A Young Woman's Heart

The school uniform of Yukong High School is still bad. Although it looks good, it is not convenient for Mo Xueyao at all.

After getting dressed, you still have to comb your hair, which takes quite a while, even if it's just a simple ponytail.

So many students who are late for school will just leave home and then tie their hair up in the car or when they get to school.

If you're tying your hair up at home, some people with obsessive-compulsive tendencies might feel compelled to sweep up any hair that falls onto the floor with the comb, which can take quite a while.

"I'm going downstairs now," Mo Xueyao said to Li Wanyan, who was still changing clothes, as she put on her canvas shoes.

"Ah."

Li Wanyan was combing her hair in front of the mirror. She meticulously combed her hair neatly, and swept her bangs back. The pimples on her forehead had subsided, leaving only a light-colored mark, which would probably disappear completely after a while.

Before leaving, she pushed open the master bedroom door again and found that Mo Xueyao's mother had fallen asleep again. The hot water on the bedside table was half-drunk, so she refilled the glass, put it back on the bedside table, and then slowly closed the door and left.

Downstairs, Mo Xueyao was already waiting there with an umbrella. It was a little before six o'clock. Because of the rain, the sky looked somewhat gloomy, and there were not many people at the bus stop, making the whole city seem particularly deserted.

"Wanyan, actually I quite like it this way. It feels like there aren't many people in the city."

“That’s just a city you’ve seen a lot of when it’s crowded.” Li Wanyan turned her head and looked at the vendors at the bus stop. “Want to buy breakfast?”

"Hmm... go ahead and buy it. We can eat it slowly in the car."

These green mobile vendors are actually part of a chain, and you can see them near many bus stops.

They are selling so-called nutritious breakfasts.

I don't know if it's nutritious or not, but it's definitely not very oily or fatty.

They are all steamed or boiled, the only one that can be deep-fried is zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

Mo Xueyao bought a black rice cake and a cup of black rice porridge, which cost a total of one yuan and fifty cents.

The main problem is that black rice porridge is expensive; it costs a dollar a cup.

Li Wanyan bought fried rice dumplings and soy milk.

This type of zongzi has no filling; it's specifically designed for deep-frying. Although you can also deep-fry zongzi with meat, those are larger and cost 50 cents more because they contain meat.

The taste isn't necessarily much better than the small rice dumplings that are specifically deep-fried.

Amidst the falling raindrops, a double-decker bus slowly pulled into the station and came to a stop.

"Oh, it's a double-decker bus today, that's rare!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed in surprise, rushing forward first and dropping a coin inside.

Besides the two of them, there was only one other office worker on the bus. There were hardly any people on the bus, and the second floor was completely empty.

Mo Xueyao excitedly ran up to the second floor and sat in the seat corresponding to the driver downstairs: "Haha, I loved riding in this kind of car when I was a kid! The view is so open, it feels so comfortable! Eating breakfast here makes the food taste so much better!"

Li Wanyan smiled slightly and sat down beside her, watching Mo Xueyao open the window in front of her, letting the misty rain drift in.

The bus moved forward in the rain, and sitting on the second floor made one feel as if they were on a flying vehicle—if you ignored the lower level.

The ordinariness of life does not prevent people from giving wings to their imagination. If a person does not have a rich imagination and only sees the most realistic reality, then his life must be very tiring.

"Da da da".

It was the sound of raindrops constantly hitting the roof of the car.

The rain intensified, the sound of raindrops transforming into drumbeats, carrying the rhythm and cadence of nature.

Mo Xueyao began to hum along to this natural melody:

"Hmm~ Hmm~"

"Dong dong dong deng, dong dong dong."

"Lulu lulu lulu lulu~"

"The notes of fine rain drifted down from the sky—"

Not content with just humming, Mo Xueyao spontaneously composed lyrics:

Life is like a wheel, constantly repeating itself, but it doesn't go on forever.

The sound of rain echoed across the sky, resounding far and wide.

Life's journey has only one and only destination; I just hope that when we arrive, we can still wear a bright smile~ Hehe, la la la la~

"The sun rises every day, a day comes and then rushes by~ Even when everything comes to an end, time will not stop. Since everything has a beginning, it must also have an end, la la la~"

Li Wanyan bit into a golden-brown, crispy fried rice dumpling, listening quietly and gazing at the rain outside, lost in thought.

Every gathering means parting, so will there be a day when she and Mo Xueyao part ways?

……

Chapter 226 Credit Card

It was just a light rain in the early morning, and it gradually stopped by the time the first class of the morning started.

However, the students were still happy because it rained in the morning, so Monday's morning assembly was held in the classroom.

Of course, for the students in Class 2 of Grade 11, their happiness was only temporary; the rest of the morning's classes were quite 'painful'.

