A Young Woman's Heart

"Go, Teacher Ye!"

"Go, Teacher Jin!"

The students cheered on their respective teachers.

"Teachers are going to fight?" Mo Xueyao muttered to herself in confusion.

Upon hearing this, the boy standing in front said without turning his head, "It's not a fight, it's a friendly exchange! Since both teachers know martial arts, they're giving us a demonstration."

"This looks interesting!" Mo Xueyao tried to squeeze in, but Wang Jiale grabbed her wrist. "Xiaoyao, let's stand on the flower bed and watch."

“Okay.” Mo Xueyao followed Wang Jiale and stood on the platform, finally able to see the situation inside.

"Everyone, step back a bit to avoid accidental injury!" the PE teacher Ye Ran shouted, and the students retreated like a receding tide.

"Let's begin, but we'll stop here." Another physical education teacher cupped his hands in greeting, and then the two began throwing punches at each other.

Just like in a TV series, the two attacked each other with great chemistry. Although it didn't seem to have any real combat effectiveness, it was at least quite entertaining.

He played very well, showing the style of a grandmaster.

Mo Xueyao couldn't quite describe it, but to put it simply, it was just a matter of you attacking and me blocking, countering each other's moves.

In the end, there was no clear winner; it was indeed just a performance.

But the students still thoroughly enjoyed watching it.

Some boys even started imitating it on the spot. Although they might think they looked cool, to outsiders they looked really silly.

"Ho ho ho ha! Wing Chun!" Some boys immediately started using it on their friends, looking very powerful, but actually carefully controlling their strength.

"What kind of nonsense is this? You call this Wing Chun?"

"Of course, isn't that exactly what Teacher Jin did just now?"

"Bullshit! That's how it is, okay!"

"That's clearly the kind of punch Teacher Ye uses."

As the bell rang for class, the other students who weren't in PE class dispersed.

Ye Ran blew the whistle hanging around his neck: "Assemble!"

"Class Two, come and assemble!" Sports committee member Li Hongran hurriedly shouted.

Although Mo Xueyao didn't have to run, she still had to join the group.

"Alright, after running five laps, you're free to do whatever you want!" Ye Ran said casually, waving his hand.

But it sounds easy; in reality, five laps is two kilometers long.

Fortunately, this isn't an exam, so you can just run slowly. As long as you don't just walk on the track, the PE teacher won't catch you and make you run again.

Along with her, there were three other girls who were on their periods.

They are Ye Banxia, ​​Cha Li, and Wang Yang.

Mo Xueyao was quite familiar with both Ye Banxia and Cha Li.

Cha Li is the discipline committee member. Occasionally, during self-study periods when there are no teachers, she and the class monitor will help maintain classroom order.

Unlike the strict class monitor, Cha Li's management style is more relaxed. Sometimes she will use a few jokes to tell people to stop making trouble. Of course, sometimes it will have the opposite effect, making the classroom more 'lively'.

The vice class monitor is also responsible for maintaining classroom order, but Mr. Xue doesn't seem to like doing this kind of thing. He only steps in to manage things when the other two are not around or when he is very busy.

As the deputy class monitor, he was probably the one with the most free time.

Ye Banxia was the class monitor in charge of student life. Because she had to go home with the class monitor, she would stay with her every afternoon. Over time, she became familiar with the class monitor who was in charge of hygiene.

Wang Yang was the only one who felt unfamiliar to Mo Xueyao. Sometimes she couldn't even remember her name and had to try hard to recall it.

Wang Yang seems to have a special ability to make people easily overlook or forget her.

Of course, the main reason for this is probably because she is too ordinary.

Her grades were neither good nor bad. She never raised her hand to speak in class, but when the teacher called on her, she could always answer the questions relatively fluently and properly.

Height and weight are average in the class, and he doesn't stand out in any aspect.

Although she has friends, her friends are just like her—the kind of ordinary girls.

Ye Banxia often wore her hair in pigtails, and as the class's life committee member, she was frequently in charge of directing other students, so she wasn't easily overlooked.

As Mo Xueyao was thinking this, she was about to sit down on the flower bed when she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have stepped on it earlier, so she quickly stood up straight.

The flowerbeds are unusable to sit on today because they're wet and covered in other people's footprints.

There are some wooden benches by the playground, but only one is dry; the water on the others has not completely evaporated.

So I had no choice but to sit down on this bench.

"Ye Banxia, ​​Wang Yang, sit here," she said to the other two girls who were looking for a place to sit.

"Mm," Ye Banxia responded, and sat down quite naturally.

Wang Yang hesitated for a moment, but still sat down at the very edge of the chair.

Mo Xueyao wanted to say something, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing to talk about.

Moreover, she doesn't really understand girls' interests.

