A Young Woman's Heart

Two rows of students with umbrellas stood at the entrance as etiquette guards. They would shout when they saw a teacher, and step forward to stop anyone who was not wearing a school badge or uniform.

Mo Xueyao always arrives very early, so the etiquette post is not a frequent occurrence for her.

There are two trees at the school gate, one is a cherry blossom tree, and the other is also a cherry blossom tree.

One plant is taller, and the other is shorter; they look like a couple or a mother and child.

It's winter now, so there aren't any pink cherry blossoms on the ground, but maybe they will be there when I come back to school next spring.

The pink petals covered the ground like a carpet—Mo Xueyao had never seen them before, only heard about them from other students.

The other students heard about it from the older students.

The raindrops pattered against the umbrella. The three of them didn't linger outside and rushed into the teaching building. The older sister holding the umbrella breathed a sigh of relief, and the three who had been clinging to each other finally separated.

Next to the notice board in the lobby of the teaching building, there is a new plaque. It is not celebrating Christmas, but has a quote from Mr. Lu Xun: "If you don't treat a child like a human being when he is young, he will not be able to become a human being when he grows up."

Mo Xueyao suddenly recalled the conversation between the principal and the bureau chief last time. She didn't know what happened after that, but now it seemed that the principal was still stubbornly sticking to his own ideas.

Clearly, in his view, the latter two words of "teaching and nurturing" are more important.

When they arrived at the classroom, many people were already there. Some were surprised to see Mo Xueyao so late, while others, like Wang Jiale, ran up to her and shouted, "Hand over your homework!"

"Ah, Mo Xueyao, you're finally here! Why are you so late today? I don't want to copy anything except your homework!" Gao Yuan shouted exaggeratedly. In fact, he was probably the only one in the class who couldn't copy homework. Saying this was both teasing and caring.

"Gao Yuan, you still dare to copy homework?" Liu Xiaowei mocked. "Sitting next to the class monitor, you can forget about copying anything except what's in the textbook!"

"If the class monitor tells me not to copy, I won't copy? Wouldn't that make me lose face?!" Gao Yuan complained.

"Then copy it!"

"If you tell me to copy, I'll just copy. Wouldn't that make me lose face?" Gao Yuan said confidently.

"If you don't dare to copy, then you don't dare to copy. What are you pretending for!" Liu Xiaowei continued to taunt.

Gao Yuan opened his eyes wide and said, "How dare you slander me without evidence! You're not me, how do you know if I would dare to plagiarize?"

"You're not me, how do you know if I know you dare to plagiarize?" Liu Xiaowei retorted.

"Haha—" The students in the class burst into laughter, and the classroom and surrounding area were filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Xiaoyao, chemistry, chemistry~ I only trust Xiaoyao's chemistry!" Wang Jiale urged anxiously.

"Uh... I didn't write it." Mo Xueyao scratched her head somewhat awkwardly.

"Huh? Really? How is that possible? By the way, where's your backpack?"

"I told you I didn't write it down, I didn't even bring my schoolbag." Mo Xueyao shrugged.

"Huh? How is that possible? Xiaoyao isn't doing her homework?" Wang Jiale looked her up and down as if she were meeting her for the first time. "Xiaoyao, are you possessed by something? No, no, that's impossible. Aren't you yourself?"

"What are you talking about?" Mo Xueyao said, both amused and exasperated.

"Xiaoyao, here you go." At this moment, Li Wanyan walked up to her and handed her the schoolbag. "I brought you everything."

"Ah, thank you..."

"Are you feeling better?" A hint of concern was hidden on her otherwise calm face.

"well enough."

"Your homework is in your schoolbag, so hurry up and do it."

"No, I don't want to do it." Mo Xueyao took the schoolbag listlessly.

"Actually, you've almost finished everything, right? There's only Chinese left to finish."

"I won't do it." Mo Xueyao suddenly became stubborn, her tone exceptionally resolute.

"Wait, so that means chemistry was done?"

"Um……"

"Let me copy this!" Wang Jiale shouted carelessly, completely unaware that she wasn't in a very good mood at the moment.

Seeing Wang Jiale's innocent little face, Mo Xueyao's anger instantly vanished. She nodded helplessly and handed the chemistry workbook to Wang Jiale.

"Hehe, let's start copying!"

"You won't improve if you always copy homework," Li Wanyan gently reminded her.

"Okay, okay, class monitor, but chemistry is just too hard!" Wang Jiale said in a spoiled tone. "Besides, I did write it myself; I only copied the parts I didn't understand!"

