A Young Woman's Heart

Standing at the school gate in the early morning.

This should have been a standoff, but it now seems rather strange.

Mr. Xue called the three of them over, sat them down by the flower bed, opened his schoolbag, and took out a red copy of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong".

“We must look at everything with a dialectical perspective. In a sense, your existence is reasonable, but that doesn’t mean it’s right.” Mr. Xue calmly looked at the three of them. “Do you know why you’ve become like this?”

"Why?" the blond-haired man asked stupidly.

"What do you want to say? Don't talk nonsense, what are you pretending to be so profound about?" The green-haired thug looked like he was about to make a move.

"So do you know why you want to take action now?"

"what?"

"Sometimes, you may not need to study the knowledge in the textbooks, but you should study many life philosophies or social principles. This book of Mao Zedong's Selected Works contains explanations for many phenomena in modern society."

Mo Xue looked at Mr. Xue from afar, not knowing what he was saying. She saw the three thugs slowly sit down next to him. At first, they were arguing fiercely, not knowing whether they were discussing or refuting each other, but they gradually quieted down and listened to Mr. Xue.

This is so exaggerated, it's like brainwashing.

Does this mean turning enemies into friends?

Mo Xueyao wanted to get closer to hear what they were saying, but she had an instinctive aversion to thugs, so she ultimately stayed behind and didn't go near them.

"So early today?" The middle-aged man in the security guard uniform staggered to the school gate, yawning widely. "I just got up..."

"Good morning, Uncle," Mo Xueyao greeted with a smile.

"Good morning... what's the deal with those thugs?"

"Oh...it doesn't seem aggressive—at least not for now," Mo Xueyao muttered, giving them a strange look.

"Come on in, you must be tired standing outside," the security guard said, opening the small iron gate. "I'll go buy some breakfast."

Meanwhile, Mr. Xue, with his rosy lips and white teeth, also stood up to say goodbye to his three new 'friends'.

"Mr. Xue, when can we find you?"

"When school is over."

"Let's talk again after school today!" the purple-haired hoodlum said excitedly. "We weren't finished talking earlier."

"Okay, see you after school." Mr. Xue grinned, patted the three of them on the shoulders, and then turned and left.

Mo Xueyao seriously doubted whether he could become a political commissar if he were placed in wartime.

Having no interest in politics whatsoever, she naturally hadn't read this anthology.

In fact, as someone born in a peaceful era, and whose parents experienced the events of the 1960s, I have a great disdain for politics.

She believes politics is dirty and doesn't like to get involved in it; being an ordinary person is enough for her.

In reality, politics is everywhere; it's just a matter of scale.

Mr. Xue clearly understood this much better than she did.

"Xiaoxue, what were you talking to them about just now?" Mo Xueyao parked the car in the parking garage and rushed to Mr. Xue's side, putting her hand on his shoulder and asking.

"It's nothing, I just explained some principles."

"Really? They'd actually listen?"

“As long as we find something that interests them, that's fine. They really like political and military stuff.” Mr. Xue put his hands in his pockets. “Do you want to hear more?”

"Forget it, I'm not really interested in that kind of thing. Military matters are fine, but politics... well, they're all dirty."

"Not entirely. In fact, there are still many aspects of our country's politics that are for the benefit of ordinary people. The truly most corrupt are the commercial empires of capitalists."

"Hey, are you trying to say that no merchant is without guile?" Mo Xueyao was not happy, because her family now owned a fruit shop and were considered part of the merchant class.

"Businessmen are beneficial to society, but capitalists are not necessarily, especially those capitalists whose size is so large that they can even be called zaibatsu." Mr. Xue glanced at Mo Xueyao. "The economic collapse of the Soviet Union, the economic crisis in Japan, and the real masterminds behind the manipulation of the United States were mostly such capitalists."

Are all capitalists bad?

“Even if a person isn’t bad, once capital is established, everything will no longer be affected by the creator himself. If he’s not ruthless enough, he’ll be replaced—capitalists have always been bloodsuckers.” Mr. Xue spoke eloquently, and Mo Xueyao, who didn’t know much about this, couldn’t say anything to refute it. She could only nod thoughtfully—in reality, she didn’t understand much at all.

Her understanding of these concepts was basically limited to formulaic knowledge points learned in political classes.

To her, that thing was as boring as reading comprehension exercises taught by a teacher.

For example, a sentence structure like "expresses... embodies...".

While it may sometimes express the author's state of mind, when I write it out like this, I feel like a broken record with no self-awareness.

It's a new week, starting this Monday morning.

Many students are looking forward to the May Day holiday, but it is clear that the holiday notice will not be issued so soon. The exact number of days off is still something that students are both nervous and excited about.

Monday's classes are intense and tedious—that's true for most people.

Fortunately, the teachers' teaching style is relatively relaxed and enjoyable; it's just that the two consecutive math classes in the afternoon can be a headache.

After all, the math teacher was just too serious.

She can laugh and care about people, so why does she always have to keep a straight face?

When she teaches, the classroom is completely quiet, with only her voice.

