A Young Woman's Heart

"We can start with something simple, right? Shouldn't the school have harmonica lessons?" Hua Yinyin combed her bangs in front of her reflection in the window and asked with a light laugh.

"Hmm, but I'd rather learn a bigger instrument, it feels really cool!"

"Let's start with something simple~ It's no good to aim too high."

"What does that mean?"

"Well... what I mean is, don't try to get fat in one bite."

"Oh..." The little boy nodded as if he understood, then sat down again, only glancing back at Hua Yinyin from time to time.

He got off the train earlier than her. As soon as he jumped off the train, he ran into his classmate, which made him very happy to greet him.

"Feeling good today?"

"Yeah, I met a beautiful and lovely older sister on the bus just now!"

Wow, that's lucky!

Hua Yinyin opened the window a little wider, enjoying the compliments from others, which made her feel exceptionally good.

The next stop was the entrance of Yukong High School. She glanced at the heavy rain outside the window, hesitated for a moment, then held the pipa bag in front of her, put the schoolbag on her back, and picked up the long-handled umbrella to use as a cane.

"Swish-swish—" As she got off the bus, the umbrella was opened again, and the raindrops hitting the umbrella surface made a crisp sound. Hua Yinyin did not rush to school, but sat down in a breakfast shop near the school.

It was still early, and there was only one customer in the shop.

The old awning at the entrance is leaking a bit.

Three pots were placed on three coal stoves, one for stir-frying noodles, the other for stir-frying rice noodles, the other for stir-frying rice cakes, and the other for stir-frying rice.

The proprietress was busy adding new coal briquettes, while the proprietress was constantly stirring the coal.

This stir-fried rice noodle dish is the best because it's constantly stir-fried until it's thoroughly cooked, and the slightly charred parts are even more delicious.

She sat down at an empty table: "Boss, I'll have five cents' worth of fried rice noodles and a bowl of salty soy milk. I'll eat here."

"okay."

"Oh, right, stir-fried rice noodles with a skewer of pork tenderloin."

"Okay, this will take a little while."

After the stir-fried noodles were served, Hua Yinyin swept her long hair behind her back, added some vinegar, and then ate them politely.

The savory soy milk was served shortly after, with soy sauce, pickled vegetables, and half a fried dough stick floating on top.

If you don't like fried dough sticks, you can ask the vendor to give you those crispy fried pancakes instead.

While eating, she was still thinking about the lyrics, but she really had no clue what to do.

I occasionally come up with a few lines, but they all seem completely unacceptable.

Although she is the class representative for Chinese and is a student who is severely biased towards Chinese, it does not mean that she is good at writing lyrics.

If you asked her to write, at most she could produce a modern poem that rhymes slightly.

"Perhaps I shouldn't be too artistic. Being a little more casual and fitting the high school student vibe is also good?" Hua Yinyin drank half a bowl of soy milk and couldn't drink anymore. She muttered to herself in front of the small mirror in the shop, combed her hair neatly with a small wooden comb, and then carefully braided it into two braids.

She shook her braids vigorously to make sure they were secure before paying and leaving the shop.

The rain had lessened and turned into a light drizzle.

Hua Yinyin opened her umbrella, but instead of going to her classroom, she went to the band room on the fifth floor of the laboratory building.

Before even opening the door, one could faintly hear the sound of a piano coming from inside.

It must have been connected to speakers, otherwise the sound wouldn't be so loud.

"Squeak—Hey, little Yao Yao~!"

"Hey, is your daily greeting to rub against my leg?!"

"Hehehe, Xiaoyaoyao is so diligent."

"After all, if you don't work hard, you won't be able to leave school. You don't want to work so hard for so long only to be disbanded, right?"

"Huh, was there any talk of them being disbanded?"

"I mean, what if, what if the school only needs one best band?"

"It's unlikely. At most, they'll just redistribute the styles and create clubs or something, like a jazz club, a rock club, a classical music club, a folk music club, or something like that."

