A Young Woman's Heart

Perhaps they simply found it interesting.

But it did make Mo Xueyao seem thoughtful.

Perhaps everyone who reads this story will have different thoughts.

Perhaps, this is what makes a good story.

The principal led the applause.

The vice principal frowned and muttered something like 'tampering with classic works'.

In fact, if it weren't for the new principal, this play probably wouldn't have passed censorship.

Watching others' wonderful performances made Mo Xueyao feel a little nervous.

I wonder if she'll be able to perform well when she gets on stage?

Although Mr. Xue is the main character, her female assistant also has quite a few scenes.

After the play ended, the two hosts returned to the stage to announce the next performance.

At this moment, the principal sitting in front of Mo Xueyao suddenly turned his head, stroked his stubble, and asked with a face that looked unapproachable, "Why aren't you chatting?"

"Huh? Eh?" Mo Xueyao didn't react for a moment.

Hua Yinyin, who was sitting next to her, was also dumbfounded.

"They usually chat, right?"

"Ahem, we're good kids, we don't chat," Hua Yinyin said with a dry cough.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Isn't it boring to see something beautiful but not be able to share it with the people around you?" Mo Kong pushed up his glasses, and only when he looked closely did Mo Xueyao realize that his glasses were actually brown. "It's okay to talk quietly with the people around you. There are many things that, once they are 'absolute,' then they lose their flavor."

Mo Xueyao always felt that he was hinting at the vice principal next to her.

"So... we can chat quietly now?" Wang Jiale asked timidly.

"Of course." The principal smiled.

She may seem unapproachable, but that's probably just her appearance. In reality, she's quite approachable.

……

Chapter Four: Cross-dressing

The first performance in the afternoon was by Class 2 of Grade 11.

Right after lunch, everyone participating in the performance went backstage, because the singing and drama performances would be held back-to-back, so they had to prepare in advance.

An Ruosu was wearing a girls' school uniform and Hua Yinyin was carefully shaving her leg hair.

Although it wasn't much, it still looked better after shaving it off, so that it wouldn't be noticeable at all when wearing socks.

Perhaps because she runs frequently, An Ruosu's legs are very long and slender, and for some reason, they don't have very obvious muscles, making them even more beautiful than girls' legs.

He himself seemed to be sealed away, completely unable to move, only showing signs of discomfort on his face.

He originally wanted to hide somewhere else, but where could he hide?

At the teacher's command, they still had to obediently come back to put on makeup and wigs.

At first glance, she might look a bit like a girl, but upon closer inspection, you'll find that her bone structure is rather large and her facial features are too angular.

But since the stage is far from the audience, people can't see very clearly. Some people probably wouldn't even realize it's a boy until they hear the male voice.

"Isn't this going a bit too far?" Mo Xueyao looked at Li Wanyan with a guilty conscience, after all, it was her idea.

"No problem, right?" Li Wanyan smiled. "It should be a memorable experience, shouldn't it?"

"Ahem!" Mo Xueyao stared awkwardly at the ceiling, not daring to admit that it was her idea.

If you put yourself in her shoes, you'd definitely feel uncomfortable right now, not to mention having to face the gaze of the entire audience later—just thinking about it is terrifying.

Even though she's already a girl, she still feels uncomfortable when she wears girls' clothes and is surrounded by too many people.

When singing, Mo Xueyao can simply wear men's clothing; she doesn't need makeup, just tie her hair up and put it inside a hat.

Because there were no boys with the same build as her, Mo Xueyao had no choice but to not wear her school uniform.

The suit she's wearing now was provided by Mr. Xue. It was the suit he wore when he participated in a debate competition in his first year of junior high school. He only wore it once, and it's very clean.

That's what others told her, mainly because they were afraid she would be averse to other boys' clothes.

But in reality, she had absolutely no idea.

When I was in junior high school, didn't I often steal my best friend's school uniform to wear?

Sometimes they deliberately don't wear their own clothes, but rather swap them with their friends, as if that's the only way to show how close their relationship is.

Since there were no leather shoes, ordinary canvas shoes were used as makeshift shoes, which looked rather strange overall, but also added to the comedic effect.

"Stretch your legs!" Hua Yinyin, who had finally finished shaving her leg hair, stretched her body and then handed a pair of stockings to An Ruosu. "Do you want to put them on yourself or should I help you?"

