A Young Woman's Heart

Mo Xueyao pulled her long hair, which was hanging outside the bed, back in: "Wait, isn't this just a yearbook?"

Yes, that's right.

"Ah, it's strange, when we were in elementary and middle school, everyone was so enthusiastic about writing in yearbooks. The little shop near the gate had all kinds of yearbooks for sale. Especially in elementary school, I remember that after class, everyone would take out their yearbooks and ask others to write in them, or exchange them with each other. How come we write in yearbooks less and less as we get older?"

"Because we can stay in touch through other means, and unlike previous graduations, high school graduation offers more opportunities to stay in touch."

"What?"

“As adults, we gradually begin to have our own lives.” Li Wanyan pursed her lips and gently pressed her cheek against Mo Xueyao’s neck. “Only when we grow up do we have the ability to continue maintaining our friendships.”

"...That's true. In elementary school, you're not really in control of your own life. If you're assigned to a different school or even live in a different place, it's really hard to maintain friendships anymore..."

……

Chapter 295 Shameful Things

(One)

It's Monday again.

The high school life that students once felt would never end is finally coming to a visible end.

These are the last three weeks.

If we only consider the time spent in school, then it's even shorter.

The number of test papers issued recently has decreased significantly, but the difficulty has increased considerably. This is probably because the previous "sea of ​​questions" approach has already overcome many students' weak foundational problems. Now, if they want to improve their scores further, they can only gradually challenge themselves with more difficult questions.

Some of the math problems were so difficult that even Mo Xueyao struggled with them; she even suspected that they were already considered advanced math problems.

After all, once you reach a certain level, it's not easy to gain even one or two more points.

"Ah—" Mo Xueyao bumped her forehead on the desk, her head twisting twice. "Are those really necessary for the college entrance exam...?"

"Little Yaoyao finally feels the same way I do when I'm doing math problems."

"It's not like you, okay? You get headaches even with simple questions."

"Tch, it's about the same." Hua Yinyin tilted her head, a geography test paper with multiple-choice questions in front of her. "If you really don't understand it, just forget about it. As long as you can do the other questions, that's fine."

"You already know how to do the others, that's why you want to challenge yourself with something harder. Do you think you're the same as me?"

"Ugh—that sounds really—unpleasant—!" Hua Yinyin reached out and 'hardly' pinched Mo Xueyao's cheeks, pulling them forcefully from side to side. "Little—Yao—Yao—"

"Hua—Yin—Yin—" Mo Xueyao was not to be outdone, and pinched the other's cheek in return. The two of them started to play and joking around, pushing and shoving each other, and then bumping into each other.

"Whoa!" Mo Xueyao lost her balance and fell to the ground with Hua Yinyin.

Wang Jiale, sitting in front, said helplessly, "Hey, I'm telling you, it's already hot enough in your classroom. Can't you just sit still and stop making such a fuss?"

"Ouch..." Hua Yinyin had just raised her head to say something when her head bumped into Mo Xueyao's drawer. The drawer, which was crammed full of test papers, homework books, and exercise books, poured out like rain, hitting her forehead.

Mo Xueyao had just burst out laughing when a draft notebook slapped her across the face, making her swallow back her laughter.

Now it was Hua Yinyin's turn to laugh out loud.

……

(two)

"Ugh—it's so hot! How long are you planning to lie here?" Mo Xueyao pushed Hua Yinyin's face with one hand, struggling to get up.

But Hua Yinyin showed no intention of getting up, because she was already attracted to something else: "Sugar Diary, what is this?"

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao's eyes darted away, but she pretended to be calm. "It's just a draft."

"Why are these words written in the draft paper? Let me see."

"no!"

"Eh~ There must be something shady going on inside, right? Could it be a story about who Yaoyao likes or something~?"

"It's not that kind of thing!"

"What's there to be ashamed of!"

"Uh... um... inside... there's a fairy tale..."

"Fairy tale? Hmm... Come to think of it, isn't Crispy Candy your cat?"

"Um……"

"Sometimes when I see you writing something when you're bored, you look all mysterious. Could this be what you're writing?"

"...Give it back! Give it back!" Seeing that Hua Yinyin had sat down in the chair again, Mo Xueyao quickly got up from the ground, straightened the chair, and threw herself onto Hua Yinyin.

"Just take a look! Is there some kind of privacy issue?"

No, there isn't.

"Then why are you in such a hurry?" Hua Yinyin bent down, dodging Mo Xueyao's pounce, and quickly tossed the "Su Tang Diary" to Wang Jiale. "Lele, catch!"

