A Young Woman's Heart

An Ruosu's face turned bright red instantly.

He hurriedly lowered his head and pushed Li Hongran away, saying, "You're disgusting."

"Hahaha—" Li Hongran looked completely unconcerned.

Actually, everyone could tell he was joking.

Because he doesn't like men, he doesn't mind making this kind of joke.

To use an imperfect analogy, it's like 'a straight body casts a straight shadow'!

But An Ruosu's reaction is a bit intriguing.

Mo Xueyao looked at him strangely for a few moments. A flash of inspiration crossed her mind, but it was fleeting, and she couldn't remember what she had just thought of.

After changing back into their original clothes, the students of Class 2, Grade 1 returned to their seats.

The New Year's Day cultural performance is still ongoing.

Perhaps it's because the new principal is very lenient in his review of all the programs, but this year's programs are more exciting than in previous years—that's what the senior students who walked by in the corridor said.

All sorts of ingenious ideas sparked a burst of inspiration when they collided.

Many of them are adaptations of classic masterpieces, but they have a completely different feel to them.

For example, the Cinderella performed by Class 1 of Senior Three is a story about being oppressed and then fighting back.

Cinderella put on her glass slipper, but instead of going to the prince's ball, she sold it to earn her first fortune. She then left her family to start her own business. Later, she sailed the seas and expanded her business all over the world, becoming a world-famous businesswoman. She even launched a protest movement to liberate all women.

"Women don't need to depend on others to live, and a woman's life shouldn't be about trying to please the powerful and wealthy. Women should strive to live independently and strongly. There should be no difference between men and women!"

They ended the play with these words.

There are a lot of plays this year.

But it's not boring at all.

Although the stories used classic tales at the beginning, they all deviated from the original structure later on, making people feel novel and exciting, and even giving them a sense of broadening their horizons.

Another class staged a Beauty and the Beast scene.

But the beautiful woman didn't wait for the prince who had turned into a frog to save her. Instead, she chose to break free of the cage that imprisoned her, slaying many monsters along the way, and finally piercing the heart of a beast.

There are no gods or emperors in the world; everything depends on oneself.

Although the line wasn't spoken at the end, the play itself embodied this line from beginning to end.

Moreover, the play was also very exciting, with few lines but lots of action.

The performer is said to be a girl who has practiced martial arts since childhood, and the others have also practiced a bit over the past month, which is enough for the villains.

The entire play was as exciting as a martial arts drama.

The final theatrical performance was absolutely brilliant.

This is Class 6 of Grade 11, where, under the personal guidance of their chemistry teacher Yao Gugu, they used various chemical reagents to simulate a magical feeling.

The story is the well-known "Little Red Riding Hood".

However, this Little Red Riding Hood is quite different from the one everyone knows, because she can use magic.

This is the story of Little Red Riding Hood, who has magic powers, and a hunter disguised as the Big Bad Wolf, outwitting each other.

Although it wasn't a martial arts fight scene, the dazzling lights and gorgeous special effects were incredibly stunning.

It was just like watching a movie.

Finally, Little Red Riding Hood was even suspended in mid-air by wires, releasing a large meteorite that crashed down on the hunter disguised as the Big Bad Wolf.

And indeed, meteorites did fall from the sky.

Even though we knew it was just a prop, it was still incredibly exciting.

"Thank you for the wonderful performance by Yao Qiao'er, who played Little Red Riding Hood." The host once again took to the stage.

"This year's New Year's Day cultural performance is also coming to an end."

"Please invite our principal to the stage to perform the closing act—"

"The song 'The Larger Size is China'!"

Mo Xueyao then realized that the principal was no longer in his seat.

This is the first time in recent years that the principal of Yukong High School has performed on stage.

The principal stood on the stage with a serious expression, waiting for the melody of the song to slowly begin.

Then he sang this classic TV drama theme song in Cantonese.

"Children—this is your home, the courtyard—elegant."

The New Year's Day cultural performance concluded with the principal's song.

Because the performance was so wonderful, everyone had a lot to talk about.

"Which show does Wanyan like?" Mo Xueyao asked.

"I like the ballet dancer."