"Ahem... I... I guess I did it myself?" An Ruosu awkwardly got up and went into the changing room. He was wearing summer school pants when he was shaving his legs, but the pant legs were rolled up when he got to his thighs.

He can finally relax a little now. Although the other person is Hua Yinyin, a girl who seems to only be interested in girls, he must feel a little uncomfortable being touched on the thigh by a girl for so long.

However, it might be a little better for girls, but if it were a man touching her...

As Mo Xueyao thought about it, she immediately got goosebumps all over.

Then, feeling even more guilty, he shrank his neck.

A short while later, An Ruosu came out wearing a pair of black suspender stockings.

The lecture hall is air-conditioned, so you don't need to worry about being cold.

The reason it's garter stockings is simply because of Hua Yinyin's perverse sense of humor.

Poor An Ruosu had no way to resist and sat quietly, enduring this subtle embarrassment.

For some reason, Mo Xueyao felt that his eyes looked somewhat pitiful at that moment...

"Uh-huh, don't forget your lines later, An Ruosu." Mo Xueyao smiled awkwardly, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

“Uh… um…” An Ruosu nodded, her smile strained.

"Well, you look like a bullied little wife." Hua Yinyin patted An Ruosu's back hard. "What are you afraid of? It's just wearing a girls' school uniform! You'll get used to it after you wear it once! Why are you making that face? Let me tell you, I never touch boys' thighs. You're the first one. You should feel honored."

An Ruosu smiled awkwardly, unsure how to refute.

"That's terrifying." Li Hongran, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but cover her rough face.

"Tch, what are you looking at? You don't even have the talent to wear that!" Hua Yinyin rolled her eyes at Li Hongran.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'd rather not have that talent," Li Hongran quickly said. "I don't want to be a monster!"

An Ruosu stiffened slightly upon hearing this.

Perhaps it was because those words hurt him?

"Hey, Li Hongran!" Mo Xueyao spoke up for him, dissatisfied. "Why are you saying such hurtful things? This is for the performance, not because you're a pervert!"

Perhaps it was because of Mo Xueyao's own experiences that she developed this kind of empathy.

"Ahem, I didn't mean it, don't mind it, don't mind it," Li Hongran quickly said.

"The first performance for Class 2, Grade 11 can begin." Just then, a red-haired chemistry teacher walked in from backstage. "Hurry up and get on stage."

“Oh, oh…” An Ruosu responded blankly, stiffly taking steps as she walked onto the stage.

This might be a bit too exciting for him.

The first time I wore girls' clothes, I was surrounded by so many people...

Mo Xueyao was trying to relax, still wondering if Yao Gugu's hair was dyed or naturally like that.

She doesn't look like she's mixed race; she probably dyed her own.

Speaking of which, teachers at Yukong High School are allowed to dye their hair.

Before I knew it, she was already standing on the stage.

Wearing men's clothing made her feel less nervous.

She took a deep breath and looked at An Ruosu beside her.

The latter gave her an awkward and embarrassed smile.

"Keep it up," she whispered encouragingly.

"Hmm..." An Ruosu closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, revealing a sunny smile. After all, he was still himself, still that sunny boy who wasn't good at refusing others.

At this moment, he had probably completely forgotten that he was wearing women's clothes and was hypnotizing himself, focusing his mind and body on the song he was about to sing.

The lyrics of "How Do You Say" are actually somewhat melancholic.

But when Teresa Teng sang it, she added a touch of girlish playfulness.

Mo Xueyao also wanted to imitate this—mainly because she simply couldn't sing out that feeling of a woman's sorrow.

But being mischievous is acceptable; after all, whether it's a boy or a girl, the feeling of being mischievous is always the same.

Just be careful not to sing like a bratty kid.

As the melodious and soothing tune began, Mo Xueyao closed her eyes, temporarily forgetting all the audience members below the stage.

"I haven't forgotten you, but you've forgotten me. You even got my name wrong..."

Many people were surprised.

It's not that the singing is good, but that what looks like a boy at first glance is actually a girl!

Could the person next to them also be a cross-dresser?

Many people began to look forward to it.

Sure enough, when An Ruosu started singing, it was a male voice.

However, An Ruosu's voice is quite bright and doesn't have a melancholic feel, which gives the song a unique flavor.