A Young Woman's Heart

He lowered his head dejectedly and gave a bitter smile.

Yes, what really kept him up at night was the disappointment he felt after his daydreams ended.

When he discovers that the real him is completely different from, or even the opposite of, the person he imagined, a sense of emptiness will suddenly overwhelm him, and he will seem to lose hope in life, feeling like a stray dog ​​living aimlessly.

"Woof!" A stray dog ​​wagged its tail and walked up to Zhou Yong, barking at him. Another dog came up behind it, and the two dogs sniffed each other affectionately before lying down in the grass nearby.

This made Zhou Yong feel like he was even less than a dog.

"Ha..." He chuckled self-deprecatingly, then rallied his spirits and headed towards the school.

The small shop at the school gate had just opened, and a dazzling array of goods were displayed, making it feel like a small supermarket specializing in cheap products.

It's just that there are too many things, so it feels a bit crowded.

If you don't find what you want among the goods displayed outside, you have to go inside the store, and that's when you'll smell a musty odor coming from somewhere.

Near the shop, there are some simple musical instruments, such as harmonicas and recorders, which some people may buy to try playing themselves, although most of them end up not playing them at all.

There is also an elementary school near Yukong High School. This general store occasionally sells things to elementary school students, such as harmonicas, which are mostly bought by elementary school students because they need them for music class.

However, music teachers generally don't teach much; they just focus on playing themselves or start teaching from the very dry sheet music, which most children simply can't stand. Students who can learn an instrument this way are already considered to have great musical talent...

Anyway, Zhou Yong never learned it.

He remembered learning the harmonica in elementary school and the recorder in junior high school.

But anyway, he couldn't even play the simplest tune.

The main reason is that music class is not a major subject, so it doesn't matter whether he studies it or not, so he naturally slacked off.

Moreover, he is tone-deaf and the kind of person who can't find the right pitch.

When he used to play the harmonica, he had no idea how to play, so he would just cover his mouth with his lips and blow out several notes in one breath.

And when he was learning the recorder, he couldn't even play a single note...

"If I could play a musical instrument, even just a harmonica..." Zhou Yong put his hands in his pockets, lost in thought, then stepped forward and asked, "Boss, how much is a harmonica?"

"Three yuan without a box, five yuan with a box."

"Let's buy the one that comes in a box." Zhou Yong took out his wallet. Because he had worked during the summer vacation, he still had a lot of savings.

He was incredibly excited when he bought the harmonica.

It seemed that with just a few days of practice, he could reach a very high level and impress everyone.

Just by holding the box in his hand, he was already imagining himself composing and writing lyrics, attracting countless envious and admiring glances.

When he came to his senses, he had already entered the classroom. It was Mo Xueyao's greeting that woke him up.

Good morning, Zhou Yong!

"Ah... good morning."

Zhou Yong returned to his seat with some excitement, picked up his harmonica, and prepared to start practicing.

Then he discovered... he didn't even know how to start playing.

"Hey, Zhou Yong, you bought a new harmonica. Can you play it?" Mo Xueyao asked with a smile, seemingly not in jest, but simply out of curiosity.

"Oh, no."

"Oh... I'm not really good at it either, I just know how to blow it."

"Haha... I'll practice."

"Well, anyway, there's no one in the classroom this morning... Uh, what an awful sound..." Before Mo Xueyao could finish speaking, Zhou Yong's harmonica playing started, making her frown involuntarily.

But since the words have already been spoken, you can't go back on your word and make others stop praising you, can you?

So Mo Xueyao could only put on her headphones and listen to the music channel.

Music, the oldest language of humankind.

Music existed long before humans had written language.

It is also the thing that best conveys emotions.

Every country has its own style of music and musical instruments.

However, when beginners use these things, they can't feel the beauty of the music at all... Instead, they feel a toothache and headache.

“Zhou Yong…can you stop bragging?” Lu Chengyuan, who had also arrived early today, turned her head helplessly and asked him, who was sitting diagonally behind her. “It’s giving me goosebumps…”

"Ahem, sorry, sorry." He realized he had really bluffed too badly, so he stopped joking around. Besides, joking around has to be appropriate for the situation. Joking around all the time is a sign of low emotional intelligence.

"You don't know this at all, do you? You should have learned it in elementary school, right?"

"I didn't attend classes back then."

"Tsk, that's not how you brag, and your grip is wrong too."

"Maybe my mouth is too big?"

“That has nothing to do with it. You need to aim it at the hole.” Lu Chengyuan demonstrated. “You have to blow it like this, not like that.”