No one dared to speak, for fear that a piece of chalk would hit them.

However, an overly quiet environment can also make people sleepy.

Many people sitting in the back row pretended to be reading their books, but were actually almost asleep.

To be precise, it wasn't pretending; they were trying very hard to open their eyes wide, but their eyelids just wouldn't open.

Even Mo Xueyao would occasionally let out a big yawn, prop her chin up, and continue watching the math teacher's lecture.

Fortunately, she always previewed the math lessons before class, and during class she only needed to listen to the parts she didn't understand. After class, she could review the material with Li Wanyan.

Otherwise, I really don't know how I would keep up with the pace.

Being too serious can actually make it easier to lose focus.

Many older people like this teaching method, but Teacher Jingdie is clearly very young.

Besides, although a relaxed and enjoyable teaching style may slow down the pace of the lecture, it's still better than not being able to learn anything, right?

Efficiency is also very important!

Sometimes, we need to make choices and trade off options, rather than accepting everything.

The world is not simply black and white, yet many people tend to swing from one extreme to the other.

"Let's review yesterday first. Now we'll turn to page seventy—the graph and properties of the tangent function." Jingdie slammed her hand on the blackboard and threw a piece of chalk at Ye Banxia's back, hitting Zhou Yong squarely on the forehead. "Zhou Yong, stand up! You did so badly on the math test, why aren't you studying harder? You don't think you won't have to attend math classes after being assigned to the humanities class, do you?"

"Huh? We have to go again?" Zhou Yong asked groggily, clearly having just woken up from a dream.

"For liberal arts students, math is very important for their overall score. You stand here and listen to the lesson, and read the first paragraph aloud."

"Oh... turn to the next page!"

"Oh! Using...using the reduction formula, we have..."

(This tutorial uses the old version of the People's Education Press math textbook, and the content is written entirely based on the textbook—all referenced from used books purchased from Taobao.)

The math class continued in a dull manner.

After finally finishing two classes, Mo Xueyao felt completely exhausted.

"Wow—we're having math classes now that we're divided into humanities tracks!" Hua Yinyin leaned back, resting her head on Mo Xueyao's desk. "So tiring—"

"Thank goodness, I heard there won't be any science classes anymore." Mo Zhuyou stretched and quickly stuffed her math textbook into her desk, seemingly not wanting to look at it again. "The science class has to study biology, physics, and chemistry, while the humanities class doesn't have to study any of them."

"Why do we have to have math in the humanities class?" Hua Yinyin complained.

Mo Xueyao peeled a cola candy and stuffed it into Hua Yinyin's mouth, muttering, "Because even philosophical principles can become obsolete as society changes, but mathematical truths can remain unchanged for thousands of years."

What are you trying to say?

“Mathematics is the cornerstone of world progress.” Mo Xueyao covered Hua Yinyin’s face with her two braids. “Humanity may live without literature, but it certainly cannot live without mathematics.”

"Who said that! Literature is very important too, okay? It satisfies the spiritual world! Without spiritual satisfaction, there is no motivation to move forward. Damn it, when did Xiaoyao betray us and switch sides to the science group? Is she planning to leave us?"

"Well, it's actually quite good to be separated from you," Mo Xueyao said with drooping eyelids. "Anyway, I should be able to take either the science or humanities exams, so I can choose freely."

"Damn it, you're not allowed to go! I hate science the most!"

"Indeed, it's really difficult for an emotional person like you to study science." Mo Xueyao looked at her with pity. "Only those who can think calmly can learn science well."

"Tch, Xiao Yaoyao doesn't seem like someone who can think calmly either."

"Who said that!"

"See, this isn't calm enough, is it?"

"Tsk." Mo Xueyao turned her head away. "I was just playing along with you."

"Oh dear, starting to put on an act~" Lying on her back, Hua Yinyin reached out and 'slapped' Mo Xueyao's face, then kneaded it like dough. "It feels so good, hehehe..."

"Don't move." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at her and pushed her hands away. "You've already accepted my bribe, so you should listen to me."

"When did I accept it?"

"The cola candy from earlier," Mo Xueyao winked smugly.

……

Chapter 242 Notice of May Day Holiday

Friday arrived in the blink of an eye.

During the last class meeting.

Ye Wen sat in front of the podium with her legs crossed, saying without looking up, "Those who haven't memorized the 'Return to the Countryside' poem, hurry up and come here to me to memorize it. If you can't finish, stay after school today to memorize it slowly. Anyway, school ends early today, so I have plenty of time. Yesterday was the deadline, but today is a day of grace. Those who haven't finished, hurry up! Gao Yuan, don't think I can't see you just because I didn't look up. What are you laughing at? Hurry up and memorize it! Zhou Yong, you too."

On the teacher's desk, several notices signed by parents that had been handed in that day were scattered about.

This year's May Day holiday is combined with the Spring Festival holiday, running from Saturday, April 29th to Sunday, May 7th, with classes resuming on May 8th.

In fact, the May Day holiday notice was issued on Wednesday, requiring parents to sign it and submit it, but many students forgot or insisted on submitting it a day late.