A Young Woman's Heart

"Wow!"

Some people even whistled.

Huang Yuxi turned her head with difficulty, burying her head low, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Although Sanhua Tongjue didn't fully understand what the teacher meant, she roughly understood part of it and knew what was being said.

The reason she wasn't criticized by name was because she was an exchange student, so they were more lenient with her.

Sanhua Tongjue has no major problems with listening to and writing basic sentences; it's just that she's not very fluent when speaking.

"Alright, Liu Xiaowei, stand up!"

"What's wrong..." Liu Xiaowei looked aggrieved.

"What are you still doing? Weren't you the one who whistled just now? Stand and listen until the end of get out of class."

"Hehe..." He scratched his head after being exposed, too embarrassed to argue any further.

Actually, there were only ten minutes left in the class, and soon the bell rang.

Jingdie waited for the bell to ring before finishing explaining the last point of knowledge and then assigning the class today's homework.

Mo Xueyao would finish her morning homework every day, and often she would only take the homework for the last subject home—and most of the time she would only take it home because she didn't have time to finish it.

Compared to the folding table at home, she still prefers the desk at school, at least it's more comfortable to sit on.

"Alright, get out of class dismissed." As soon as Jingdie stepped out of the classroom, the classroom suddenly became noisy. Several boys grabbed their schoolbags and rushed out, but were stopped by Ye Wen, who was already waiting at the door.

"Don't run! Go back, we're going to announce something later!" Ye Wen shouted at Liu Xiaowei and Zhou Yong.

"What's going on? It's none of our business, right?" Liu Xiaowei said reluctantly, because if they were too slow, there wouldn't be any seats left in the arcade.

"This is very important. If you don't listen, don't blame me later."

As the two boys who ran the fastest after school every day were dragged back, Ye Wen walked up to the podium: "Ahem, Wanyan, Xiaoxue, Chali, come here and distribute the notices to everyone."

Sitting in her seat, Mo Xueyao was resting her chin on her hand, looking forward to the meeting in the band room later. Her homework notebook, which she had just opened, simply listed the math homework that had just been assigned.

Although none of the other people brought their instruments except for Mo Zhuyou, we can still discuss the training arrangements, such as how to train after school—generally, it's better to finish homework first, right?

"Everyone doing homework together will definitely be more efficient"—these were Hua Yinyin's exact words, although Mo Xueyao thought she was only efficient because she thought they could copy each other's homework...

We can also get together to discuss what pieces we're starting to practice, or what we're composing ourselves.

Hmm, that's quite difficult. Even if someone could compose music, I'm afraid only someone like Hua Yinyin or Mr. Xue could do it.

"Um, has everyone received their notification slips? Is there anyone who hasn't received theirs yet?" Ye Wen's question pulled Mo Xueyao back to reality from her reverie.

Only then did she notice a notice on the table, and Ashley, who was next to her, tilted her head and smiled at her.

The headline on the notification would make most students beam with joy, but it left Mo Xueyao feeling inexplicably disappointed.

"Holiday notice regarding typhoon weather".

Actually, regarding the holiday—since summer vacation had just ended, she didn't feel any sense of holiday at all, and didn't even want a holiday at all.

In comparison, she was more looking forward to the first time everyone would play their instruments together tomorrow.

Even though it's bound to be a mess, that chaotic scene is still something to look forward to.

"According to the weather forecast, the typhoon is confirmed to pass through Hangzhou on Wednesday and Thursday, so tomorrow and the day after are holidays. Everyone should go home early today and try not to go out these two days. If there are any unexpected situations, please contact the school in advance." Ye Wen wrote her phone number on the blackboard with a piece of chalk. "You can also contact me; this is my phone number. Or you can contact the Academic Affairs Office; here is their phone number. Please write all of these down on the notice sheet, especially Liu Xiaowei and Zhou Yong, don't be lazy!"

"Teacher, my schoolbag is all packed!"

"Take it out again once it's all sorted out!" Ye Wen glared at Liu Xiaowei. "Honestly, should I be as fierce as your teacher Jingdie?!"

"No way, Wen's fierceness makes her unfeminine, and she's already not very busty..."

"Cough cough!" Several boys coughed first, trying to cover up their good brother's ramblings.

The people sitting in the back row couldn't help but laugh first, and then the girls in the front row asked the people in the back what he had said.

"Remember! Tomorrow and the day after are holidays! But you still have to come to class as usual on Friday. If the typhoon hasn't passed yet, the school will send you a text message. Unless you receive a text message, you still have to come to class, understand?"

"We know—!" Hua Yinyin shouted first, and the others followed suit in a scattered manner.

"Alright, that's all for now. Don't forget to do your Chinese homework. Go straight home after school and don't linger!"

"Can Wen skip cleaning today?"

"no!"

"Liu Xiaowei is the cleaning boy today, right?" Li Wanyan looked at Ye Banxia. "He tried to escape again just now. Make him clean a few more times today."

"No way? Spare me—!"

"Spare me? You're such a coward! I've heard everything. You run away whenever the class monitor isn't around. Ye Banxia can't control you at all. Is our Xiaxia too gentle? You're such a jerk!" Ye Wen said disdainfully, hands on her hips. "Alright, hurry up and clean up, and get out of school!"

Everyone started packing their schoolbags.

Those who didn't need to clean have already left the classroom.

Mo Xueyao leisurely stuffed her textbooks into her schoolbag and glanced at Ai Xiuer: "Are you going to take all the books home?"

"Yes, we have two days off, so we can watch it."

