A Young Woman's Heart

But what lay before me was a room that felt somewhat unfamiliar.

It's not a dormitory, it's my own home.

The starry sky pattern on the ceiling seemed to reflect slightly in the morning sunlight streaming through the window.

Just as she sat up, Li Wanyan also sat up, just like she did in the dormitory.

When I was there, I was even more eager to get up than at home, because if I got up late, I would have to fight with others for the tap, and there was no time to wash up.

"Ugh—I could actually sleep a little longer." Mo Xueyao stretched and tilted her head, resting half of her body on Li Wanyan's lap. "Anyway, we don't meet until nine o'clock."

"Now that you're awake, get up."

"Sigh—getting up so early is just for waiting around." Mo Xueyao lay back down, letting Li Wanyan get out of bed first.

However, once she got up, it seemed difficult for her to fall back asleep; her eyes were wide open, and her mind was exceptionally clear.

Even with the blanket over my head, I could still clearly feel the breath of the morning.

If I told her now that class was about to start, she would feel sleepy and want to go to sleep. But when she thought that there was still a long time before the meeting time, she was wide awake.

"Never mind, I'll get out of bed," she muttered, turning over and climbing out of bed. Li Wanyan was still washing up in the bathroom, while her mother was busy hanging clothes to dry on the balcony.

"Yaoyao, come here, hang your clothes up to dry, Mom will go make you breakfast." The mother's clothes were a little damp, and she was clipping a pair of pants to the clothes.

"Ugh..." Mo Xueyao, who had just gotten up, didn't want to do anything, but she could only walk over helplessly. "So many clothes..."

“I soaked all the clothes you wore last night. When we were in school, we were so busy that we couldn’t wash them properly. Yan Yan’s clothes are okay, but yours, look, look at yourself, the yellow stains on the cuffs haven’t come off and now they can’t be washed off.”

"Cough cough!" Mo Xueyao coughed twice, protesting weakly, "I'm already being kind enough to wash away the stench, okay..."

"Is your standard so low? Okay, come on, hang it out to dry, make sure it's flat, don't let it hang out all wrinkled." The mother handed over the clothes hanger and hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Every morning, she was always this busy.

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(two)

Sunlight streamed unhindered into the room from outside the window, making Mo Xueyao's slender arms appear radiantly white.

A sparrow perched on the clothesline, tilting its head to look into her blue eyes. Only after Mo Xueyao hung up the clothes did it chirp and fly away.

Across the narrow road, on the rooftops of the farmers' houses, the pigeons kept there are circling in the sky. They can be seen coming out to roam around every morning and afternoon.

The white wings fluttered beautifully in the sunlight, but if those feathers drifted into the house, or if they left droppings on your clothes, you would want to catch them and throw them into a pot to cook.

"One yuan, everything for one yuan, one yuan, everything for one yuan!" The loudspeaker of the one-yuan store downstairs kept repeating the shouts.

It was still early, most shops had not yet opened, and the breakfast shops were not as busy as on weekdays. The owners seemed much more relaxed than usual.

"Whoosh—" Mo Xueyao shook the clothes to make them look neater before hanging them on the hanger.

Before long, the balcony was covered with clothes.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but admire her mother; she actually managed to take out all the clothes and wash them all. If it were her, she would at most pick out a few pieces that weren't clean and wash them...

You know, just hanging the clothes out to dry made her sweat profusely.

Not to mention washing it clean.

……

(three)

Although I had been living away from home for a month, after sleeping at home for a while, I felt like life had returned to normal.

Excitement, thrill, or a desire to talk to your parents more?

These emotions only arise in the first few hours after arriving home.

And now, it's already the second day.

Mo Xueyao wasn't wearing her school uniform today. Instead, she wore the hoodie that everyone had bought together at the supermarket entrance last time, which had a design she had drawn herself on it.

Instead of wearing a skirt, she wore denim shorts, which were actually shorter than a skirt, but gave people a sense of security.

"Mom, I'm going out!"

"Where are you going to play?" the mother asked without looking up, still bent over mopping the floor.

Mo Xueyao bent down and put on her canvas shoes, then slung her violin case over her shoulder, saying, "It's time for the band's performance!"

"The college entrance exam is coming up soon, and you're still going to participate in these entertainment activities. Can't you just focus on your studies?"

"I know, I know—there's nothing more!"

"Study hard and don't be arrogant. If you go out to play, have fun and come back early. It's dangerous for the two of you girls to walk alone at night."

"Okay—" Mo Xueyao drawled impatiently, then darted briskly to the stairwell. "Wanyan, hurry up, let's go!"

……

(four)

Today is Saturday. Since the senior high school students just returned yesterday, they don't need to come to school today and can enjoy a two-day holiday at home.

