A Young Woman's Heart

"Heh..." The vice principal took off his glasses, wiped the fog off, and put them back on. His stern face gradually softened. "In your heart, am I really that kind of heartless person?"

Mo Kong simply smiled and did not reply.

"Who could bear to break such a farewell ceremony?" Ji Huaimin straightened his back and stood ramrod straight. "I also graduated from high school once, and I wrote this school song back then."

……

(three)

Outside the corridor, more and more students gathered here, including even first and second-year high school students.

Jiang Yuruo and Wu Shanshan were also mixed in with the crowd, staring wide-eyed at them in the classroom.

"Next year will be our year!"

"Hey? Ruoruo wants to do something like this next year too?"

"Um!!"

……

(four)

In the multimedia hall of Yukong High School, students from grades 11 and 12 were sitting.

Standing on the stage of Yukong High School for the last time, Shen Kelin rubbed her eyes unintentionally: "Three years have passed, time flies, and high school life has finally come to an end..."

This time, Hua Yinyin and Wang Jiale were unusually quiet and didn't whisper among themselves.

Their gazes were fixed on the stage, which they had performed on many times and were very familiar with.

Shen Kelin smiled, but her voice trembled with tears: "We will eventually part ways, but that doesn't mean we'll never see each other again. Graduation is just another new beginning..."

The students below the stage, as if to encourage her, all applauded.

But upon hearing the applause, she seemed unable to maintain her smile, and couldn't help but wipe her reddened eyes with her arm.

"Next, the Grade 11 students will present the graduation red flowers to the Grade 12 students, and the Grade 12 students will also offer their best wishes to our younger schoolmates. First, please welcome the students from Grade 12 Class 1 and Grade 11 Class 1 to the stage..."

……

(Fives)

"Next, please come up to the stage, students from Class 2 of Senior Three and Class 2 of Senior Two..."

Mo Xueyao finally snapped out of her daze and looked at Wang Jiale and Hua Yinyin beside her. They were also looking at her with complicated expressions.

Then everyone stood up, and their faces all turned into smiles.

"Let's go."

"Okay, let's go."

"What a pity, it wasn't Shu'er's class that gave us the red flower."

"There's nothing we can do about it; it's a system that's supposed to be implemented in a corresponding way..."

The senior high school students stood neatly on the stage, facing the audience below.

The second-year high school students had their backs to the others in the audience and were facing the third-year high school students.

In front of every senior high school student stands a junior high school student.

Mo Xueyao felt like it was the ceremony when she became a Young Pioneer in elementary school, which made her want to laugh, and the sadness that filled the air was also diluted a lot.

"Please have the second-year high school students present flowers to the third-year students!"

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(six)

It wasn't until all the senior students had red flowers pinned to their chests that they stood up and lined up neatly around the stage again.

Everyone's thoughts drifted elsewhere.

High school graduation is just the end of a short stop in life.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but think about what would happen after this, in the future.

Life and stories will continue; the road of life is still very long.

But those three years are ultimately gone, no matter how hard you try.

As the melody of the school song slowly began, Mo Xueyao followed the others, gently opening her mouth and singing softly.

"After the rain, the sky clears and the clouds are blue; life's journey is long, but the future is bright..."

……

Volume 9 Theatrical Edition Graduation Trip Chapter 1. The Song Yu Shu Secretly Wrote

On the 11th, all the students at Yukong High School finally got a holiday.

The bustling campus suddenly became much quieter.

The main gate was tightly closed, and even the side gate was locked. The security guard was sitting under the big cherry blossom tree with the owner of the school store, chatting about various aspects of life.

Mo Xueyao came alone. She had just stood at the door and waved to the security guard when she heard the noise of a truck engine behind her.

The truck wasn't just passing by; this was its destination.

She turned her head and saw a dark-skinned boy jump off the truck, which in the countryside is called a big tractor. He wasn't wearing the Yukong High School uniform, but she recognized him at a glance.

"Yang Yankai?"

"Ah, Mo Xueyao, what brings you here today?"

"It's our graduation trip, so I'll wait here for everyone to gather."

"where to?"

"Japan."

"Shouldn't we just go to the airport?"

"It'll be cheaper if we take a taxi together." Mo Xueyao tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "What are you doing here?"

"Haha, I'll plant a tree!"

"what?"

Mo Xueyao's gaze involuntarily shifted to the truck bed, where two saplings were tied together with hemp rope. The driver bore a resemblance to Yang Yankai, with dark, rough skin, chapped lips, and deep wrinkles on his face like ravines in a valley.

"This is my dad." As if noticing her confusion, Yang Yankai gave a brief introduction.

"Hello." The latter seemed even more shy than Yang Yankai. He smiled and greeted him, jumped off the truck, and then jumped back into the truck bed in a few steps. He then handed the saplings to Yang Yankai, who was waiting nearby.

It seems that prior notice was given, because when Yang Yankai stood at the door waving to the security guard, the latter remotely opened the door.

"Shall I help you move one inside? Where would you like to plant it?"

"I told Awen before, and a teacher should come and tell me which one to plant later."

"Shall we move in first?"

"Yes...uh...be careful."

"Will it break?"

"No, it's just that it might be a bit heavy."

"Tch, it's just a sapling, how heavy can it be?" Mo Xueyao said, casually picking up the sapling and trying to carry it away, but she didn't expect her hand to slip and she almost lost her grip, so she had to use her other hand to hold it steady.

"Haha, it's a bit heavy, isn't it?"

"Uh...it feels like I'm carrying a bag of rice..."

"Little girl, let me do it."

"It's alright, it's alright, I'll do it. That way, I can say I carried this tree in when it was still a sapling!" Mo Xueyao raised her head and looked at Yang Yankai's father. "Uncle, could you watch my luggage for me? I'll be right back!"

"Let's go." Yang Yankai hoisted the sapling onto his shoulder and ran briskly into the school.

The security guard who was chatting with the shop owner greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, you really moved in?"

"I've graduated!"

"Haha, little girl, you've come to help too. How's it going? Are you tired?"

"It's alright..." Mo Xueyao gritted her teeth, not daring to say more, for fear of losing all her strength at once.

She followed Yang Yankai, who walked with light steps, all the way to the playground. Because there were no students, the playground seemed particularly empty today.

Only one person stood on the platform, gazing at the empty playground, seemingly oblivious to the intense heat of the sun overhead.

His sculpted body finally moved when he saw the two men carrying the saplings to the playground.

"You two, are you the students who said you wanted to plant trees at school?" he shouted in a loud voice.

Yang Yankai also responded loudly in his booming voice: "Yes—!!"

So he stepped down from the platform and walked toward them.

Mo Xueyao finally saw who the other person was—

"Hello, Vice Principal!" Yang Yankai greeted him very politely.

That's right, it's the vice principal, the one with a terrible reputation at school because he always asks students to reduce their holidays and attend extra classes, and uses all sorts of methods to 'force people to study'.

For a long time, Mo Xueyao disliked him, thinking he was outdated, rigid, and out of touch with the times. But later, due to some events, she changed her opinion of him somewhat.

I wouldn't say I like it, but I can understand it.

Everyone is complex, and the vice principal is no exception.

He naturally possessed all the human emotions and desires, including vanity and a sense of responsibility as an educator. He was often strict, yet Mo Xueyao still couldn't bring herself to hate him.

Yang Yankai, who was standing next to him, didn't seem to dislike him either, and asked with a smile, "Vice Principal, where should we plant them?"

“Come with me.” He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the sapling in Mo Xueyao’s hand. “I’ll take this one.”

She hesitated for a moment, then stopped trying to push herself, because she was indeed quite tired.