"Oh……"

"You're practically eating the harmonica!"

"Cough, haha..."

Zhou Yong stopped playing his harmonica and put it away, planning to practice it slowly when he got home. It wasn't good to disturb others here.

Although he was smiling, he was actually very depressed inside.

Because this is not the person I imagined myself to be.

In my imagination, he is someone who can learn quickly and easily, someone who should be admired rather than disliked.

This is probably the most real bitterness that most ordinary people encounter in real life.

……

Chapter Thirteen: All members are present!

The fourth period on Monday morning had just ended, which was the time when students rushed to the cafeteria for lunch.

The school building was shaken by the students running.

Even when the teachers shouted "Don't run in the hallway," it was difficult to contain their excitement.

After all, people always need something to look forward to...

For students, the longest time to relax during school hours is at noon.

Some people are hungry, while others want to finish eating quickly so they can do what they want.

As soon as the bell rang, Ye Wen walked out of the office carrying the documents.

But when they reached the classroom door, almost all the boys had already rushed out.

Some of the girls walked slowly, but most of them kept up with the boys.

Guan Peng hadn't left yet—he was tidying up the course materials on the podium.

"Guan Peng~"

"Oh, not going to the cafeteria?"

"Call a few students." Ye Wen smiled and nodded at him, then looked at the people still in the classroom.

There weren't many people left in the classroom at this point. A girl wearing thick glasses was lying face down on the desk, not moving at all.

"Tang Sishi, aren't you going to eat?" Ye Wen asked, puzzled.

"Awen... my stomach doesn't feel well..."

"Then take a rest. What's wrong?"

"I probably had an upset stomach this morning," Tang Sishi said with an apologetic smile.

"Okay." Ye Wen turned to look at Xuan Anyi, who was holding a spoon and preparing to leave the classroom. "Anyi, if you see Mo Xueyao, Hua Yinyin, Mr. Xue, Wang Jiale, and the two sisters Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou in the cafeteria, tell them to come to my office after they finish eating."

“Okay… um, Mo Xueyao, Hua Yinyin, Mr. Xue, Wang Jiale, and the two Mo sisters? Right?” Xuan Anyi repeated herself, afraid she might forget.

"Yes, Sishi, if you see them, tell them too, and that should basically solve the problem."

"I'll do my best, Teacher Wen..." Tang Sishi took off her thick glasses, rubbed her eyes, and said softly.

Ye Wen nodded. As for "A-Wen" or "Teacher A-Wen," she was already used to it. She didn't know who started calling her that, but in her memory, the culprit seemed to be Hua Yinyin.

In the cafeteria on the other side, because Mo Xueyao and her friends ran as fast as the boys this time, they didn't have to wait in line for long before they got their lunch, and they were able to leisurely find their favorite seats.

"Has everyone handed in their reply slips?" Hua Yinyin scooped up a large mouthful of soybeans with a spoon and poured it into her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the others.

Monday morning was rather busy, and it wasn't until noon that everyone finally gathered together. At this table, a rare sight was a young man sitting there—yes, it was Mr. Xue.

"Ah Wen didn't ask us to collect it," Mo Xueyao muttered, tilting her head.

“Yeah, yeah.” Wang Jiale nodded in agreement, but when she saw Lu Bolun trying to sit down over there, she shook her head vigorously and glared at him a few times.

Her boyfriend, Lu Bolun, sat back down with the boys, looking quite aggrieved, which immediately drew laughter from everyone.

"It should have been handed in around noon," Hua Yinyin muttered. "Let's go to the teacher's office later... By the way, did you all succeed?"

"Huh, Yinyin is actually asking questions so cautiously, is she worried about something? Haha~" Mo Xueyao teased, "I'm fine!"

"Yes, of course me too."

"I've already signed it," Mr. Xue said last.

"In that case... we're still missing a drummer, and a rhythm player..."

Mo Zhuyou blinked, glanced at her older sister, and then chuckled, "Hehe, we already have a drummer."

"Got it? Huh, Youyou, how did you know? Wait, could it be—!" Hua Yinyin's eyes widened as she looked Mo Zhuyou up and down. "You don't look like someone who plays a musical instrument...?"

"Hey, that's so mean, Yin Yin!" Mo Zhuyou exclaimed, her cheeks puffed out, as she stuffed her little mouth full of rice.

"That's right, that's right," Wang Jiale chimed in, "We can't bully Youyou!"

"What's wrong with her? As long as she doesn't bully others, that's fine." Hua Yinyin, who had sat next to her before, knew her a little better.