A Young Woman's Heart

"Ah...it's nothing..." Zhou Yong pretended that he hadn't said anything and returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

He did act impulsively for a moment.

It was probably seeing how affectionately Mo Xueyao treated Duanmu Ji that made him feel a surge of passion and say a few things he would never normally dare to say.

Mo Xueyao was also a little embarrassed, so she didn't say anything more and just turned around and walked into the classroom.

Before long, the classroom became lively.

Hygiene committee member Ye Banxia directed the students on duty who had arrived at school to clean. Some of them deliberately arrived late, hoping to avoid the morning cleaning duties.

This is actually quite frustrating, because there are many reasons and excuses to be found.

At times like this, Ye Banxia has no choice but to do it herself.

For example, if the student who is supposed to mop the floor is late today, then she will have to mop the floor herself.

The health committee members are very busy and work very hard, and the work they do is quite tedious.

Mo Xueyao always liked to come to school early because she could sleep soundly without worrying about oversleeping and being late.

Although sleeping on a table can make your hands go numb, it also gives you a strange sense of security.

When Mo Xueyao looked around, she realized that there seemed to be very few people awake in her group.

It seems quite a few people rushed to finish their holiday homework on the last night of the holiday.

There weren't many people reading aloud in the morning; the clearest voice was that of Hua Yinyin, the class representative for Chinese.

At this moment, she was standing on the podium, solemnly leading the reading, her chubby little face lacking the playful demeanor she usually displayed.

She is very clear about when to be serious and when to play.

However, not many people were reading along today. Mo Xueyao carefully distinguished the voices and found that, apart from Hua Yinyin's, it was Li Wanyan, Cha Li, and Mr. Xue's.

Mo Xueyao, who was the entertainment committee member, was somewhat affected by the atmosphere and felt a little sleepy.

She yawned widely and lay down on the table; she actually wanted to lie down and take a nap.

But fearing Li Wanyan's gaze, he could only pretend to read a few sentences.

Everyone has moments when they want to be lazy.

This is especially true in the daily routine of life, where we repeat ourselves day after day.

Mo Xueyao rubbed her cheeks and yawned lazily one after another.

The playground was a bit wet because of the rain in the morning, but the water evaporated quickly after the sun came out.

The students were looking forward to not having to go downstairs to the playground for Monday morning assembly, but the familiar, even somewhat annoying, athletes' march still started playing.

"what--"

"We have to go downstairs again."

"Why can't Monday morning meetings be held in the classroom...?"

The students complained incessantly, but they still reluctantly lined up in the corridor.

At that moment, the music abruptly stopped.

"Ahem, hello?" The PE teacher's voice came over the loudspeaker, "Because of the slippery roads due to rain today, the morning assembly will not be held on the playground. Please listen to the morning assembly broadcast in your classrooms."

"Yay!" The students immediately ran back to the classroom excitedly, as if they had received a great benefit.

Huang Yuxi, still groggy from arriving early in the morning, swayed and slumped back onto the table.

For some sleep-deprived students, the morning assembly time, when they don't have to go downstairs, is the best time to catch up on sleep.

It's probably only at times like this that you realize the morning meeting is too short.

The morning reading time was over, and Mo Xueyao could finally sleep on her desk openly.

"Little Yaoyao, Little Yaoyao? It's time for Chinese class! The teacher is calling you!" Hua Yinyin's voice seemed to have rang out the second after Mo Xueyao lay down, but in fact, almost half an hour had passed.

The first lesson has already officially begun.

"Hmm... Ah? Uh..." Mo Xueyao shook her head vigorously, then groggily looked up. "Class is starting?"

"Yes, class is starting!"

"Alright, everyone wake up." Class teacher Ye Wen clapped her hands as she stood in front of the podium. "We're about to start class!"

"Stand up!" Li Wanyan shouted, her clear voice echoing in the classroom. After everyone stood up, she led the way, bowing and greeting, "Hello, teacher!"

"Please sit down, please sit down." Ye Wen casually pressed her palm down. "Everyone, open your textbooks and turn to page 109. Today we'll be studying this classical Chinese text—'On Teachers'."

As Ye Wen spoke, her gaze swept around the classroom before landing on Zhou Yong, who looked somewhat lost and dejected.

"Zhou Yong, stand up and read the first paragraph aloud."

"Huh? Oh, oh..." Zhou Yong hurriedly opened the book and began to read, "Return to the past..."

He had only read half a sentence when his classmates burst into laughter.

Ye Wen shook her head, both amused and exasperated: "Today is a new lesson. Turn to page 109 and don't get distracted."

"Ahem... The saying goes—'Ancient scholars always had teachers...'"

Zhou Yong read a passage haltingly, and Ye Wen asked him to sit down, then called out to Mo Xueyao.

Mo Xueyao had previewed the text many times beforehand, so when she stood up to read it, it was definitely much smoother than Zhou Yong's.

While I wouldn't say I can recite it perfectly, I'm certainly very familiar with it.