Li Wanyan looked at her palm and said casually, "Xiaoyao, let's go home together tonight."

"We'll see," Mo Xueyao replied ambiguously.

Li Wanyan didn't ask any more questions, but returned to her seat to supervise Gao Yuan.

Mo Xueyao hadn't done her Chinese homework by the time the homework was collected.

All I handed in was a blank workbook.

Sure enough, after the second period of Chinese class, the homeroom teacher called Mo Xueyao to her office.

No matter what she said, Mo Xueyao kept her head down and didn't answer.

She was holding a grudge, and even though she knew she was also in the wrong, she didn't want to apologize first.

Apologizing sincerely is a difficult thing for everyone.

After all, not everyone is a saint.

When the homeroom teacher, Ye Wen, noticed that something was wrong with her, she stopped criticizing her and began to patiently ask her questions.

But Mo Xueyao still didn't answer, only looked up at the ceiling with a wronged expression.

"What's wrong? Tell the teacher. The teacher knows you're a well-behaved and sensible child. You wouldn't skip your Chinese homework for no reason. So, what's the reason?"

Mo Xueyao shook her head vigorously.

"Hmm... okay, if you want to talk about it, just tell me, okay? Before noon today." Ye Wen smiled and looked into her eyes, but the latter's eyes began to dart away.

"Go back now, and remember to finish your Chinese homework. Otherwise, you won't have to copy it as punishment. Just finish it."

"Huh? What about me?" Gao Yuan, who was being punished by copying in the office, had the words 'This is unfair' written all over his face.

"Your attitude is terrible. You're punished by copying it three times. If you're not satisfied, I'll add three more times."

"Satisfied, satisfied, completely satisfied!" Gao Yuan's chubby face jiggled, making Mo Xueyao, who had been keeping a straight face, unable to help but laugh. However, she quickly pursed her lips and pretended to be serious.

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Chapter 148 Special Psychological Counseling

Psychologists, just like other doctors, are professionals who treat patients, yet they are often feared and dreaded.

Especially in this day and age, it seems like everyone who goes to see a psychologist is mentally ill.

However, in reality, many ordinary people suffer from mental illnesses to varying degrees, and seeing a psychologist is actually a very normal thing.

But that was more than ten years later.

In this day and age, it's considered quite avant-garde for a school to have a psychologist.

Seemingly to be considerate of the students' feelings, the counseling room was placed in an inconspicuous corner on the edge of the school.

It's rare for people to come here.

And today, Mo Xueyao has come here.

She was brought here by her homeroom teacher.

"Don't worry, don't worry, a psychologist isn't a monster, it's not scary at all." Ye Wen gently patted Mo Xueyao's head. "Seeing a psychologist doesn't mean you have a mental illness, it's just to adjust your mood. I guarantee you'll feel much better. Here, go in, I'll leave now."

Mo Xueyao looked up at Ye Wen, then at the locked door, swallowed hard, and carefully turned the doorknob and went inside.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and the wooden door behind me slammed shut with a bang.

Even seeing a psychologist won't solve anything.

Because she couldn't possibly tell the other person about her own affairs.

After all, it's uncertain whether the other party is trustworthy.

If word gets out, she might not only be unable to continue her studies at this school, but she might even be unable to continue her studies in Hangzhou.

The parents, who know about the situation, have no one to confide in.

She had to keep everything bottled up inside, which was actually the reason why Mo Xueyao's emotions kept building up and eventually exploded.

I came here ultimately because I couldn't bear to disappoint my homeroom teacher's good intentions.

After all, she still cared about her.

Mo Xueyao took a deep breath and looked at the girl sitting at the table in the psychology classroom.

It's called a psychology classroom, but you could easily mistake it for a small private clinic.

The entrance leads to a main hall, which is decorated like a small office with a desk, a large computer monitor, and a bookshelf filled with all sorts of untranslated foreign books.

In addition, there were some complex-looking instruments and a large cabinet filled with various medicines.

It's just a psychology classroom, but it looks more 'luxurious' than the medical office.

The desk was placed by the window, and the girl with cascading black hair was gently stirring the liquid in her cup with a small spoon, making a crisp 'clanging' sound.

The girl slowly turned around and looked Mo Xueyao up and down.

Mo Xueyao recalled the last time she delivered meal tickets. Was she really the school counselor?

But isn't that too young?

So young that he doesn't look like an adult at all.

He even seemed like a middle school student.

If she stood up, she would probably only reach Mo Xueyao's chin or chest.

Keep in mind that Mo Xueyao is only 158cm tall.

"...Teacher?" Mo Xueyao called out cautiously, feeling a little awkward.