"I like the one with Little Red Riding Hood!" Wang Jiale shouted, jumping up and down.

"Everyone, just go straight home after school! Be careful on the way, and don't linger anywhere else, understand?" Ye Wen shouted from beside the seats of the students in Class 2 of Grade 11.

"Yay—school's out right away—"

"School's out, school's out!"

The students shouted happily and left the school in twos and threes.

"Xiaoxiao, would you like to come to my house for dinner today?" Mo Xueyao invited.

"No, we still have to go to work tonight when business is busiest," Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head.

"Okay, then next time."

"Yes, there will be opportunities."

And so, Mo Xueyao returned to the fruit shop with Li Wanyan as always.

My father set up a table by the side door of the fruit shop, with some cold dishes and fruit on it.

My godfather was sitting at the doorway, smoking with his legs crossed. He looked even fatter, and his face was almost like a lump of dough.

"Godfather!" Mo Xueyao greeted him with delight, "What brings you here?"

"It's New Year's Day, so let's get together," the godfather laughed, his eyes almost squinting into slits. "How have you been lately?"

"Well, that's fine, not bad," Mo Xueyao replied.

"Is Wanyan settling in well?" Her godfather asked, looking at Li Wanyan again.

"It's fine." Li Wanyan nodded gently.

"Haha, come on, I brought you two some small gifts."

"Me... too?" Li Wanyan was slightly surprised.

"Of course, everyone gets one. That's fair. One earmuff for each person. It's cold in winter, and wearing earmuffs will prevent frostbite. Haha, I saw them on the street and thought they were cute, so I bought them. I don't know if you guys like them."

"Tch, why are they all pink?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, Uncle." Li Wanyan took a deep breath, seemingly touched.

……

Chapter Seven: Falling Snow and Wind, Never Tiring of the View

In the lingering, chilly wind, the ends of the earth are beyond reach.

The pine tree, though pressed down, has not yet been subdued; the rock, though struck, can temporarily hold it in place.

The quiet pavilion evokes poetic thoughts, while the long journey dispels travel-related sorrows.

On the north side of Mount Kongtong, I've long dreamed of building a jade mound.

……

"Jingle Bell--!"

On Monday morning, the alarm clock rang on time.

Mo Xueyao stretched out her fair little hand and slapped the alarm clock hard, then rolled over in bed, unwilling to get up.

But after thirty seconds, I suddenly woke up, glanced at the time on the alarm clock, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew... It's so cold." She shivered as she took the clothes from the bedside table and put them under the covers. Only then did she muster the courage to lift the covers.

Pushing open the door, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen. The simple exhaust fan on the ceiling was whirring. My mother had spent most of the weekend cleaning it with various cleaning tools, finally managing to clean it until it looked brand new, no longer covered in black grease.

After all, it's the new year, and the house has been completely cleaned up, making it look exceptionally clean and refreshing.

"You're up?" Her mother turned her head slightly to look at her. "Wash up and we'll have breakfast in a bit."

"Hmm, what are we having for breakfast this morning?" Mo Xueyao asked expectantly, her delicate nose twitching slightly.

"Stir-fried rice cakes with blue crabs".

"Where did these swimming crabs come from?!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed in shock. "Has our family become so wealthy that we can afford such expensive things for breakfast?"

"Have you forgotten? There's one leftover from New Year's Day. It'll go bad if we don't eat it soon." The mother vigorously tossed the pan. "How can you live like this? You're so careless."

"Tch—I thought we were done eating," Mo Xueyao said, her eyelids drooping. "Who knew there was still some left?"

What kind of soup would you like to have for breakfast? Seaweed soup or tomato and egg drop soup?

"Tomato and egg drop soup, I'll have it. It's sour and appetizing." She touched her flat stomach, turned and went into the bathroom. "Mom—where's my toothbrush?"

"How long have you been using that toothbrush? It's filthy, I'm throwing it away! Remember to wash your toothbrush after brushing your teeth from now on, understand?"

"It hasn't been used for long, has it...?" Mo Xueyao scratched her messy hair that she had slept through the night. "What about the new toothbrush?"

"Find it under the TV cabinet."