A Young Woman's Heart

Some say it's the Mother of Ultra, but they feel the horns are not made correctly.

The three of them ignored it and focused on finishing the 'Ultraman' snowman.

Just as the bell, symbolizing the deadline for arriving at school, rang, the three of them finally finished building their snowman.

When Mo Xueyao turned around, she saw footprints all over the playground, as well as strangely shaped snowmen piled up in various places.

The once pristine snow had become dirty, and many places were unintentional to be visited.

"Finally finished." Mo Xueyao looked at the final product with great satisfaction—a life-sized Ultraman snowman.

To be precise, she's a female Ultraman.

It's a modified version that seems to have incorporated some elements, but it's definitely quite good-looking.

Even her shapely figure is quite alluring.

"They might be gone by the time we get here," Li Wanyan said.

"No way, most people wouldn't destroy such a nice snowman, would they?" Mr. Snow said, breathing warm air into his palm.

Mo Xueyao was quite easygoing: "It doesn't matter, a snowman is destined to melt anyway."

"That's true, so let's just let things take their course," Mr. Xue said with a carefree laugh. "Shall we go back to the classroom?"

"Ah."

Although the bell rang urgently, the three of them still couldn't walk too fast, and even walked slower than when they came.

It's impossible to run.

If I slipped and fell on the way here, it wouldn't have mattered much, at most my clothes would just get a little wet. But now the snow is all trampled and dirty, if I slip and fall again, my clothes will probably be filthy.

The three of them finally made it across the slippery playground and into the teaching building. Only then could they run as fast as they could and manage to get back to the classroom before the second bell rang.

The group leader is already collecting Chinese homework.

However, Mo Xueyao noticed that a few of her homework assignments seemed to be missing from her desk.

"What about my chemistry?" Mo Xueyao muttered, flipping through her notebook.

Wang Jiale tilted his head: "Hmm...it seems like Li Hongran copied it?"

"And what about math?"

"I don't know about that."

"Who copied this... without even telling me?" Mo Xueyao complained. "Li Hongran—where's my homework!"

"Huh? Oh, it seems Chen Cheng copied your homework."

Mo Xue stormed off to find Chen Cheng again.

Where is my homework?

"Xiaoyao, are you looking for your homework?" At this moment, Ye Wen, who had been ignored by Mo Xueyao and was already sitting in front of the podium, looked up and said, "I collected it. Since you weren't in the classroom, your homework was copied by others."

"Um, thank you, teacher..."

"Take good care of your homework next time, so that others don't copy it." Ye Wen winked mischievously. "Even if you lend it to someone, lend it to someone reliable."

"Ahem." Mo Xueyao scratched her head awkwardly.

Ye Wen lowered her voice and said, "I heard from other teachers that many boys have the same answers as you in their homework."

"Huh? Really?" Mo Xueyao blurted out, "I told them not to copy everything... Ah..."

"Ahem, it's good to be helpful, but sometimes helping someone for a short time can harm them for a lifetime," Ye Wen said earnestly. "By the way, where did you, the class monitor, and the vice class monitor go? I've been looking for you for ages."

"Ah... well, because it snowed, we went to build a snowman."

"Pfft, kids will always be kids." Ye Wen patted her head and handed her the workbook with a smile. "By the way, the theme for this month's blackboard bulletin has been decided. It's about dreams. Find some time to finish the assignment, okay?"

"Ugh—" Mo Xueyao said dejectedly, "How come we still have to draw blackboard newspapers this month when winter vacation is almost here?"

"What are you talking about? There are still two weeks left before winter break, so of course we still need it this month."

Mo Xueyao pouted and nodded helplessly: "Once it's all done, everyone's on holiday. Who's going to come and see it... Oh well, what can I do? I'm the publicity officer..."

The propaganda committee member has the least power but the most troublesome job, and is considered, along with the life committee member, a typical example of a thankless task.

At least the student life committee member can keep an eye on the students on duty, but the publicity committee member... can only take care of himself.

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Chapter Fifteen: Not Wanting to Leave the Heating Center When It's Below Zero (Part 1)

January 5, 2000, Wednesday, heavy snow.

The lowest temperature is -4 degrees Celsius, and the highest temperature is -2 degrees Celsius.

For the South, this is already considered bitterly cold.

The heavy snow falling on me no longer felt cool and refreshing, but rather a bone-chilling cold.

Even sitting on the bus felt like being abandoned in a freezing cold.

And they weren't wearing any warm clothing at all.

Cotton skirts, thick tights, and cashmere coats offer very limited protection in this temperature.

She basically had to rely on willpower to get out of the carriage and face the even lower temperature outside.

I ran into Duanmu Ji again today, but I also bumped into Zhou Yong, so the person helping him up was Zhou Yong instead of Mo Xueyao.

Duanmu Ji's fever hadn't subsided and seemed to have gotten worse. When he got to the school gate, he couldn't even stand up, and Zhou Yong could barely carry him by himself.

It was thanks to Mo Xueyao's help that he was able to be carried into the infirmary.

In this cold weather, Duanmu Ji was burning like a blazing furnace, which was quite unusual.

