A Young Woman's Heart

Autumn, a season that some people find cool, while others find hot.

Therefore, disagreements often arise in classrooms about whether or not to turn on the electric fan, or what setting to use.

"Achoo!" Mo Xueyao sneezed loudly and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe away the snot that was about to drip out.

Aishuer, who was standing to the side, had already put on her autumn coat and was quietly taking notes while resting her chin on her hand.

This is the first Chinese class of the morning.

The boys turned on all the electric fans in the classroom.

They were spinning loudly, and each one was in fifth gear.

Girls who are sensitive to the cold clearly felt uncomfortable, and of course, some boys were also sensitive to the cold, but they were too embarrassed to say so, otherwise they would be considered 'not manly enough'.

The sun was only partially visible today; otherwise, it would have been fine if sunlight had shone into the classroom, but the thick clouds blocked it out.

"Achoo!" Mo Xueyao sneezed loudly again. She regretted not listening to Li Wanyan and bringing a coat when she came this morning.

"Xiaoyao, do you want a coat?" Lu Chengyuan poked Ye Wen in the back while Ye Wen turned around to write on the blackboard.

"No need... I'm fine," Mo Xueyao replied instinctively.

Her deep-seated male pride prevents her from easily accepting help from others.

"It's okay, I'm not cold." Lu Chengyuan sat up straight. Mo Xueyao glanced at her and noticed that she was indeed wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt. "I brought a jacket just in case. It's in my bag. I'll take it out for you..."

"Thank you so much..."

"It's okay~"

Mo Xueyao took Lu Chengyuan's coat from under the table and put it on while looking at the blackboard.

Lu Chengyuan is taller than Mo Xueyao, so the clothes are a little loose on her.

Moreover, this school uniform seems to be newly bought this semester, and it looks like it has never even been worn, with almost no signs of washing or wrinkles.

"Phew..." Mo Xueyao finally breathed a sigh of relief after putting on her clothes. Although her legs were still a little cold, she could keep them crossed and together. "Is it that time of year again when I need to wear stockings..."

Perhaps the feeling of cold wasn't entirely due to the drop in temperature, but also because she started her period today.

When you have your period, you're always a little weaker than usual.

That's the trouble with girls, every month... and it will accompany them for most of their lives.

Ye Wen frowned slightly when she saw Mo Xueyao, who was wearing a coat and lying on the table, and then looked at the other girls who were wearing short sleeves and shivering.

"Duanmu Ji, turn all the electric fans to the lowest setting."

"Ah—no—"

"It's so hot, Wen!"

"Yeah... at the very least, it should be in fourth gear..."

The boys all started complaining, as if they would die from the heat if the electric fan was turned on to its lowest setting.

"You guys are just enjoying yourselves without thinking about others? Didn't you see that most of the girls are sneezing from the cold? What if they catch a cold?" Ye Wen glanced at some of the boys, represented by Li Hongran, with dissatisfaction. "You guys are strong and not afraid of the cold, but the girls are. If you keep making noise, I'll just turn it off. Don't even think about playing it on the lowest setting."

The boys' voices immediately quieted down, but many people still complained.

"Is it really that hot..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, resting her chin on her hand. "There's no sun."

The classroom electric fan is something that we can never agree on.

Especially in autumn.

People in good health and people in poor health feel like they are in two completely different seasons.

When a boy tries to secretly turn the electric fan up higher during break time, Li Wanyan stops him.

"Can't you girls wear more clothes if you're afraid of the cold? We guys are afraid of the heat and can't take them off!" Liu Xiaowei complained.

“That’s right, that’s right.” Gao Yuan nodded vigorously in agreement, but when he saw Li Wanyan’s murderous gaze, he immediately shrank back.

"This is what A-Wen asked for. If you're not happy, go find A-Wen!" Akimoto Aya looked over. "If you feel hot, wear less. Look at me, I'm only wearing a short-sleeved shirt."

"But what if it's still hot?"

"The temperature is only a little over thirty degrees Celsius right now, and there's no sun yet, so how hot can it get?" Li Wanyan frowned. "Who knew you guys liked using electric fans so much? Many of the girls didn't bring jackets."

"Yeah, I'm freezing to death!" Wang Jiale pointed to the ceiling fan above her head. "It's best not to turn it on at all, you guys are being generous by turning it on at the lowest setting, okay?"

"Tch, girls are so delicate," Vest complained. "How are they going to manage a life so frail?"

"So we have to take care of them," Luberon said with a smirk.

"Tch! You're only saying that because you have a girlfriend, aren't you?"

"No way..."

"Girls should exercise more! That way they won't feel cold. How could you feel cold at this temperature? Look at me, I'm steaming just sitting here..." Li Hongran said, fanning herself with her textbook.

It was indeed very hot around him, like a furnace.

