A Young Woman's Heart

This is why the education bureau was very dissatisfied with his 'advanced' teaching style, but ultimately did not require him to revert to traditional teaching methods.

After all, Mo Kong provided the money, and as long as nothing goes wrong, the complex internal workings of the Education Bureau often can't say anything.

Even within the Education Bureau, not everyone is on the same side.

That place was actually a bureaucratic area of ​​moderate size.

“Then each school should only send one band.” Mo Kong turned around and smiled amusedly. “If there are schools that can’t even afford to form a band, please ask the Education Bureau to allocate funds. They receive so much money every year, but only give back so little. Where does the rest go?”

Should this event include vocational high schools and technical schools?

"Let's include them all, because musical talents don't necessarily appear in top high schools."

"What about our school band...?"

"Let the second-year high school students form the team," Mo Kong smiled, seemingly waiting for Yinling to respond.

"So, should we have them compete for a spot? Or should we just select the students who are most proficient in their instruments?"

“Let them compete in each class,” Mo Kong said, taking out a blank sheet of paper and beginning to prepare to draft the document.

"Only high school sophomores are needed?"

"Well, we'll just use the second-year students. There's no need to mention the third-year students. The first-year students aren't familiar enough with the school yet, and a hastily formed band would hardly have any chemistry. It's better to have the second-year students."

"Okay, should we distribute musical instruments to each class?"

"First, let each class's homeroom teacher choose the band members themselves. If someone really doesn't have the money to buy an instrument, then let the finance office allocate funds—if the school itself has extra instruments, then use them first."

"In that case, many bands will probably consist of relatively inexpensive instruments like harmonicas and recorders."

"It's alright, let them develop freely. In short, each class will have its own rules, and the school will only allocate a maximum of three thousand yuan to purchase musical instruments."

Three thousand...? Isn't that a bit too little?

“Our goal is not to win first place in the competition.” Mo Kong shook his head with a smile. “The important thing is to let the students experience the joy of forming a band. Even if they use inexpensive instruments, this joy will not be halved. Also, if they can’t afford instruments, the students will find ways to earn money part-time. This is a necessary part of it.”

"But this really affects my studies!"

“For those who truly love music, studying now is not the most important thing.” Mo Kong wrote a draft on a piece of white paper with his head down. “You can’t expect everyone to be a genius. Developing each student’s own interests is the most important thing.”

“Sigh, Principal, it’s only because you’re here that we can keep things afloat. If we get a new principal, this system won’t have any funding to support it.”

"Hehe, once these things become a habit, there will be no need to support them with funds anymore." Mo Kong pinched the pen, dipped it in ink, and then continued writing on the paper.

"Sometimes, you're too idealistic. Things aren't that simple."

"You have to try to know the result." Mo Kong remained noncommittal. "Is there anything else?"

"Well, all the reports that needed to be submitted have been submitted. I'll head back to my office to handle other matters now."

"it is good."

Yinling looked at Mo Kong, lowered her head slightly, and then slowly left the principal's office, closing the door behind her.

"Letting the second-year students form a band... I hope it won't affect their grades, otherwise the parents will cause trouble." Yinling sighed. "Well, for the members joining the band, their parents should sign off, and they must explain that it might cause their grades to drop."

The school is quiet and there are no students yet, but the preparations are still in full swing.

The new semester is here, and we still need to calculate how much money the cafeteria will need to make lunches this semester. Although Mo Kong will cover any shortfall, Yin Ling still wants the school to be self-sufficient as much as possible, ensuring quality while keeping lunch costs low.

Don't underestimate the issue of lunch in a cafeteria; finding the right suppliers alone requires a lot of consideration.

For example, how was the supplier last semester? How fresh were the ingredients? What were the prices? How did it compare to others?

The Dean of Students shouldn't actually be in charge of so many things, but because of Mo Kong's arrival, the Education Bureau transferred some of the school's original senior leaders to other places, resulting in a severe shortage of manpower. As a result, Yinling, as the Dean of Students, had to handle all kinds of big and small matters like a housekeeper.

……

On August 22nd, the weather forecast predicted thunderstorms, but Mo Xueyao didn't feel it at all.

I asked my father, who had gotten up early to buy goods, and learned that the rain started at five o'clock in the morning and only lasted for about ten minutes...

No wonder she felt nothing at all.

After all, the weather didn't get any cooler because of the rain!

"The weather forecast clearly said the high temperature today would be 33 degrees Celsius... Why is it still so hot..." Mo Xueyao lazily fiddled with the suona that her father used to play. Its workmanship was worlds apart from that of an electronic keyboard, and the rough marks on it were visible to the naked eye.

Is that what is called 'earthy'?

This is probably why there are more people learning Western music now, but fewer people learning traditional Chinese musical instruments.