The school nurse arrived at the school early and was boiling water. When she saw the two of them helping Duanmu Ji in, she was startled, clearly not expecting a student to be brought in so early in the morning.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Ms. Su, a petite teacher from the medical office, as she placed the back of her hand on Duanmu Ji's forehead. "He has a fever?"

"Yes, he had a fever yesterday, and it seems he hasn't taken any medicine since he got home. Now his fever is even higher," Mo Xueyao replied. "Teacher Su, should we take him to the hospital?"

"If it's over 40 degrees Celsius, we have to take him to the hospital..." Su Yuqing muttered softly, taking a thermometer from the sterilizer next to her. "Put him on the hospital bed."

“Okay.” Upon hearing this, Zhou Yong immediately squatted down. “Mo Xueyao, could you please lift his arm while I lift his leg?”

“Hmm.” Mo Xueyao naturally put her arm under Duanmu Ji’s armpit and lifted him up, while Zhou Yong used his strength on the lower half. Together, the two of them lifted him onto the hospital bed.

After supporting him for so long, Mo Xueyao was already panting heavily. She didn't know why, but ever since she took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, she felt like she was getting weaker and weaker.

Fortunately, she should be able to stop eating rice after finishing it in January, otherwise Mo Xueyao would have seriously doubted whether she would be able to carry even half a bag of rice in the future.

Su Yuqing helped straighten Duanmu Ji's body, then gently leaned down and softly pried open his mouth: "Open your mouth—ah—lift your tongue~"

Although Duanmu Ji was unsteady on his feet and his consciousness was somewhat blurred, he still instinctively raised his tongue.

So Su Yuqing put the thermometer under his tongue and took it out after a while.

"How is it?" Zhou Yong asked with concern.

"Thirty-nine degrees Celsius isn't particularly serious, but it's still quite high. Let's give him some fever-reducing medicine and apply some ice packs to see if the temperature goes down. If not, we'll have to take him to the hospital." Su Yuqing said, opening the first-aid kit and starting to look for the necessary medications. "Ah, you can go back to the classroom now. I'll take care of things here."

"Okay, thank you, teacher." Zhou Yong quickly bowed and thanked him.

Mo Xueyao also bowed to express her gratitude, and the two then left the medical office together.

"Sigh, that Duanmu Ji guy is really a handful." Zhou Yong stretched his arms. "I didn't expect him to be so thin, yet he's quite heavy."

"It's alright," Mo Xueyao said, trying to sound tough despite feeling the weight.

In the short walk back to the classroom, Mo Xueyao's meager sweat dried completely. The dried sweat was icy cold, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped into the warm classroom.

Heating can remove that damp and cold feeling, making the air relatively dry, and clothes will dry quickly.

Li Wanyan, unusually, bought a takeout bowl of soup noodles today and is eating it in small bites at her seat.

"Oh, Wanyan's having noodle soup today?"

"Hmm, pickled mustard tuber and shredded pork noodles. In this cold weather, noodles are definitely the warmest option," Li Wanyan said with a smile.

Mo Xueyao rubbed her stomach: "Luckily I ate breakfast, otherwise I would have gotten hungry from watching all that."

"Oh dear... Damn it..." At this moment, Hua Yinyin, who was sitting on the other side, was struggling to reach behind her back to grab something, but she couldn't find it no matter what she did.

Mo Xueyao then noticed that she had arrived at school. Because she hadn't greeted her in that special way today, she hadn't noticed at all.

"Hua Yinyin, what are you doing?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

"Damn it... I specially wore a tank top today... but the strap came undone... Little Yao Yao, help me quickly!" Hua Yinyin said anxiously, not knowing whether her arms were too short or her breasts were too big, but she couldn't reach them no matter what.

The thick school uniform could no longer contain those devilishly good-looking breasts, which were now bouncing around like jelly, looking incredibly bouncy.

"Solve it yourself." Mo Xueyao was happy to see her suffer.

I plan to wait until I've laughed enough before helping her find the tape.

But to everyone's surprise, Hua Yinyin lunged at him with bared teeth and claws as soon as she heard that.

Mo Xueyao was caught off guard and had no time to react before Hua Yinyin circled behind her and skillfully tugged at Mo Xueyao's belt.

Okay, now both of their straps have slipped down.

Mo Xueyao, who had been wearing a tank top all this time, shivered and suddenly felt a stinging sensation as her chest rubbed against the fabric of her clothes.

When we were boys, we always wore clothes like this, and men's clothes were of lower quality than women's clothes, but we never felt any discomfort.

But now I've discovered that these clothes are actually quite rough.

"Hmph! Then let's hurt each other!" Hua Yinyin grabbed Mo Xueyao and pushed her onto a nearby desk, almost knocking over Li Wanyan's soup noodles.

"Can you two stop fooling around?" Li Wanyan said calmly. "You're both so old, yet you're still acting like children."

"Hehe, class monitor~" Hua Yinyin chuckled mischievously, her gaze falling on Li Wanyan's neck, then she released Mo Xueyao with great disappointment. "What? The class monitor isn't wearing a tank top. I'm so disappointed."

Taking advantage of the moment when Hua Yinyin loosened her grip, Mo Xueyao darted to the side, reached behind her back, lifted her suspenders, and re-tied a bow.