A Young Woman's Heart

“Some persistence is meaningless.” The principal shook his head.

"It's alright, Principal, I'll get him to the classroom safely!" Mo Xueyao quickly said to Duanmu Ji. Although she had also suggested that he go home to rest, since he insisted, she would naturally support his decision. "Come on, let me help you walk slowly."

"..." Duanmu Ji's body stiffened again, but he still obediently let Mo Xueyao support his arm and swayed as he walked towards the school.

The principal walked slowly behind the two, whether he was waiting to lend a hand or it was just his usual pace.

However, the two of them managed to get into the school without incident.

When they got inside the teaching building, Duanmu Ji refused to let Mo Xueyao see him off any further.

“I can walk by myself.” He said this, forcefully breaking free from her arm and staggering toward his classroom, looking as if he had a limp.

"Tch, what a show-off." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "He'll know how painful it is when he actually falls."

"Do you like him?" came the principal's voice from behind, a voice that seemed to be both smiling and not smiling.

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao grinned. "What do you mean, what do you mean?"

"The love of young people, if you don't try it, you might regret it when you grow up."

“…He and I are just friends, like best buddies,” Mo Xueyao said helplessly. “Principal, what are you thinking…”

"Hmm, pure friendship is good too." The principal nodded and turned to walk upstairs.

Mo Xueyao lowered her eyelids and muttered softly, "I didn't expect the principal to be so gossipy."

That's true. After all, the principal is human too, and it's normal for him to be curious.

But what did he mean by that just now?

Should we encourage students to date early?

In this day and age, puppy love is considered a terrible thing.

I don't know what the parents are thinking.

Dating is strictly prohibited during school hours, but once you graduate and start working, you'll be pressured to get married.

If you can't find someone, you'll end up on blind dates, which leads to all sorts of fragile marriages.

As a result, the divorce rate has become increasingly higher.

As Lu Xun said, if you don't treat children as human beings when they are young, they will not grow up to be human beings.

If you didn't have this experience when you were a child, how will you adapt when you grow up?

Many parents like to control their children, as if they were their private property.

However, the principal is quite open-minded.

His educational philosophy has always been to treat children as real 'people'.

With these thoughts in mind, Mo Xueyao walked into the classroom.

"Oh, Xiaoyao's here." Mr. Xue greeted her warmly, a rare occurrence for him.

"Good morning, Xiaoyao."

"Good morning! Xiaoxue looks quite energetic today," Mo Xueyao said with a smile as she placed her schoolbag on her chair.

"Hehe, it's rare to see snow on the ground. How about it? There's no one on the playground right now, want to go play in the snow?"

"Playing in the snow?" The two people, whose names both contained the character for snow, instantly reached a consensus. "Sure! Wanyan, want to come along?"

"Hmm...that works too." Li Wanyan thought for a moment and then replied.

"Let's go downstairs now, otherwise I won't want to go out after staying in the heating for too long." Mr. Snow immediately stood up and put on his gloves. "Shall we build a snowman or have a snowball fight?"

"Let's build a snowman first!" Mo Xueyao said eagerly.

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Chapter Fourteen: Building a Beautiful Snowman

Perhaps because of the snow, even the boarding students didn't get up for their morning exercise.

The playground of Yukong High School looked very quiet.

There wasn't a single footprint on the snow, just like a pristine, unpolluted land.

When Mo Xueyao and her two companions arrived, they disrupted the tranquility, but also added a touch of life.

"rustle."

The sound of footsteps in the snow was pleasant, like an invisible hand cleaning my ears.

"Look over there, it's snowing lightly! The snow is thickest on the basketball hoop!"

“There are quite a few on the leaves too.” Mr. Snow nodded. “We should build the snowman in a place where it won’t be easily damaged and won’t bother other people.”

"Then let's pile them up over there," Mo Xueyao said, pointing to a section extending out from the oval playground.

This area is generally used as the starting and finishing point for long-distance running.

There will definitely be no PE class on a snowy day, and most people won't walk there anyway, so it won't bother anyone. The key is that once it's cleared, it becomes a flat open space, which is also very convenient for building a snowman.

“Sure.” Mr. Xue nodded. “There’s plenty of snow over there too, so we won’t have to worry about not having enough materials to build a snowman.”

"Haaah!" Mo Xueyao grabbed a handful of snow from a nearby evergreen tree and gently rolled it into a ball. "Ah, so cold!"

"Of course it's cold without gloves. How about I give you mine?" Mr. Xue said, taking off his gloves.

