completely set, and night had completely enveloped the city.

As dusk settled, the streetlights came on, and the cars that drove by all turned on their headlights.

A few bright stars dotted the night sky, and the dim streetlights stretched into the distance, illuminating the road ahead along with the stars.

"Hey, I accidentally played until so late, what time is it?"

"Six forty." Mr. Xue grabbed Mo Xueyao's wrist and glanced at the time.

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at him, then turned her wrist over and glanced at it: "It's so late. Are you sure you still want to go back to school today?"

"Phew—let's just leave the stuff at our off-campus base! Then Xiaoyao can take it to school later?"

"Why me again...?"

"After all, you live the closest, right?"

"Alright alright."

"Then, remember to meet at the off-campus base at 3 PM tomorrow!" Hua Yinyin waved vigorously, picked up her things, and ran towards the station. "My bus is here, I'm off!"

"Bye-Bye!"

"Bye-bye..." Yu Shu waved gently along with everyone else.

"Then I don't need to bring my drum set. I can just leave it at the base. That's what we usually do anyway." Mo Zhuyou clapped her hands, looking relaxed.

"Well then, everyone go home?" Wang Jiale said, one hand in his pocket, swaying from side to side like seaweed. "Bye-bye?"

"Okay! See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow." Mo Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded. She had brought her bicycle, which was parked at the supermarket entrance. Now she got on the bike, picked up her younger sister, and rode towards the end of the streetlights.

"Xiaoxue? You went back too, right?"

"I'm going to Gao Yuan's house to spend the night."

"what?"

"Hehe, he invited me."

"Okay, okay, are you riding in the same car as us?"

“No.” He shook his head. “I’ll take a taxi.”

"Wow, that's so extravagant... Well, let's go to the station and wait for the train then, bye-bye!!"

"bye."

……

(six)

The remaining Wang Jiale, Mo Xueyao, Li Wanyan, and Yu Shu all rode in the same car.

—Needless to say, the three behind them, Wang Jiale only traveled a few stops further than them, not far apart, and could chat for a while longer on the way.

It was around this time of day when many office workers were leaving get off work, and the bus was a bit crowded.

Mo Xueyao finally managed to snag a window seat, which she then gave to Yu Shu.

Yu Shu also offered to let everyone put the bags on her lap so that they wouldn't get too tired from carrying them.

The carriage swayed and rattled, filled with the smell of sweat mixed with the stench of feet. The three people standing were pressed close to Yu Shu, mainly because the window was open, allowing them to breathe some fresh air.

"Eek—I'm so tired today, even though I didn't do much shopping!" Wang Jiale stood on tiptoe, gripping the handrail with some difficulty, swaying back and forth with the carriage.

"They've accomplished quite a bit."