The breeze from a low-speed electric fan doesn't seem to bring much coolness.

Of course, in the end, nothing came of it. The girls ultimately held most of the power in the school. The only person who could be spoken to, Mr. Xue, was a nice guy who was mostly neutral. He didn't care whether the door was open or closed, or whether it was open a little or a lot.

The bell rang for the fourth class.

The boys, having failed to achieve their goal, returned to their seats with sighs like wronged women. The political science teacher, Wan Jianlei, strode into the classroom, clutching two lesson plans.

"Damn, why is it so hot? Are the fans in your classroom this slow?" Wan Jianlei wiped his sweat. "Back row students, turn the fans up a bit, at least to level four, right?"

"Long live Teacher Wan!" the boys cheered.

"Ah—protest!" the girls shouted.

"Huh? Why are you protesting? If you're cold, just wear more clothes."

"Exactly!" the boys shouted in a sarcastic tone, as if they had received a royal decree.

"Teacher Wan doesn't take care of the girls!"

"Male chauvinism!"

"I hate Teacher Wan the most!"

"Ah...cough...?" Wan Jianlei coughed twice. "How about third gear? Okay, okay, second gear, second gear."

Duanmu Ji, who was sitting near the door, was the busiest. He couldn't figure out which gear to open.

"Second gear, second gear," Wan Jianlei repeated.

People tend to prefer compromises. This is actually a bit faster than the first gear, but girls are more accepting of it than before.

If they had just said to switch to second gear from the beginning, there would probably still be protests going on.

"Alright! Young people, please turn to your textbooks and go to page fourteen. Today we will talk about the second section of the first unit—human consciousness is a reflection of objective existence."

"Before we begin, let me ask you all: are you all staunch materialists? Are there any students who are very religious?"

They looked at each other but did not answer.

"Do you have family members who are very religious? For example, Buddhists or Christians?"

Many people then raised their hands.

"Okay, first we need to clarify one point: religion is actually a distorted and illusory reflection of objective things in the human mind. You can find everything that exists in reality in religious stories, but not everything that exists in religion can necessarily be found in reality. Why? Because many things in religion are fictional..."

Ideology and politics is a subject that even liberal arts students find drowsy.

Although Wan Jianlei's lectures are relatively lively and interesting, they are far inferior to those of history lectures, as they contain a lot of technical jargon that can be overwhelming.

Even Ai Xiu'er, who was sitting next to Mo Xueyao, was a little distracted. She had no problem with daily Chinese communication and use, and could even understand stories and classical Chinese, but when she heard so many awkward and difficult words, she couldn't help but lose focus.

Mo Xueyao was doing the same thing, but she was still listening and taking notes. However, it was unknown how much of it she actually memorized.

For a few minutes, she glanced absentmindedly at Ashley and saw her drawing a magic circle in her notebook, using a ballpoint pen that could dispense several colors, making the magic circle look colorful and exceptionally beautiful.

Moreover, she can draw perfect circles without a compass, and the patterns are so neat they look like they were printed.

"That's impressive."

"Huh?" Ashue suddenly snapped out of her daze, smiled at her somewhat embarrassedly, and then quickly flipped to the next page to write down what was on the blackboard.

"Don't get distracted, okay? Was my explanation not interesting enough?" Wan Jianlei tapped the blackboard. "Let me repeat myself. Consciousness is just a unique function of the human brain, but the development of human consciousness is not innate! You may have heard of children raised by wild animals, like wolf children. Those children grow up in the wild with wild animals, and they look like human-shaped wild animals. Their consciousness is completely different from that of humans. If humans don't intervene, they will never develop human consciousness!"

"For example, let me give you an example..."

Mo Xueyao's attention was focused for ten minutes before it started to wander again.

The piece she had been practicing recently started playing in her mind.

It seems I've been practicing the electronic keyboard too much lately, to the point that my thoughts can't help but wander and imagine in that direction.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but think about performing as a band.

With so many people in the audience, do you feel particularly nervous?

Under the spotlight, every little movement is magnified infinitely...

When she suddenly came to her senses, she found that the blackboard was already covered with writing.

Wan Jianlei was preparing to erase half of it and write new content.

She was frantically trying to copy what Aisha had written when she realized that Aisha had also been lost in thought and had drawn a beautiful magic circle on the blank paper...

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Chapter Thirty-Five: Another Mid-Autumn Festival

Mid-Autumn Festival, a festival that symbolizes reunion.

The school lunch also appropriately included a small box of mooncakes for everyone.

The flavors inside are randomized, so everyone is actively exchanging them in hopes of getting their favorite flavor.

Of course, there is one flavor that is absolutely unpopular, and that is five-nut...

Even those who can accept the taste of cantaloupe are more numerous than this.

The most popular ones are, of course, red bean paste and salted egg yolk.