A Young Woman's Heart

Chapter Ten: Mo Yan's Books

Mo Xueyao, who was carefully examining each piece of furniture, was completely unaware of what Li Wanyan and Gao Yuan were talking about; she was simply strolling slowly through the classroom.

If you look closely, you'll find that there's actually quite a bit of furniture.

Is there a small sofa with a fixed design that you sink into when you sit down?

There are also more formally made fabric sofas.

There are small tea tables made of wood, and small tables made of iron pipes and wires—this one is probably used to place some tea and snacks while sunbathing.

There are also small bookshelves that look low but have hidden features, with many drawers.

Wardrobes, dining tables, bedside tables... all kinds of furniture are available.

Putting all of these into one home would definitely make it feel very fulfilling.

Although this house wasn't built for her to live in, Mo Xueyao was already looking forward to it.

If I have the chance, I'll definitely stay there a few times.

After all, she contributed to the construction of that home, though perhaps not a great deal.

At 12:40, the bell rang precisely on time.

The free lunch break is over; now it's time for the indoor lunch break.

Of course, if something really happens, you don't have to go back to the classroom.

After a busy noon, everyone was a little tired, so they packed up their tools and returned to the classroom.

The homeroom teacher was sitting in the classroom, holding a novel and reading it. The cover had the words "Big Breasts and Wide Hips" written on it.

The author is Mo Yan, and I don't think I've heard of Mo Xueyao, who isn't very well-known in the literary world.

Anyway, it doesn't seem like a serious novel...

But since Ye Wen brought it to the classroom so openly, it's probably just that the name is strange, but the content is actually very serious?

The other students who saw the cover also started talking amongst themselves, chuckling as they chatted, as if they were sharing something secret and interesting.

"Hey—Yaoyao, look! Wen is reading pornographic novels in public!" Wang Jiale shouted in a low voice.

"...Don't assume it's pornographic just because of the title, okay?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "It should be a proper book, right? Our homeroom teacher isn't that kind of person."

"Oh, is that so?" Wang Jiale asked innocently.

“Well, how could anyone actually watch something like that in public? Even male teachers wouldn’t, let alone female teachers,” Mo Xueyao replied matter-of-factly.

"That makes sense."

And that was the end of it.

Clearly, Wang Jiale was simply curious or looking for a topic to chat about.

After spending so much time together, Mo Xueyao realized that Wang Jiale was truly the most innocent among the girls. Even if the other girls kept it to themselves, they at least understood many things, even more than the boys who talked a big game.

After all, girls tend to mature earlier.

But Wang Jiale is different; she is truly pure...

Many times, Mo Xueyao could understand what people were saying after a short pause, but Wang Jiale would still not understand what those words meant even after half a day.

Indoor lunch break is a time for students to calm down and focus. Otherwise, if classes start right after lunch break, most students, especially boys who have just finished exercising and are covered in sweat, will definitely be distracted if they start class before their heart rate has stabilized.

"Ugh, it's so hot! Open the window! Open the window!" Li Hongran, wearing only a thin short-sleeved shirt, fanned herself vigorously and shouted, "Xiaoxue, open the window! It's so hot!"

"No way!" Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head and glared at him. "Li Hongran, do you want us to freeze to death?"

"It's not cold, why turn the heating on so high... It's too hot..." Li Hongran said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"If it's hot, go outside and get some fresh air," said Tang Sishi, the math class representative sitting in front of An Ruosu, with dissatisfaction.

“That’s right, that’s right.” The other girls chimed in.

They hadn't exercised during their lunch break, so they weren't hot at all, and the classroom heating was just right for everyone.

Only the boys who went down to play basketball were screaming in pain, as if they were in an oven.

"Damn it, why should we go out? This classroom belongs to everyone, and we've already opened the windows for ventilation, okay?" Li Hongran protested.

"Boys who are too hot can go outside to cool off." Ye Wen, sitting on the podium, put down her book and said in an unquestionable tone.

When the homeroom teacher spoke, Li Hongran immediately fell silent. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and go outside to cool off.

Several other boys, all of whom were quite tall, also went outside because it was too hot.

I don't know if it was because I was tall that I started playing basketball, or if I became tall because I played basketball.