"Then what are we?"

"Although it's a mixed instrument band, the overall style should be quite lively, right? Hmm, it should be light music!"

"Is it relaxing music?"

“That’s a good way to understand it!” Hua Yinyin said, finally letting go of Mo Xueyao’s arms and putting down her pipa bag and schoolbag.

"Practice properly...stop fooling around..." Mo Xueyao looked at her helplessly.

"Hmph, in Xiaoyao's mind, do you think I never have a serious moment? Damn it, I can be serious sometimes, you know!"

"Occasionally……"

"Want to give it a try? Just the two of us working together?"

"Give it a try."

"Play the piece from that day."

"Okay, have you thought of any lyrics yet?"

"No, I haven't even thought of a song title yet—take your time, no rush, no rush, let's practice this song until we know it by heart first!"

"it is good."

This morning, the Snow Music Ensemble was thriving.

"By the way, if we're going to sing, who'll be the lead singer?"

"Of course it's you."

"Hey, of course I'm fine with that~ But sometimes you need a harmonie, how about Xiao Yao Yao?"

"...My singing skills aren't very good."

"It's alright, it's alright. Xiao Yaoyao just hasn't practiced much. So, it's decided then! Lead vocalist and prospective lead vocalist!"

As they were chatting, the classroom door was pushed open, and Zhou Yong walked in carrying a suitcase.

"Why is it you?" Mo Xueyao asked in confusion.

"Cough, Xiaoxue didn't come, so they dragged me here to be a laborer..." Zhou Yong said with a bitter face, but when he looked up and saw Hua Yinyin, his face suddenly froze.

"Huh—" Hua Yinyin's eyes darted around, "Zhou Yong, did you like yesterday's picture?"

"It's alright... Ah... Uh... What, what picture?"

"It really is you, Zhou Yong!"

"What are you talking about...?" Mo Xueyao looked bewildered.

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Chapter Thirty-Two: An Ruosu's Psychological Counseling

After the rain this morning, the whole day was sunny.

It was a clear and sunny Monday.

After lunch, it's time for students to rest.

"Susu, let's go!" Li Hongran picked up the dirty basketball and called out to him.

"I won't go today."

"What's wrong? Not playing today?" Li Hongran handed the basketball to Chen Cheng. "Then we can't get enough players."

"Should we call someone else?"

"Let me see—Vest—whether he plays basketball!!"

"No way! Your basketball is filthy. Last time I played a game, my clothes were all black, and I almost got yelled at when I got back!" Vest replied outright.

"Old Lu, basketball?" Li Hongran looked at Lu Bolun again, but the latter was chatting with her while Wang Jiale was not in the band room and did not hear her voice at all.

"Look, nobody's here."

"Try calling out to Kazami Yu."

"Ah Feng, let's go, wanna play basketball?"

"Come here!" Kazami Yu, whose skin looked very rough, immediately walked over. "You thought of me today, huh? Is Susu not coming?"

"Yes, he has something to do and can't come. Let's go first."

"Let's go."

"Um, sorry." An Ruosu put her hands into her pockets somewhat uneasily.

After meals, many people choose to take a walk on the playground or play various ball sports.

Those who don't go to the playground will mostly participate in club activities.

Therefore, classrooms are often relatively quiet.

An Ruosu sighed and scratched her hair vigorously.

In the end, I decided to leave the classroom.

He was just walking aimlessly, but for some reason, he stopped in front of the psychological counseling center.

There were many potted plants at the entrance. Although it was not far from the playground, it was as if there was a transparent wall separating the two places, making it exceptionally quiet.

"Click." Just as he was staring blankly at the door, the tightly closed door was pushed open.

A girl wearing a gray autumn coat and a short skirt slowly walked out, carrying an empty lunchbox in her hand, seemingly intending to wash it.

If An Ruosu remembered correctly, then the person in front of her was the psychological counselor at Yukong High School.

Just as rumored, she was very young.