Taking this opportunity, the school also held its first e-sports competition for high school and university students in the city.

The game is a chaotic free-for-all in the rain.

All participants will receive an authentic copy of the Rain Sky Brawl cartridge, so as long as they have a Little Tyrant learning machine, they can play without going to an arcade.

In those days, computers were very expensive, but the price of the Subor learning machine was affordable for many families.

If you only look from the outside in, it doesn't seem particularly lively; there are just a few students walking into the school.

But if you come to the multimedia classroom, you will find it already bustling with activity. Half of the chairs are occupied, several teachers acting as staff are busy setting up the equipment, and several game consoles have been moved from other places and placed under the stage.

The reason it hasn't been uploaded yet is because there's an opening band performance.

The Rain Sky Band wasn't the main act this time; they were just there to warm up the crowd at the opening.

The real protagonists are the students who participated in the competition.

"There aren't many people backstage." Hua Yinyin, carrying her pipa, walked in first. This place was already very familiar to her.

"Well, since this isn't a performance, the participants only need to enter from the front." The answer came from a high school girl who was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, looking a little unsure of herself.

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao blinked, quite surprised. "Isn't Shen Kelin hosting this time?"

"Oh? Senior Shen has already stepped down. I'm the new host." The still slightly green girl looked at Mo Xueyao with a confident and poised demeanor. "Hello, seniors~"

"Oh, did you cancel it?"

"Well, the college entrance exam is coming up soon, it's impossible for me to continue hosting, right?"

"Too……"

“Hmm, I heard that in other schools, the handover is done as soon as the senior year arrives.” Wang Jiale hugged his bass guitar to his chest. “It’s rather strange that our school is taking so long to hand over the duties.”

"Oh—the handover was done before the school trip, right?"

"right."

"Have you gotten used to it yet?"

"Almost there." The first-year high school girl stuck out her pink tongue. She didn't look as mature as Shen Kelin; she looked more refreshing and playful. "Of course, I still can't compare to my senior for now."

"Judging from your accent, are you from Taiwan?" Mo Zhuyou blinked curiously and pushed her drum kit forward.

"Huh? You can tell? I thought my accent was perfect."

"It is relatively standard," Mo Xueyao commented frankly, "but the difference is still quite obvious."

"Is that so? My dad came to the mainland to do business, and I came with him. I've been studying here since middle school."

"Which side is more developed?" Mo Xueyao was very curious about this question.

"Um... this way, I guess?" The other person's eyes darted around, and their answer seemed somewhat insincere.

Just as Wang Jiale was about to ask a few questions, Hua Yinyin immediately dragged him away: "Alright, alright, we're about to go on stage. Let's bring our instruments up and get ready to perform!"

"Wait a minute, why isn't Yu Shu here?" Mo Xueyao called out to Hua Yinyin as soon as she stepped onto the stage, as if she had just remembered something.

"Uh, um... cough... well..."

"You haven't forgotten again, have you?" Wang Jiale hugged Hua Yinyin tightly from behind, rubbing her little face vigorously. "Yinyin—ah—!"

"Oh dear..."

"It's probably too late to call her now."

"In such a rush, there's definitely no time."

"Well, then there's nothing we can do about it."

"How dare you say that? Whose fault is it anyway?!"

"Damn it! Xiaoyaoyao lives right next to Shuer, why couldn't you have notified her? You could have just called her when you came out in the morning!"

"Uh..." Mo Xueyao was speechless for a moment, and could only give Hua Yinyin a hard tap on the forehead, "Don't try to shirk responsibility for not notifying her!"

"Waaaaah—Little Yaoyao bullied me—"

Mr. Xue interrupted their playful banter: "It's alright, then let's have five people."

"You'll feel a little lost without one instrument."

"There were only five of us before, so there shouldn't have been any problems, right?" Hua Yinyin puffed out her chest. "I'm here for you!"

Mo Xueyao ignored her completely, unfolded the piano stand, and placed the electronic keyboard on it.

"The sound system, the sound system, where's the sound system...?"

"Over there," Mo Xueyao pointed to the location for Wang Jiale.

"Hmm—is it okay if I put my drum set here?" Mo Zhuyou took her drum set out of the case and assembled it one by one. "Or should I put it a little further back?"

"Should we move a little further forward, and then a little to the left?" Mo Xueyao observed from her position.

"No, no, move it a little to the right. If it's on the left, it'll be too far away from everyone." Hua Yinyin put the pipa on the chair, ran to the front and looked around. "Xiao Yaoyao, move your keyboard a little to the right. It's too close. We can't see Youyou to begin with, and now it'll completely block her out."

"so?"

"Yes, that's it!"

When it comes to serious matters, Hua Yinyin does have some of the qualities of a team leader.

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