"Hey!"

"Alright, Yinyin, you're a grown-up, what are you doing? A diary is definitely a very private thing, don't just look at it like that." Wang Jiale put her hands on her hips and glared at Hua Yinyin righteously. Her gossipy soul didn't burn brightly at this moment. Instead, she handed the notebook back to Mo Xueyao, "Hey, Xiaoyao, keep it safe, don't let Yinyin find it again."

"Um... I was just kidding..."

"That's not how you joke around." Wang Jiale glanced at Hua Yinyin, pouted, and gently tapped her forehead with her ballpoint pen.

She glanced awkwardly at Mo Xueyao, sticking out her tongue and giving a sheepish laugh.

"Actually, it's just... I personified the sugar candy." Seeing the notebook being returned, Mo Xueyao didn't seem to care much. "Well... there's nothing special about it, it's just that it might read a bit childish."

"May I take a look?"

Looking into Hua Yinyin's innocent eyes, Mo Xueyao gently twisted her ankle, causing the bell attached to it to ring crisply. "Uh... well... I'll open a page for you to see..."

She muttered to herself, unfolded the Sugar Diary, and moved it to the side so that Hua Yinyin could come closer to read it.

"Mr. Crispy Sugar resigned from the presidency. He felt he had served long enough, so he handed over the presidency to another cat. Mr. Crispy Sugar was great enough and didn't need to continue being president." Hua Yinyin couldn't help but cover her mouth. "Pfft... Is this a children's fairy tale?"

"What's wrong with you... Am I really that childish? Although I am a little bit..."

"Little Yaoyao has the heart of a child, full of childlike fantasies!"

"...I think it's actually quite mature, at least...at least it's a fantasy at the level of a middle school student..."

"Oh! So middle school students would write something like, 'I submit to the great Sugar Lord!'"

"I'm just making the character more vivid, okay? That's what Su Tang is all about."

"It usually seems so lazy, it doesn't seem like that kind of cat, does it?"

"That's how it's set up here, okay, okay—" Mo Xueyao quickly closed the notebook, "I'm not letting you see it anymore!"

"Hehehe~" Hua Yinyin returned to her seat, pulled a blank sketchbook from her drawer, and quickly sketched out the scene she had just witnessed. "Look, doesn't it look pretty good as a four-panel comic?"

"Uh... so fast, and it looks pretty good?"

"That's right, after all, it's me!"

"You're so smug..." Mo Xueyao put the notebook away and stood up warily. "Don't you dare peek!"

"Uh-huh!"

"Lele, keep an eye on Yinyin and don't let her peek."

"Okay."

“Little Yaoyao doesn’t trust me at all, hmph.” Hua Yinyin crossed her arms. “I won’t read it. It’s a children’s story, I’m not interested.”

Mo Xueyao stared at her with droopy eyelids, slowly staggered out of the classroom, and just as she turned around, she suddenly turned back and saw Hua Yinyin looking at her helplessly without making any move. Then she quickly ran towards the toilet.

……

(three)

"You didn't peek, did you?" Mo Xueyao pinched Hua Yinyin's little face with her still slightly damp little hands.

The latter rolled her eyes at her, annoyed: "No, not at all."

"Today it's actually the obedient little silver?"

"Don't talk about me like a little dog, okay?"

"If only you were like a puppy, you'd be so much better than—what?"

"what?"

Wang Jiale, sitting in front, replied without turning his head: "Koala?"

"Well, it's good to have someone as cute as a koala."

"What? I'm definitely much cuter than a koala!"

"Stop fooling around, you two...class is about to start."

"Two women really do make a drama, they're even noisier than a flock of ducks..." Liu Xiaowei finally couldn't help but mutter, which ironically put Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin on the same side.

"Who are you calling a duck?!"

"Who are you calling noisy!"

"Women are so unreasonable..."

"Why are you attacking me too?!" Wang Jiale glared.

Liu Xiaowei looked up at the sky helplessly, then, unusually yielding, gave two thumbs up: "Fine, you guys are awesome..."

……

(four)

"Xiaoyao, would you like to write something in the yearbook?" Xuan Anyi walked over with a smile, tilting her head slightly so that the hair on the left side fell to the right.

Mo Xueyao, who was resting her chin on her hand in a daze, slowly came back to her senses and looked at the yearbook on the table with some confusion.

The outer shell is pink and decorated with cute fruit stickers.

“Oh dear... Auntie, you can be childish too.”

"What's wrong?"