A Young Woman's Heart

In reality, did we actually get to appreciate that beautiful scenery?

Moreover, when visiting a scenic spot during peak hours, are you there to appreciate the beautiful scenery or to see crowds?

Mo Xueyao was one of the few people who didn't rush to grab a seat. She quietly squatted by the wire fence, looking at the small yellow flowers that were about to wither.

"Who planted this?" she asked curiously.

"Guess what?" Qiu Yi smiled and squatted down, gently touching the clumps of sweet potato vines with her hands.

"Hmm...the school security guard?"

"No."

"Is that the principal?"

"No, it's not that." Qiu Yi shook his head. "It's Taiyin."

"Huh? Did Teacher Taiyin plant this?"

"Yes, if you often pass by here, you should be able to see her watering and fertilizing these crops."

"I can't tell at all..." Mo Xueyao thought of Taiyin's delicate and tender hands, which didn't look like the hands that could do farm work.

"Haha, don't be fooled by appearances—these brats have no eyes to appreciate beauty, all they do is run off to rest. If they were just resting, why would I have brought them down here?" Qiu Yi muttered to himself irritably, then put his hands on his hips and shouted, "Hey—those of you who are just sitting there, you're going to run with the PE teacher from the next class later!"

"Didn't the teacher say we could sit here and rest?"

Some students protested.

"That's it!"

"What's so interesting about those vegetable gardens!"

“You’re wrong about that. You wouldn’t survive without these vegetables grown by the farmers,” Qiu Yi said, putting his hands in his pockets. “Besides, art originates from life. How can you appreciate art if you don’t carefully observe the details of life?”

"Teacher, we're not going to be artists, so what's the use of learning all this?" Lu Chengyuan, with her slightly chubby face, raised her hand and shouted, "Practicality is more important in life!"

"But if you don't have eyes to see the beauty in life, you'll feel a lot of pressure and exhaustion when you enter society," Qiu Yi said, chewing on a blade of grass. "Don't be so realistic in life; being too realistic is exhausting!"

"Is the teacher too idealistic?" Lu Chengyuan pouted, and many girls looked at her with agreement.

The boys, on the other hand, seemed to be deep in thought.

"Sigh—it's so boring talking to you precocious girls..." Qiu Yi shook her head, bent down and picked up a stone. "Look at this stone. You've all studied geography, right? Do you know how stones are formed?"

"It was formed at the same time as the birth of the Earth."

“Ah… most of them are similar, so the history of stones is generally very long, but they are everywhere, just like that in our daily lives.” Qiu Yi picked up the smooth stone. “If stones had consciousness, they would have seen countless changes of time. Art is about giving life to inanimate objects. You can imagine what they would be thinking if they could think.”

"The teacher's idea is so naive~" Chen Mengqi, who was a little chubby, covered her mouth and laughed.

"Huh—?" Qiu Yi scratched his head. "Never mind, just wander around the school playground. Consider it a warm-up before PE class. Even if you don't experience any art, it's good to feel happy."

"The teacher's explanation was too profound," Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly. "Most people wouldn't understand it."

"Is that so?" Qiu Yi sighed and sat down. "Why are high school students so materialistic?"

"After all, people need to make a living."

"Why does it feel like you're lecturing me?" Qiu Yi said half-jokingly. "Who's the teacher here?"

"A master is a teacher!" Mo Xueyao grinned and laughed twice. "By the way, Teacher Qiu, how about coming to school to play games this weekend?"

"Playing games? Oh... Rain Sky Brawl? We've recently adjusted some stats to achieve balance as much as possible, and we might hold a formal school-wide competition later."

"A school-wide competition?" Mo Xueyao's curiosity was piqued.

"However, it will probably be next semester. If you want to participate, come and play more during the summer vacation, otherwise you probably won't be able to win the championship. The champion has a special reward."

"What reward?" Mo Xueyao asked considerately.

"Haha! The champion can use himself as the avatar, and we, the teachers who designed this game, will create a corresponding character for him in the game. For example, if you win the championship, you can play your own character in the game."

"Hey!" Mo Xueyao slapped her thigh excitedly, "I love this! I want to win the championship!"

"That depends on your own ability," Qiu Yi glanced at her sideways. "But winning a championship like this should be quite a part of the experience, right?"

"Yeah, it's really interesting." Mo Xueyao nodded vigorously. "I wonder how many game coins I can exchange for my credits... I think I've gained quite a few recently."

As they were talking, a group of boys and girls started chasing and fighting in the distance.

However, it's not boys pursuing girls, but girls pursuing boys—or rather, that's probably the most common scenario in schools.

Girls can hit boys, but boys can't hit girls. Although it's often the boys who act like jerks, it's indeed an unwritten rule.

