A Young Woman's Heart

"Making chairs?"

“Yes, the bare shell of the simple house, that is, the sheet metal frame, will be completed by the workers my father found, but the interior decoration and furniture are still to be designed by us. So I thought it would be more meaningful for us to make the furniture ourselves.” Gao Yuan’s words were very profound, quite different from his usual self.

"Wow, that's impressive, isn't it?" Zhou Yong teased. "Really? But can you even finish making all that furniture yourself?"

"It's just hammering nails, I think it's fine, at least for small pieces of furniture."

"If there's no problem, why don't you make a sofa and see how it goes?"

"Damn it! You little brat, are you trying to sabotage me?" Gao Yuan rolled her eyes at him.

"Do you need a sofa designed? I can help." Mo Xueyao raised her hand. "I happen to have some free time."

"I can help too, although the design might not be very accurate," Mo Xiaoxiao added.

As they were talking, Qiu Yi's phone rang. He walked to the window and answered it: "Hello? What is it? Oh? Is that so? So arrogant? Using a gun to torture us? That won't do. Wait, I'm coming right away!"

This sounds like a very dangerous thing. Why are they even using handguns?

But Mo Xueyao immediately realized that they were probably talking about the game.

It's that latest 3D shooting game CS; its exquisite graphics are something only computer gamers can enjoy.

"I really hope I can play such good games on a game console someday," Mo Xueyao thought to herself—even though she couldn't afford a game console.

"Ahem, I have something urgent to attend to and need to go out for a bit. Your club president will arrange today's lunch activities." With that, Ms. Qiu hurriedly ran out, leaving the students looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Cough cough!" Gao Yuan coughed, clearly knowing what Qiu Yi was up to.

"Actually, there aren't any particularly important activities at noon today, but there's one thing we need to work on gradually." Gao Yuan walked to the small whiteboard at the front of the club and wrote his crooked, dog-scratching handwriting on it.

If you disregard the font, it does have a certain president-like quality.

"Everyone is welcome to discuss and share what furniture we need," Gao Yuan said, drawing a rough sketch of a simple house on the whiteboard.

But Mo Xueyao couldn't stand it anymore, because the drawing was just too crooked and messy.

“I’ll do it!” She stepped forward, erased the pattern Gao Yuan had drawn with the whiteboard eraser, and then drew a simple 3D model according to the final design.

"Gao Yuan, your skill level is far inferior to Mo Xueyao's," Zhou Yong teased.

"Why do I smell a stench of dog's lapdog? Xiao Ji, can you smell it?" Gao Yuan said, deliberately covering his nose.

Duanmu Ji kept his eyelids drooping and didn't say anything, but just poured some popping candy into his mouth.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't we be responsible for things like water pipes, electrical wiring, and waterproofing and odor prevention in the bathroom and kitchen?" Mr. Xue always manages to ask crucial questions.

"Of course, we'll do what we can do."

"Then there's no problem. How about making a television set?" Mr. Xue was eager to try.

Gao Yuan looked completely bewildered: "That's something we can do?"

"As long as we have the materials, it should be fine. It's really just a matter of reassembling recycled materials, but it can save a lot of money." Mr. Xue seemed to be very experienced. "I can find a TV motherboard, and I also have some usable parts at home."

"Xiaoxue... no, Mr. Xue, you really are no ordinary person." Gao Yuan said admiringly, "Don't tell me you can also assemble a computer."

"As long as you have the parts, assembling a computer is a piece of cake."

"real or fake?"

"That's not difficult, is it?" Mr. Xue asked with some doubt. It was clear that he genuinely thought it wasn't difficult at all.

"Alright, then we can leave a lot of the electronic products to Mr. Xue. There's no rush. Let's first see what furniture we need, shall we?" Gao Yuan coughed and changed the subject. "Does the class monitor have anything to say?"

“Me…? If we start from the living room… since there’s a TV, there should also be a sofa, right?” Li Wanyan pondered.

"A sofa? Hmm... I think if we design it according to the curve on the drawing, a curved sofa would look better." Mo Xueyao drew a simple curved sofa pattern on the whiteboard. "It doesn't need to be real leather, just cover it with cloth and cotton, we should be able to do that."

“I have a fabric sofa in my study.” Gao Yuan nodded. “It’s actually quite comfortable. In the summer, you can put a mahjong mat on it to keep it cool, and it’s not cold in the winter either.”

The word "study" made Mo Xueyao grin. Was this a subtle way of showing off her wealth?

Oh well, everyone in the club knows that Gao Yuan's family is a 'big landlord' anyway, and they've long been used to it.

"Then let's design a curved sofa like this."

"What's over there?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked, pointing to a corner.

"There are no doors here; according to the design... it's a floor-to-ceiling window."

"Floor-to-ceiling windows... what should I design?" Mo Xiaoxiao murmured to herself, resting her chin on her hand.

"The Stargazing Platform," Duanmu Ji said simply.

“How about designing an observatory there?” Mr. Xue asked almost simultaneously.

Duanmu Ji, who looked gloomy, glanced at Mr. Xue with some surprise.

"Ha, it seems we've got the same idea. But we can't make a telescope; the required precision is too high. However, we can make a simple one, with a magnification of about two or three times," Mr. Xue suggested.

He doesn't talk much usually, not because he dislikes talking, nor because he's naturally quiet; he just hasn't encountered anything that interests him.

When he encounters something that interests him, he becomes very talkative, and his brain starts working at lightning speed.