Perhaps it's a reciprocal relationship?

While thinking, Mo Xueyao took out the homework assigned by the teacher in the morning from her schoolbag and started writing.

Teachers at Yukong High School don't assign homework until after school ends; unless they forget, they assign it during break time.

Students can use their various breaks to complete their assignments.

Of course, you can also write about less important elective courses.

For example, history lessons are like comedy sketches...

Mo Xueyao was used to finishing most of her homework at school, so that she only needed to finish the remaining small portion when she got home.

This will free up a lot of time to do what you want to do.

Whether you want to read extracurricular books, go out to play, or simply be lazy and daydream, it's all fine.

Mo Xueyao's least favorite thing is to dawdle.

Doing things as quickly as possible is the most time-efficient way to save time.

"What is Yaoyao writing?" Wang Jiale asked as he secretly reached into Mo Xueyao's desk to touch the sugar candy.

"English."

"Oh... I've finished writing it, can you let me check the answers?"

"Are you sure it's the correct answer or just copied?" Mo Xueyao teased.

"Hmph, I'm not going to copy the answers for English. Maybe I'll find some mistakes by Haruka later?"

"Even though you're the English class representative, our English test scores are actually about the same..."

"That's because I was careless, careless!" Wang Jiale immediately retorted, after all, English was the only subject she could rival Mo Xueyao in.

"Okay, later."

"By the way, Yaoyao, have you done your math homework?"

"I finished writing it by the end of the third class. Today's math wasn't difficult."

"Really... Ah, the difficulty level of Yao Yao is different from that of a mere mortal like me..." Wang Jiale said weakly, "Waaah, why is math so difficult for me!"

“Because you always try to memorize formulas by rote…” Mo Xueyao said helplessly, “The most important thing is logical understanding. Mathematics is a science, not a humanities subject.”

"I can't do it at all." Wang Jiale looked dejected, and didn't even want to touch the sugar candy anymore.

Lunch break is a more relaxed time than self-study periods.

The classroom is noisy, or people are walking around, but the homeroom teacher doesn't care.

As long as it's not too excessive, it's fine.

So right now it's like a vegetable market, with noise everywhere you look.

But Mo Xueyao adapted very well.

Or perhaps it was precisely this noise that made her feel at ease. Without the noise, doing her homework in an absolutely quiet environment, she felt completely at ease.

Gao Yuan raised his eyebrows at Li Wanyan with a cheeky grin: "Class monitor, can I borrow your math copy today?"

"Huh?" The class monitor's expression hardened. "You don't want to live anymore?"

"Ahem, I'm not a good person, so isn't it my duty to help good people..."

"If you copied my homework, you're not a good person."

"Damn, only bad guys can copy homework?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll play the bad guy."

"You dare?" Li Wanyan glanced at him sideways. "Teacher Ye Wen is up there."

"Sigh, life is so painful, I even have to write the math problems myself..."

"Of course you have to write it yourself, otherwise whose will you copy during the exam?" Li Wanyan said seriously. "Just ask me if you don't understand."

"But I feel like I don't understand any of the questions."

"...Who told you not to pay attention in class?"

"It's because the math teacher talks too fast! If I space out for even a second, I can't understand anything!" Gao Yuan said, pounding his chest in frustration. "But math class is so boring, it's impossible to concentrate for long!"

"...Then what don't you understand?"

"I only understand the beginning of this unit."

Li Wanyan said, both amused and annoyed, "Fine, I'll teach you now, starting with what you don't understand."

"Ah... okay."

"Tsk tsk, you're lucky, a beautiful woman is teaching you." Liu Xiaowei, who was still restless sitting by the podium, turned around and teased.

"What, aren't math teachers beautiful women?" Ye Wen asked with a smile, joining the conversation.

Liu Xiaowei didn't feel embarrassed at all about the teacher's involvement, and replied quite casually, "Although the math teacher is a beautiful woman, she seems terrifying, like a beast in a beautiful woman's skin."

"Yes, I will relay your words verbatim." Ye Wen nodded.

"Hey, Wen, you betrayed me!" Liu Xiaowei shouted in a panic. "Then I don't need to come to school tomorrow, right?"

"why?"

"I reckon I'll get beaten to death on my way home from school."