Fortunately, Ye Banxia brought up a topic, preventing the atmosphere from becoming too awkward.

"Wang Yang, did you do the chemistry homework that Teacher Yao Gu Gu assigned this morning?"

"Well, I've written part of it."

"Ugh~ Chemistry feels so hard. Even if I can look up the book, it's still hard. And the exams are not open-book, so it's even harder."

"Yes, that's right."

"Of the three science subjects, I still prefer biology the most."

"Me too."

“However, if you don’t study chemistry well, you probably won’t do well when you get to the more difficult biology courses. Math, physics, chemistry, and biology are all subjects that are easy to learn at a lower level,” Ye Banxia said, counting on her fingers.

"It'll be fine when we're divided into classes in the second year of high school."

"It'll be a long time~" Ye Banxia said lazily.

"It'll be soon, the classes will be divided in the second half of next year."

"Hey, isn't it supposed to be the second year of high school where classes are divided?"

"It's the class division in the second year of high school."

"What I mean is, aren't we supposed to be divided into classes after the first semester of the second year of high school?" Ye Banxia asked in surprise.

"No, we were divided into classes after the first semester of high school. If we do it again in the second year, it won't be enough time." Wang Yang blinked. "I think I'm not mistaken..."

"Hey! I thought the arts and science classes were already separated during the entrance exam, otherwise why do most of the students in our class not like science?"

"Well, maybe only the first two classes are like that. The other classes are more mixed. Our Class 1 and Class 2 are probably... experimental classes."

"I see." Mo Xueyao nodded gently after listening for a while. "By the way, I thought our principal wouldn't have anything like an elite class."

"It seems that the class assignments for our new first-year high school students weren't done by the new principal, but by the head of the teaching department. After the assignments were done, the principal felt they weren't good enough, so he reassigned a few students with poor academic performance to other classes in batches. Our class had some of those too." Wang Yang seemed to know a lot about it.

“No wonder…” Mo Xueyao nodded.

However, those who can get into high school will not have too bad grades, no matter how bad they are. Don't look at Liu Xiaowei and Gao Yuan, who are at the bottom of the class. If they were in junior high school, they would be considered average students.

Elementary school, middle school, high school, and university are essentially a process by which a country selects its elites.

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Chapter 154 The Boys' Desire to Perform

After running five laps, the girls were all panting and exhausted, but they couldn't find a place to sit, so they squeezed onto the small bench where Mo Xueyao and the others were sitting.

This bench can seat a maximum of four people, but now it's packed with seven or eight, even the armrests are occupied.

Mo Xueyao felt like she was being squeezed to the point of suffocation.

So he got up and ran away. Since there was nowhere to sit, he figured it wouldn't hurt to wander around the playground.

Although the boys were also tired, those who played basketball regularly were in good physical condition. For them, this jogging was just a warm-up to break a sweat. After resting for a few minutes, they were full of energy again.

"Ha-hoo-hoo-" Mr. Xue let out a long breath, supporting himself on his knees. His pale forehead was covered with sweat. Perhaps because he didn't like exercise much, he looked a little weak after running.

But it's still much better than Gao Yuan, who was so tired that he collapsed on the ground.

"Xiaoxue~" Mo Xueyao waved to him, after all, he was the only boy she could get along with.

It's not that she can't chat with other people, it's just that only Mr. Xue doesn't care about her gender.

Or rather, only when Mr. Xue chatted with her did it feel like she was chatting with a boy.

Simply put, it's more like a buddy relationship.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Xue patted his pocket and pulled out an empty tissue box.

Do you need some paper?

"Yes, for wiping sweat." Mr. Xue pointed to his face, which was covered in beads of sweat that were still dripping down.

"Let me see... uh..." Mo Xueyao's tissues were rolls, meant for use in the toilet. Rolls were cheaper, while small packs of tissues were more expensive, which was why she chose rolls. "I didn't bring any tissues, would a handkerchief be okay?"

The handkerchief was a gift from Li Wanyan. Actually, there were two of them. They were checkered handkerchiefs. Every day after she used the handkerchief, she would wash it and dry it in the sun.

Although she often forgets to use it—especially after washing her hands, it's so convenient to just wipe them on her clothes!

"A handkerchief?" Mr. Xue was taken aback.

"Yes, but I've already used it. I dried my hands after washing them. Do you mind?"

"Okay, then I'll go wash my face before I wipe it." Mr. Xue said very considerately, seemingly worried that his sweat would soil his handkerchief.

There was a restroom next to the playground, and next to the restroom was a row of sinks. He stood there, turned on the tap, and carefully washed his face with cold water in the winter before taking Mo Xueyao's handkerchief.

"Thank you," Mr. Xue said with a faint smile after wiping his face clean.