"But... is it really meaningful to magnify it two or three times?" Mo Xueyao asked suspiciously.

"Of course there is, it's the romance of science," Mr. Xue said very seriously.

"A telescope?" Gao Yuan stroked his chin, pondering.

"Let's not talk about the specifics of how to do it yet. If we were to put a telescope here, how should the area around it be designed?" Mo Xueyao asked again. "Putting a bench or a chair there? It just feels a bit odd."

"Could we make a round futon?" Mo Xiaoxiao suggested.

"A futon? Ah, I've got it! How about making a round, big sofa? It has to be very soft and comfortable, filled with lots of cotton... Uh, that seems too difficult?" Zhou Yonggang excitedly said a few words, then his voice lowered, "Ahem, I was just suggesting an idea."

"Let's design it as a sofa that you'll sink into when you lie down," Li Wanyan suggested, her interest piqued.

"What materials should we use? Cotton doesn't have that much elasticity, does it?" Mo Xueyao tapped the whiteboard. "Hey, please think of some reliable furniture that we can afford. Although the club provides funding and Gao Yuan is sponsoring us, we still need to save money as much as possible, right?"

Gao Yuan, who was standing to the side, did not answer. He seemed to still be thinking about the astronomical telescope from earlier.

“Using foam particles wouldn’t actually be too expensive,” Mr. Xue said, his mind quite sharp.

The discussion became increasingly heated.

Even Duanmu Ji was very involved in it.

Except for Mo Zhuyou, who was always sleeping.

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Chapter 131 The Most Prosperous Area of ​​Hangzhou

Mo Xueyao's home is located on the outskirts of the city, since there are still many farmlands and villages beyond that area.

It's more like a small town nestled within a city.

She rarely came to the city center. In her memory, the only time she frequently came to the Children's Palace by West Lake was when she was in elementary school because she had enrolled in an extracurricular class.

West Lake is a famous scenic spot in Zhejiang Province. Many poets have written poems here, and many of them have left a strong mark on China's five thousand years of splendid civilization.

The famous poet Su Shi once said: "If I were to compare West Lake to silver, it would be beautiful whether it is lightly or heavily adorned."

This is why the city center of Hangzhou is always close to West Lake.

For example, Yinshan Square and Yinlin Square are not far from West Lake.

There are also some high-rise buildings here, some over ten stories high, but they are all commercial and office buildings, unlike Shanghai, where there are so many residential buildings over ten stories high.

In fact, Mo Xueyao had also wondered why such tall residential buildings were built. Wouldn't it be scary to live in such tall buildings?

What if it collapses?

Even if it doesn't collapse, it won't be easy to escape if it catches fire, right?

But upon closer reflection, it actually makes sense. After all, Shanghai has such a large population, and building taller buildings is the best option to allow more people to live on a piece of land.

The reason why most residential buildings in Hangzhou are around six stories is probably because there isn't a huge housing pressure yet.

It's a small and peaceful city, so it's often jokingly referred to as Shanghai's backyard.

But no matter what, it is still a provincial capital, and the city center is exceptionally prosperous and bustling.

I remember one time I returned to Hangzhou very late, around 1 a.m. My godfather's car passed by, but it was so lively that it felt like it was only 8 p.m.

It's like a city that never sleeps.

Meanwhile, Mo Xueyao was sitting in her godfather's car, holding a digital camera and excitedly fiddling with it.

The neon lights outside the window shifted, sometimes tinged with pink, sometimes with blue, creating a strange and mysterious atmosphere inside the car.

"I really don't know which building is the tallest, but the Hangzhou Tower should be tall enough, right?" The godfather stepped on the brakes and slowly stopped by the side of the road.

"This one?" Mo Xueyao looked up and saw that Hangzhou Tower was indeed particularly eye-catching compared to the surrounding low buildings. "Hmm, let's go with this one."

Mo Xueyao got out of the car with her digital camera in her arms, while her godfather said to her from inside the car, "Xiaoyao, wait here for a while, I'll go find a place to park."

"Okay, no rush." ​​Mo Xueyao fiddled with her digital camera and tried taking a picture of the street.

The photo was a little blurry because my hand was shaking, but the blurry lighting gave it a unique color and a hazy, blurred beauty.

"This one looks pretty good too," Mo Xueyao muttered to herself with a hint of pride. "Looks like I do have a knack for photography?"

After waiting for about ten minutes, her godfather finally trotted up to Mo Xueyao, his body trembling with fat. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said to her, "Come on, Xiaoyao, let's sneak up through the fire escape." "Okay!" Mo Xueyao was excited, as if she were playing an adventure game.

"Why did you suddenly decide to stand on the top of a very tall building to take pictures of the scenery of Hangzhou?" her godfather asked breathlessly as he led her into the fire escape. "Huff... I haven't exercised in a long time, I'm so tired."

"Godfather, you'll weigh 200 pounds if you keep going like this." Mo Xueyao laughed and jumped up a few steps, creating a considerable distance between herself and her godfather. "Don't get so fat that you can't even fasten your seatbelt, okay?"

“Yes, it’s time to lose weight, that’s what they say, but… ha… phew…” The godfather struggled to climb up, gripping the handrail. “It’s really hard to put into practice. I guess it would be better to buy some slimming tea.”

"Tch, if that kind of thing were really effective, there wouldn't be any fat people in the world." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and answered the question her godfather had asked at the beginning, "Because I need to send a letter to a friend, and I need to attach a photo to the letter."

"A pen pal? Oh... a pen pal, perhaps?"