"So hardworking..." That's why there are no geniuses in this world without reason. No matter how talented you are, you still need to study in places that others can't see. At most, you're just much more efficient than the average person.

"Little Yaoyao~!" Hua Yinyin stood up with her schoolbag on her back, waved vigorously at her, and winked, meaning that even though the teacher said to go home early, she planned to call everyone to gather in the band room first.

"Let's go!" Sometimes, close friends don't need to say much; a single glance is enough for them to understand each other's thoughts.

The main reason is that spending money is too easy to understand.

"Wanyan, I'm going to the band room now." Mo Xueyao greeted Li Wanyan. "508, will you come over later?"

"it is good."

Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin were the first to arrive, while the others arrived at the classroom one after another.

"Phew, I'm here to pack up the drum set!" Mo Zhuyou shouted as she pushed open the door.

"We'll pack it later, let's have a meeting!" Hua Yinyin threw her schoolbag on the chair. "Phew... no classes tomorrow and the day after, and I was actually looking forward to it."

"Me too." Mo Zhuyou put away her drum set.

Wang Jiale and Mr. Xue sat down, while Mo Xiaoxiao waited at the door, but was called in by Mo Xueyao to sit down.

Several more desks and chairs were added to the classroom; they were moved from other unused, empty classrooms.

It looks much more complete now—if you put some documents or something on the table.

"First of all, as the team leader, well! I'd like to let everyone know that when you come on Friday, please bring your instruments, right? School ends early that day, so we can practice a bit more." Hua Yinyin cleared her throat. "Then, should we continue practicing at school on the weekend? It's a good time to strike while the iron is hot, especially for Youyou who just started learning the drums. If she practices for three days straight, she should be able to play some basic rhythms."

"Huh? You're coming on the weekend too... Ah... Okay, okay... It's just so troublesome to bring the drum set over..."

“Actually, you can leave the drum set at school on weekdays and take it back on weekends,” Mo Xueyao suggested. “There’s no need to take it back every day; it’s not like a relatively lightweight instrument like the pipa.”

"I always feel like Xiaoyao is targeting me," Hua Yinyin pouted.

“These can be arranged later, so, have you decided what our first etude will be?” Wang Jiale looked at everyone.

"Two...two tigers?" Mo Xueyao coughed lightly.

"Uh... it's not impossible..." Wang Jiale was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help but look at Mo Zhuyou next to him, "A drum version of Two Tigers?"

"So it's the rock version?" Hua Yinyin nodded. "It seems fine as an etude."

"I'm fine with anything," Mr. Xue replied casually.

Wang Jiale smiled gracefully and said, "As the captain, shouldn't Yinyin compose a piece of music herself?"

"Eh? Hmm... Hmm... I need to think about this carefully. Don't rush it, we still need to wait until we play together. After all, we need to take everyone's level into account!" Hua Yinyin seemed to be defending herself. "Besides, composing doesn't happen that quickly!"

"Wow~!" Just then, Ye Wen's deliberately triumphant voice came from the doorway, "Guess what I found? A whole bunch of little brats who didn't go home for vacation! I told you to go home right after school, but you're still stuck in the band room. Hurry up and go home!!!"

"Help! Wen has turned into a shrew!" Hua Yinyin exclaimed dramatically.

"Who's that shrewish woman?!"

And so, driven away by Ye Wen, the brief meeting ended, and everyone 'escaped' from the school together.

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Chapter Twenty: My Favorite Boy is a Beautiful Young Man

"Lele~" In front of an ice cream shop not far from the school, Mika Hitomi waved vigorously. She and Wang Jiale usually communicated in Chinese mixed with English. Occasionally, when they were in a hurry and couldn't think of an adjective, they would use Japanese.

These exchange students were scattered across various classes at Yukong High School; some classes had two or three, while others had none.

Don't think this is an easy job; exchange students also have to arrange accommodation.

Although schools can arrange it, in order to allow students to have ample opportunities to interact, they usually ask the homeroom teacher to find a student's family that is willing to accept a foreigner.

Mika Hitomi, an exchange student, was relatively lucky because she knew someone there, so she easily moved into her house.

The two of them will be going to and from school together this semester.

"I was just about to go to the band room to find you." Sanhua Tongjue held a double scoop of ice cream in her hand and licked it lightly. This was one of the most expensive ice creams in the shop, and students usually wouldn't order it, so Sanhua Tongjue's act of eating it here immediately attracted envious glances from many people.

Of course, some boys don't know whether they envy her or the ice cream.

"Wow, you're eating this?" It wasn't that Wang Jiale couldn't afford it, but she was afraid of gaining weight. "I feel like I'll get fat just by looking at it..."

"So, you don't want it?" Sanhua Tongjue shook.

"No need, no need..."

"Take a bite~" she said in a coquettish tone in Chinese, affectionately handing over the ice cream. Wang Jiale couldn't refuse, so he could only take a small bite. "How is it?"

"Mmm, it tastes good... but for the sake of my figure, I'd better not eat it..."

Upon hearing this, Sanhua Tongjue looked Wang Jiale up and down. For a moment, she couldn't understand where the girl in front of her got her figure, besides being thin...

Or is it that her understanding of body shape is actually different from what she describes as body shape?

"By the way, is it okay for you to buy things yourself?" Wang Jiale quickly changed the subject and asked.

"Yes, the menu is in three languages, including Japanese, so it's perfectly fine!"

"I didn't even realize it until you mentioned it... This store is surprisingly amazing."

Wang Jiale's home is not very close to the school, so she usually has to take the bus back. However, Sanhua Tongjue doesn't seem to like taking the bus, so she always hails a taxi.