Cha Li gritted her teeth and chased after the dark-skinned, short man in vest: "Vest—don't you dare run away!"

"Hehe, would I be stupid not to run?"

"Lu Chengyuan, help me catch him!"

"Yes, sir!" Lu Chengyuan, with her round face, immediately rushed forward and stopped Ma Jia; the two almost bumped into each other.

Fortunately, Li Hongran was standing nearby and helped the two of them in time.

"Hey, you two, know your limits when you're fooling around. What if you bump your heads on the ground?" The tall Li Hongran scratched his head helplessly and grabbed the vest. "Quick, I've caught him for you!"

"Hmph, you're dead meat!" Lu Chengyuan gloated.

"Damn it, Lao Li, that's not fair!" the person in the vest shouted.

"Ah...this is wonderful, this is youth..." Qiu Yi took a deep breath, lost in reverie.

……

Chapter 268 was temporarily changed to a swimming lesson.

Swimming lessons and physical education classes were combined, but swimming lessons weren't held every time.

We also have to consider whether it will clash with students from other classes, so sometimes physical education classes are held on the playground, and sometimes they are held at the swimming pool.

But in the summer, most of the time is spent on swimming lessons.

After all, there isn't much time available for swimming lessons, and achieving excellent swimming results can earn you extra credits.

Some people even said it could add to college entrance exam scores, but Mo Xueyao didn't know if that was true.

"Class 2 of Grade 1, come with me to the swimming room!" Ye Ran walked over, swinging his stopwatch. The bell for the second-to-last period had just rung.

"Huh? We have swimming lessons today?" Mo Xueyao looked bewildered. "We didn't announce it."

"It's temporary. Students who bring swimsuits can come with me to swimming class. Those who don't can take PE class with Mr. Jin, the second-year PE teacher." Ye Ran swung the stopwatch even harder. "Let's go. Does no one have one?"

"Um... I brought it." Mo Xueyao weakly raised her hand.

"Hmm, one. Are there any more?"

The girls gradually raised their hands, and a few boys also brought theirs, but most of the boys did not.

They were in great pain at that moment, and some even ran to borrow a shirt from a friend in the next class.

But these swimming trunks are like close-fitting shorts; you can't just lend them to anyone, can you?

Unless the two are really close enough to be inseparable.

However, Zhou Yong actually managed to borrow one.

It's Duanmu Ji's...

"Hahahaha!" He laughed like a villain. "I'm pregnant!"

"You're kidding me!" Gao Yuan said, speechless. "Why the hell are you yelling so loudly? Holy crap, you can't be serious? You actually managed to borrow it?"

“Yes.” Zhou Yong proudly shook the bag in his hand. “This is Duanmu Ji’s.”

"Don't you find this disgusting?"

“Watching girls swim is nothing special, especially since there aren’t many guys who get to see that,” Zhou Yong said smugly. “Besides, Xiao Ji said his sister washed it, so there’s absolutely no problem. Even if you don’t believe him, you have to believe his sister. Women always wash things very clean.”

"Alright..." Gao Yuan shook his head helplessly, "Luckily, I brought my own."

Only a handful of boys were allowed into this impromptu swimming lesson, which filled Zhou Yong with a sense of superiority that 'he could get in but others couldn't,' as if he were a foreign tyrant during the concession era.

Gao Yuan, standing to the side, shook his head and commented, "If you were in the War of Resistance against Japan, you would definitely be a traitorous dog."

"Damn it, how do I look like a traitor?"

"It looks like it everywhere."

"I think you're more like it."

The two best friends started calling each other childishly, and they didn't stop until they had to change clothes.

How did you shout it?

It basically just repeats two words—'you are like'.

About half of the girls brought swimsuits, and Mo Xueyao was one of them.

What made her most grateful was that Hua Yinyin hadn't brought her today, so she could finally escape this ordeal during swimming class.

Watching the latter painfully follow Mr. Jin, the second-year high school teacher, to class, Mo Xueyao felt a surge of secret joy.

As for being pitiful?

That is certainly not the case at all.

"distant."

"Hmm?" Mo Xueyao asked in confusion as she changed her clothes, her head still inside the clothes.

She had taken many swimming lessons and had gotten somewhat used to it, no longer feeling embarrassed to change clothes in front of others like she did at the beginning.

In fact, isn't this how everyone changes clothes?

Changing clothes in a secretive manner will only draw more attention to her.

"You took the wrong clothes," Li Wanyan said softly.

"Huh? Really?" Mo Xueyao hurriedly took off her clothes, then turned them over to look at them. Sure enough, on the front of the dark blue swimsuit, the three small characters 'Li Wanyan' were sewn on. "Eh—but, I took it out of my backpack!"

"Perhaps my godmother put it in the wrong place."