But they never considered one thing: if traditional musical instruments weren't 'rustic' and inexpensive enough, how could they have survived to this day in such a long history?

It's precisely because it's cheap that ordinary people can learn it too!

The black-and-white television was broadcasting the midday news.

The sun was shining down relentlessly, and the thermometer in the fruit shop showed that the temperature was still 39 degrees Celsius, indicating that the weather forecast had been wrong once again.

"Around 10 p.m. last night, the police cracked a case of kidnapping a teenager."

"It is understood that the woman removed the testicles of all the kidnapped boys as revenge against her ex-boyfriend. Tests have shown that she has a mental illness. The case is still ongoing and will be handed over to the Provincial People's Court for judgment."

"Ah, is that case finally over?" Mo Xueyao muttered. "They caught him. Although it wasn't child trafficking, it was even worse than child trafficking. Those children probably can't recover anymore, right?"

“Of course not. Sigh, this woman has ruined so many children’s lives, preventing them from becoming men. Their lives are probably going to be a mess.” The father shook his head. “She has ruined so many lives and destroyed so many families. I think even the death penalty wouldn’t be an exaggeration.”

"They probably won't sentence me to death, right?"

"Who knows? It depends on whether this woman has money or connections," the mother said, expressing a pessimistic view.

"Speaking of which, how should this case be sentenced? It's described as severe disability, but it doesn't really affect normal physical activity... So, shouldn't it be sentenced as severe disability?"

"Sister, sister!" Just as they were chatting, a child's voice suddenly came from beside Mo Xueyao. She was already somewhat familiar with the voice and could guess who it was without turning around.

That's right, it's Jiang Ting, the one who boldly confessed her feelings several times.

"Jiang Ting...you're going to class again?"

"Yes, sister! I'm telling you, I saw a real Kamen Rider!"

"Pfft, that was just a TV show recording, it's not real."

"No, no, it's real!!!" Jiang Ting excitedly hugged her arm, "Kamen Rider!! He saved us!!"

"Huh?"

"He appeared when Bai Hao and I were tied up by a human trafficker. It turns out that Kamen Rider really exists!"

"Uh... I think even if it existed, it should be in Japan..."

"It's true! Did you see the news, sis? That person got caught!"

"Oh—? Is this it?" Mo Xueyao pointed to the black and white television.

"Yes, yes, that's her!"

"Uh……"

"There really is a Kamen Rider! When I grow up, I want to be a Kamen Rider too!" Jiang Ting shouted, then ran away and waved vigorously, "Goodbye, sister, I'm going to class now!"

As a result, the busy parents of the two little ones still didn't have time to send them to school; they could only pick them up in the evening.

……

Chapter 141 The Tea Party at Hua Yinyin's House (Part 1)

"Hey?"

"Hello."

"Hey~ Is that Yao Yao's dad?"

“Yes, you are…” Mo Wenli felt that the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t remember which of Mo Xueyao’s friends it was.

"I'm Hua Yinyin~! Can I ask if Xiao Yaoyao can come to my house tonight? I'll be home alone tonight and tomorrow!"

He vaguely remembered the name, since he had been here before, so he nodded and said, "Okay, since she's always at home with nothing to do anyway, let her and Wanyan stay overnight at your place. Classmates should interact more!"

"Yes, thank you, Dad!"

"what?"

"Oh dear, thank you so much, Mo Xueyao's dad! Cough cough, thank you, uncle!" Hua Yinyin chuckled awkwardly. "Then I'll hang up now~!"

“Okay…” Mo Wenli hung up the phone, then shook her head with a smile, “An interesting little girl.”

"Who is it?" the mother, who was knitting, asked, looking up slightly.

"Xiaoyao's best friend is a girl."

"Those are my girlfriends."

"Yes, let her come to her house to play today and stay overnight."

"Is that the girl who often stays overnight at her house? Her name is Hua Yinyin, right?"

"Correct."

"Then let them go have fun."

"Okay, I'll call home."

The phone rang six times before being answered, and Mo Xueyao's cheerful voice came from the other end: "Hello? Dad?"

"Xiaoyao, are you home?"

"Isn't that obvious!" Although he only heard her voice, Mo Wenli somehow imagined her rolling her eyes. "Why don't you go to Hua Yinyin's house for the night?"

"Huh? Why?"

"She invited you to her house; her parents aren't home for the next couple of days."

"Ugh—" Mo Xueyao drawled, "I don't want to go out, Dad... and I just got home by bus at noon, I really don't want to move!"

"No, I've already agreed. You can rest for a while and then go over around three or four in the afternoon."

"Ah... let's go to her house..."

"What's wrong? Didn't you used to go to her house to play all the time?"

"It's not that often..." Mo Xueyao muttered helplessly, but could only agree, "Okay, okay, I'll be right there..."