A Young Woman's Heart

"Let's talk about it after the performance!" The usually quiet An Ruosu was like a rabbit waiting to be slaughtered today, panicking and jumping over the table to escape.

It seems he won't be coming back before the New Year's Day cultural performance officially begins.

"Huh? Why did you run away? Is it because you're too excited about wearing Chen Baicheng's school uniform and need to take care of your bodily needs in the toilet?" Hua Yinyin muttered, stroking her chin.

"Hua Yinyin, what are you saying!" An Ruosu's deskmate, Chen Baicheng, blushed deeply.

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Chapter Three: New Year's Day Cultural Performance

A lecture hall, also known as a multimedia classroom, is essentially like a movie theater or theater, capable of seating all the students in the school.

When the heavy curtains were drawn, it was pitch black, with almost no light.

All the lights were focused on the large stage in front.

School leaders sit at the very front, so many students feel unlucky if their class is seated near the front.

Unfortunately, Class 2 and Class 1 of Grade 11 were located right behind the school leaders' seats in the front row, in a position where even whispers could be overheard.

It makes you feel uncomfortable all over.

Although most of the school leaders at Yukong High School are approachable, they are still leaders after all.

That natural sense of oppression always makes students feel uncomfortable.

The Dean of Students was the first leader to take the stage. She gave a long speech, mainly about the plan for the last month or so of the semester.

That is, the time for final exams and the time for winter break.

Informing students of the upcoming plans would normally be a quick process, but the head of the teaching department would often include some lecturing remarks in the process.

For example, when they mentioned several conflicts that had occurred in other schools, or how a vocational high school or technical school had almost resulted in a death, they repeatedly reminded the students of Yukong High School to abide by the law.

Long speeches always make people sleepy, and the 15-minute speech by the dean of students made many students yawn repeatedly.

Even Mo Xueyao, a good student, was incredibly sleepy.

But the vice principal sitting in front of her had a serious expression, so she didn't dare to complain at all and could only secretly squint her eyes and close them to rest.

The vice principal was the previous principal, who had served as principal at Yukong High School for several years. Although the college entrance examination pass rate was only average, he managed to maintain discipline very well.

His method of enforcing discipline is strict investigation, which can be simply explained as a blanket approach.

So essentially he's a very old man.

Many students call him that in private.

Even though he's basically just a figurehead now and can't influence the various decisions at Yukong High School, he's still 'high and mighty' to the students. Even the first-year students have heard of him and avoid him whenever they see him.

So, sitting behind him is a truly painful experience.

"Alright, next we would like to invite Principal Mo to speak." The Dean of Students finally finished his long speech, stepped back, and gave his seat to Principal Mo Kong, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Happy New Year, students." Principal Mo took the microphone, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the students sitting in the audience. "I hope you all enjoy the show today. Alright, the New Year's Day performance is officially starting."

"Oh oh oh—!"

"Long live the principal!!!"

The students, finally free, clapped and shouted.

Even the students in Class 2 of Grade 11, sitting behind the vice principal, couldn't help but applaud.

This made the vice principal frown.

The long-winded speech was finally put to an end, and the New Year's Day cultural performance began smoothly.

The hosts were a pair of senior students from the second year of high school. I couldn't recall their names, but they were undoubtedly the most beautiful and handsome students at Yukong High School.

It is true that a good-looking person will receive more tolerance and more resources.

Just like hosting, are these people born knowing how to host? If you train an average-looking student, it's not like you can't train them.

But why are most TV hosts good-looking? At least better-looking than the average person?

This is because good looks can lead to access to resources for training, and after training, one stands out more than the average person, thus gaining more opportunities for further development.

This cycle gives good-looking people a huge head start over others from the very beginning.

For people with outstanding looks, life is simple in its difficulty.

Mo Xueyao suddenly recalled this series of words.

These were the words Zhou Yong had said to his best friends that day, which she unconsciously remembered.

Thinking about it carefully, her life after becoming a girl was indeed simpler.

Even when he was a boy, he was always favored by others because of his handsome appearance.

The first program featured senior high school students, as they were generally more experienced, so they were allowed to set a good example.

The performance opened with a ballet by three women dressed as black swans, gracefully dancing on the stage.

The boys stared wide-eyed, after all, where else in school could they see such provocative outfits?

Although the girls' school uniform is already a skirt, this black swan outfit seems even shorter, and because of its tight fit and color, the top looks like it's not wearing anything at all...

Wow, what a great figure!

"That one has big breasts!"

"Long legs are the key!"

At this moment, the principal also returned to his seat from the stage.

It was right in front of Mo Xueyao.

Although the vice principal was assigned to the same position as the principal, the two didn't seem to get along very well.

No, to be precise, the vice principal didn't like the new principal. When he saw him arrive, he put on a sour face, glared at him, and then turned his head away, pretending not to see him.

Since we can't whisper to each other, we can only continue watching the performance.

However, the students' carefully prepared performance was actually quite good.

Even if it's not exciting, it can still be funny because of the embarrassing moments.

After all, everyone on stage is a classmate, even senior students. They are not far away from everyone, which makes people feel a sense of closeness.

Even though the performance wasn't very good, everyone was very forgiving, after all, they were all students.

If any class's performance were comparable to that of a real big stage, many people would be amazed and applaud.

The fourth performance this morning was brought by Class 5 of Senior Three. I have no idea which genius came up with the script.

What was originally just an ordinary story, "The Little Match Girl," was transformed into "The Girl Who Sells Matches" with slight modifications by the screenwriter.

When the host introduces the program, many people's curiosity is piqued.

Mo Xueyao, who had been feeling a bit sleepy, suddenly perked up.

I thought it was going to be a comedy, but it turned out to be a dark story.

There was a matchstick, which was a magic tool of a magician.

Although it cannot move, it possesses the power to bewitch people.

It can make people give up on hard work and choose faster ways to make money instead.

For example, stealing, robbing, or even killing.

Then, after changing hands several times, it ended up in the hands of a little girl.

The match told the little girl that there was no money to be made selling matches, and even if she did make money, she would hand it all over to her father, who was both an alcoholic and a gambler.

"Then you'll starve to death, oh, of course, you might freeze to death before that, look how thin your clothes are, especially in this cold, snowy night," Match said.

There was no one playing the match, so the sound only came from the stage.

"Then what should I do?" the little girl asked, trembling.

So the match began to ignite her anger, telling her how despicable her parents were and urging the little girl to kill them.

But the little girl couldn't bring herself to do it, so it let her run away with the matches.

And so, little by little, the little girl embarked on a completely different path.

She did change her fate and survived the freezing death, but she also kept pushing her own boundaries and doing things she never dared to do before.

Deceit, theft, prostitution, robbery...

In the end, the story returned to where it all began, and she finally killed her own parents.

Although her parents were indeed no good, she felt no fear, apprehension, or remorse before killing them.

After killing her parents, she didn't experience much emotional fluctuation.

Because along the way, she had already killed many people due to various unavoidable circumstances.

In the end, she wasn't arrested as a murderer. On the contrary, she got married to a man who was equally unhelpful but very good at sweet talk.

She had several children, but she had no affection for them. Even when she was with her husband, it was only for his benefit.

Then she sent the children to sell matches.

One day, I suddenly realized that I could no longer hear the sound of that match, nor could I find it.

The story ends here.

It left one wanting more.

But you can more or less guess what will happen next.

Perhaps it's a cycle.

If you ask what it's trying to express, even the screenwriter probably hasn't figured it out.