In this way, Ye Wen first had the students read the article aloud, section by section. Then, instead of rushing to explain the content, she talked about the background of the article and the life of the author, Han Yu.

Ye Wen's Chinese classes are always like this, starting from the simple and gradually increasing in complexity, interspersed with some interesting historical stories. This allows students to focus more on her lectures and makes it easier for them to remember the important knowledge points.

Without these interesting little stories interspersed throughout, learning would be so boring that it would make you want to fall asleep.

After all, classical Chinese texts are difficult to understand...

"Gao Yuan, take more notes. I know you're smart, but a bad pen is worse than a good memory. You need to take more notes so it will be easier to review later," Ye Wen said to Gao Yuan, who was somewhat distracted, standing on the podium.

"Oh... cough, actually it's useless for me to memorize it, because I can't even read my own handwriting..."

"How dare you say that?" Ye Wen rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. "If you don't practice your handwriting, you won't get any points in the college entrance exam. The examiners will just mark 'X' for words they can't understand."

"Well... as long as the English is written correctly..."

"Oh, you think your English alphabet is good enough? Qianyu often complains to me, saying, 'Wenwen, several boys in your class write like dogs crawling on the ground, it's impossible to read them. My eyesight is going to drop from looking at your homework every day!'"

The students couldn't help but laugh a few times, which livened up the somewhat dull atmosphere of the second Chinese class.

"I know you all dislike Monday's schedule, but you still have to learn, so cheer up! Hmm, I see most of you are quite energetic, it's just a few... Is my lecture really that boring? Li Hongran! Look, Chen Cheng is listening attentively today, and you're still sleeping! Wake up! How can you fall asleep with such a beautiful woman standing on the podium?"

The lecture continued amidst even louder laughter from the students.

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Chapter 266 The boys working upstairs got into a fight

At noon, after finishing lunch, Mo Xueyao didn't rush to the club room, but instead leisurely leaned against the railing in the corridor outside the classroom.

Because the corridor on this floor protrudes slightly more than the one on the floor above, you can see people in the corridor on the upper floor from here.

However, you have to be careful, because some rude people like to spit here...

She was waiting for everyone else to arrive so they could go to the clubroom together.

Of course, the main reason is that the president, Gao Yuan, who has the key, is not here.

Mo Xueyao was lost in thought when she suddenly heard a loud crashing sound coming from upstairs.

Then came the sound of an argument.

"Huh? What's wrong...?" Mo Xueyao looked up at the building in confusion. Although she could see upstairs from this angle, she couldn't see clearly. She could only see that some people seemed to be fighting.

So she walked a few steps to the side corridor. From this 90-degree angle and relatively far away position, she could see clearly what was happening upstairs.

Upstairs from Mo Xueyao's classroom were still the classrooms of the first-year high school students.

If I remember correctly, it was Class 7, right?

She was stunned for a moment, because she realized that the guy who was fighting with someone was someone she knew.

—Duanmu Ji.

"Why did he get into a fight with someone?" Mo Xueyao frowned in confusion. "This guy doesn't seem like the type to like fighting, does he?"

Yukong High School has always maintained good order, but as the saying goes, wherever there are people, there is conflict. It's impossible to expect everyone to be harmonious and friendly; conflicts will always occur.

However, most of the time, the conflict does not escalate to a serious level, and the teachers usually try their best to resolve the contradictions.

Although the sounds were hard to hear, what could they possibly shout while they were wrestling?

It's definitely a word that carries a hint of insult.

In comparison, Duanmu Ji was relatively silent, only occasionally letting out a curse, while the other party kept cursing incessantly.

In terms of combat, Duanmu Ji also seems to be at a disadvantage.

"What on earth is going on?" After all, this is someone she knows well, and someone she's been through thick and thin with. She just can't stand by and watch.

She hurriedly ran up the stairs and found that a lot of students had already gathered there to watch.

Clearly, the conflict had just broken out, and the teachers hadn't had time to arrive yet.

Also, since it's lunchtime now, the teacher will definitely arrive a little later than usual.

"You want to compete with me? Who do you think you are? I can't stand your stinky face, fuck your mother!" A fat man straddled Duanmu Ji, grabbing his collar tightly. "What? You're not convinced? You really think your goddess is so pure? Who knows if she's been ridden by thousands!"

"Get out!" Duanmu Ji roared, grabbing the other man's shoulder and pulling him forcefully to the ground. "Do you think you're trash and everyone else is trash too?!"

This was the first time Mo Xueyao had ever seen Duanmu Ji so emotionally charged.

But thinking about it carefully, he seems to have always been an impulsive person—whenever he encounters something he cares about, he'll be like a powder keg that's ready to explode at any moment.

"Fuck you, you got a problem with that? I'll tell you what to do, so what? I'll beat you to death, you idiot!"

"Stop!" Mo Xueyao quickly squeezed through the crowd and shouted, "Why are you fighting!?"