Two consecutive Chinese classes followed by two consecutive English classes.

After class, Mo Xueyao lay on the table, not even wanting to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

Huang Yuxi, who was standing next to her, gently nudged her arm and handed her a whiteboard: "Aren't you going to eat lunch?"

"Ugh, I don't have the energy to eat. I feel so tired. Right now, my mind is filled with the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion and English lyrics. My head is throbbing."

"You have to memorize the entire Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion, and copy it three times!" Hua Yinyin stretched out a big yawn. "I've almost memorized it!"

"So fast?" Mo Xueyao looked at her in surprise.

"Hmph, of course. As long as you understand the meaning, memorizing it is quite easy—much simpler than mathematical formulas."

"Mathematical formulas are easy to memorize once you understand their meaning."

"The problem is I can't understand it!" Hua Yinyin muttered, pouting.

This morning, the first two periods of Chinese class were spent learning "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion". However, this does not mean that we have reached the fifth unit. In fact, the teacher sometimes skips parts of the text during class, and after learning the next part, the teacher will jump back to the original progress and continue learning.

Perhaps it's to allow for a gradual transition between modern and classical Chinese.

After all, it can be quite tiring to keep studying classical Chinese.

(PS: The entire text uses the old version of the People's Education Press textbook. As I said before, even though it's just a paragraph, some people still jump out and say, 'Isn't this junior high school content?' I feel like these people must have suffered a serious brain trauma.)

"Xiao Yao, let's eat! You won't have the energy to continue studying if you don't eat!" Hua Yinyin pulled Mo Xueyao up, and Li Wanyan nodded silently beside her.

By now, the boys who ran fast had all disappeared, and the girls who were rushing to eat had all gone to the corridor, leaving only a few people in the classroom.

The thought of having to wait in a long line again made Mo Xueyao lose all motivation to eat.

The cafeteria at Yukong High School isn't small, but it still seems a bit small compared to the large number of high school students.

After all, there weren't that many classes when it was built.

Back then, there were only three classes per grade. Now, their first year of high school has seven classes!

Of course, this is also related to the relatively low admission score of Yukong High School.

As an ordinary high school, its admission scores are generally among the lowest, only a few dozen points higher than the best vocational high schools.

In other words, as long as you can pass every subject, you can barely get into Yukong High School.

Normally, a poor high school like this would have very bad discipline. Fortunately, although Yukong High School has a low admission score, it usually gives priority to girls. And no matter which principal it is, they all manage discipline in different ways.

The previous principal used strict management, while this one uses a gentler approach, which has proven to be more effective.

Of course, it depends on the person. If they are not competent enough, using the current principal's management style will only make the school more chaotic.

The four arrived at the cafeteria and, as expected, there was already a long queue. Only one window with less appealing food had fewer people.

Mo Xueyao hesitated, wondering whether she should go there in line.

Although she's not a picky eater, she does have her own preferences, and she really doesn't like things like white radishes...

If she had a choice, she definitely wouldn't eat white radish.

The less crowded window served dishes she didn't particularly like—stewed pork ribs with white radish, stir-fried pumpkin, and cured duck leg.

None of these three dishes appealed to her.

"I'll just join this line..." she muttered lazily, wondering if half an hour would have passed by the time she got to the front of the line.

Half an hour is certainly impossible, but fifteen minutes is still possible.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up when she saw the boy standing at the front of the line.

Although he wasn't in my class, he was someone I knew.

"Xiao Ji!" Mo Xueyao called out, then ran out of the line and walked up to him. "Could you get me one?"

"You want to cut in line?" Duanmu Ji asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, just get me one. I'm too lazy to queue. I'll go find a seat first. Here you go!" Mo Xueyao shoved the meal ticket into his hand without saying a word. "Aren't we brothers? If we're brothers, we'll do each other a favor."

“…Oh.” Duanmu Ji put Mo Xueyao’s meal ticket in his pocket and continued to look ahead, but when she turned around to find a seat, he secretly glanced at her several times.

"Wanyan, I'll go find a seat. You guys can wait in line first."

"Ugh, that's so mean, Yao Yao is slacking off!"

"Tch, if you're so capable, why don't you slack off too?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and found a seat by the window.

This is a four-person seat. She was worried that someone might sit here, since the view here is particularly good, the dining experience is very comfortable, and it's not easy to be affected by people walking around.

But to her surprise, no one came to sit next to her.

Is it because the school beauty's aura is too dazzling that others are too embarrassed to approach her?

That's possible...

After all, people are self-aware.

Boys will feel inferior if they are not handsome enough in front of girls who are too beautiful.

The girls, on the other hand, would feel ashamed of themselves—of course, these are the opinions of strangers.