"No need, no need. Only by not wearing gloves can you experience the most realistic touch!" Mo Xueyao said with a mischievous smile, and suddenly threw a snowball at Mr. Xue.

The snowball exploded with a 'pop' on his head, splattering soft snowflakes all over his head, making him look somewhat comical.

Just as Mo Xueyao was feeling smug, she was also shot in the forehead, but the snowflake didn't explode. She covered her forehead in pain: "Hey, Wanyan, don't squeeze the snowball too tightly, or it will turn into an ice block!"

"Oh..." Wanyan nodded, seemingly having little experience with snowball fights.

Mr. Xue wiped the snowflakes off his head, bent down and made a snowball, then suddenly threw it at her, just like she did.

Mo Xueyao dodged to the side and laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha, you can't hit me!"

"Hey!" But to her surprise, Mr. Xue had two snowballs. Just as Mo Xueyao was feeling smug, another snowball hit her in the chest, making her shiver. She quickly jumped up and shook off the snowflakes.

"Insidious!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed in dissatisfaction, only to be attacked by Li Wanyan, "Fine, you two against me, watch out for my continuous snowball attacks!"

Mo Xueyao quickly made ten small snowballs and threw them at the two of them.

Although they dodged some of them, they were still inevitably hit.

Seeing that they were planning a counterattack, Mo Xueyao immediately ran away.

The three of them ran and had a snowball fight on the snow-covered playground, and soon arrived at the place where they had agreed to build a snowman.

"Whew, it's getting a little hot." Mo Xueyao said, touching her red little hands. "Alright, alright, stop fooling around, let's build a snowman!"

"What kind of shape do you want to create?" Mr. Xue asked.

"Since we're going to pile things up, let's pile something different," Li Wanyan suggested.

"Build a person?" Mo Xueyao said, suddenly clenching her right fist and slapping her left palm. "I've got it! How about we build an Ultraman?"

"Ahem." Li Wanyan's expression was slightly embarrassed.

“Oh—that’s fine! It’s just that there are no pictures right now, so I can’t refer to them.” Mr. Xue, however, was eager to try. “Let me think… what does Ultraman look like in my memory…”

"Oh, Mr. Xue also likes Ultraman?" Mo Xueyao asked excitedly, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"I was very interested in it when I was a kid, but I haven't watched it in a long time," Mr. Xue said with a smile. "How about we do something more thoughtful?"

"What do you mean, how about it?"

"How about a female Ultraman?"

"Mother of Ultra?"

"Almost? But slightly different." Mr. Snow pondered, stroking his chin. "Let me think, I want to build a rough human shape out of snow, and then sculpt it into a real like a sculpture."

"That sounds interesting!" Mo Xueyao nodded vigorously. "Let's get started!"

Although building an Ultraman snowman seemed a bit awkward, Li Wanyan didn't have any objections. After all, what's the harm in building something?

Since it's just for fun, don't worry about such trivial things. The most important thing is that everyone is happy and having fun.

Without further ado, the three of them began collecting the snow and piling it up in a small cleared area.

"Build a base first, so it won't easily collapse," Mr. Xue instructed.

"Xiaoxue can also sculpt?"

"No, I just learned it from a book, I know a little bit about it," Mr. Xue replied modestly, but judging from his movements, he was clearly quite skilled.

Even if you haven't carved large ones, you must have carved small ones, right?

At first, I simply stacked up a large, irregular cube, which was about the same height as Mr. Xue.

Then, based on this, use your hands as tools to shape a rough human figure.

Although Mo Xueyao can draw, her drawings are mostly in a cartoon style. In comparison, Mr. Xue is obviously more professional. He knows a lot about human anatomy and 'carves' the snowman according to human anatomy.

Before long, a slender woman appeared in front of the three of them.

To emphasize that the other party was Ultraman, Mr. Snow added some more snow and made some subtle muscles to increase the sense of power.

Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan were basically doing the work, making minor modifications according to Mr. Xue's instructions.

Finally, the most difficult part was the face.

Fortunately, Ultraman always wears a mask, so their faces are much simpler than those of real people.

The number of people on the playground gradually increased, and it was clear that many students had come to build snowmen and have snowball fights on this snowy day.

For people in the south, snow is a rare treat; there are only a few days a year when it snows.

This makes snowy days all the more special.

Many people saw the snowman that Mo Xueyao and the others were building and gathered around.

Some people recognized it as Ultraman, but others thought it didn't look like him.