A Young Woman's Heart

Mr. Xue poured the boiled water into Hua Yinyin's cup, interrupting their conversation: "The brown sugar and ginger water is ready. It may not taste as good as the water boiled in a pot, but drink some to warm yourself up."

"Although Xiaoxue is a boy, he is really thoughtful."

"Girls can be careless too, you know."

"Is Xiaoyao talking about yourself?" Hua Yinyin swayed as she sat down in the chair, picked up the cup of ginger tea, and said, "Whoosh, so warm... I wish Xiaoxue were a girl."

"Hey, don't change someone's gender so casually!"

"So virtuous, it's such a waste that she's a boy..."

"Isn't this great? It's perfect for taking care of girls who aren't so meticulous."

"No, Yao Yao is mine!"

"What are you talking about..." Mo Xueyao sat down helplessly. "Ah, Xueyao, I want a cup too."

"Okay, there's still a lot more."

Drinking some ginger tea can greatly alleviate Mo Xueyao's discomfort in her lower abdomen.

Drinking more hot water during menstruation is actually helpful, especially for girls who have cold lower abdomens.

Of course, holding a hot water bottle might be more effective?

"Xiaoxue~ How about trying to dress up as a girl?" Although Hua Yinyin was a little weak, she was still so energetic and joking, so there was no need to worry.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Xue asked with a smile. "Am I not quite suitable?"

"Who said that dressing up can turn you into a clean-looking beautiful girl? And with a great figure! Like a tall and clean-looking beautiful girl~" Hua Yinyin looked him up and down, "Hmm, it suits you very well, it suits you very well!"

"Yinyin, have you finally decided to persecute Xiaoxue?"

"What do you mean by persecution? This is just trying something new! Besides, think about it, our band has five people, four girls and one boy, wouldn't that seem strange?" Hua Yinyin cleared her throat. "So, when we perform on stage, we'll have Xiaoxue dress up as a girl, then our band will have five girls! Visually, wouldn't that be great?"

"You're kidding me!" Mo Xueyao tapped Hua Yinyin's forehead with a black line on her forehead. "You should also consider whether Xiaoxue agrees!"

"Either is fine." Mr. Xue smiled as usual, seemingly unconcerned.

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao was stunned.

It's worth noting that An Ruosu was quite resistant when she was forced to wear women's clothing.

But Mr. Xue... well, it's like he just casually told me to put on a suit.

I neither like it nor mind it; that's probably the feeling.

"See, Xiaoxue doesn't mind at all!"

"Don't bully people with good tempers!" Mo Xueyao took a sip of ginger tea, dissatisfied. "Xiaoxue is just accommodating you."

"Giving it a try might not be a bad idea," Mr. Xue chuckled, revealing a few clean, even teeth.

"Exactly! Life is about experiencing new things!" Hua Yinyin nodded vigorously, then sneezed loudly. Luckily, Mo Xueyao dodged quickly, otherwise her saliva would have sprayed into her teacup.

"Hey, sneeze out the window!"

"I couldn't stop myself for a moment..." Hua Yinyin chuckled sheepishly, "Did it spray on you?"

"Luckily I dodged it." Mo Xueyao sat down at the desk in the middle of the classroom, holding her teacup. "It's better to stay away from you."

"Oh dear—wait... Little Yaoyao, stay with me~"

“We’re all in the same classroom anyway.” Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at her and took out her electronic keyboard. “I’ll continue practicing.”

"Together." Mr. Xue also took out his bamboo flute.

"Oh, right, I've finished writing the lyrics for that song!" Hua Yinyin suddenly remembered this and opened the notebook she had been using as a coaster. "Hmm, hehe... I wrote it while drinking. Do you guys want to take a look?"

"...Written while drinking? Is it really okay?"

"Of course, no problem! Li Bai loved drinking and writing poetry!"

"You're not Li Bai." Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways, watching Mr. Xue pick up the notebook. "So, Xiao Xue?"

“Let me read it to you,” Mr. Xue said, turning to her with his notebook in hand. “Autumn always brings falling leaves… Autumn is like potato chips…”

"Pfft." Mo Xueyao covered her mouth, but couldn't help but laugh out loud. "What is this, Yinyin? Your lyrics..."

"What are you doing? Isn't it great? It matches the melody perfectly, and the mood is just as good!"

"Does someone really praise themselves like that...?"

"I think it's good too, it has a very high school student style."

"What Xiaoxue means is that it's quite childish," Mo Xueyao translated for him.

"Ha... of course not." Mr. Xue shook his head. "Actually, it's just that it's very youthful and energetic, and the fact that it doesn't deliberately rhyme is actually better, giving the lyrics a more casual beauty."

"Such a high evaluation?" Mo Xueyao suspected that Mr. Xue was just saying nice things.

"Well, for our first song, this is pretty good." Mr. Xue handed the notebook to Mo Xueyao. "So, have you decided who the lead singer will be?"

Mo Xueyao was taken aback: "Huh? Lead singer?"

"Oh right, the lead singer hasn't been decided yet..."

"Didn't I tell you before? Isn't Yin Yin the lead singer?" Mo Xueyao even wondered if there was something wrong with her memory.

“Oh, maybe I forgot.” Mr. Xue nodded. “The lyrics of this song are not complete. There should be a chorus and harmony, and it should be specified whether it is sung by the lead singer or the co-lead singer.”

"Yinyin, keep perfecting it!"

"Eh~? Let me rest for a bit, I'm so tired—" Hua Yinyin slumped onto the table, "If only there was heating in the classroom..."

"You're turning on the heating in autumn? How are you going to survive the winter?" Mo Xueyao said, both amused and annoyed.

At that moment, Wang Jiale and Mo Zhuyou also walked in one after the other.

"What are you talking about? You seem so happy?" Wang Jiale asked.

"Hmm, it smells so good, is it the smell of ginger tea?" Mo Zhuyou immediately twitched her delicate nose.

"Yes, would you like some?"

"Yes!" she nodded firmly.

"Yinyin wrote the lyrics, let's take a look together."

"Oh? You've finished writing it? Let me see... Not bad at all!"

"Huh? Am I the only one who feels awkward..." Mo Xueyao covered her forehead.

……

Chapter 41 New Club Members

At noon, the playground was filled with the noisy sounds of students. The class responsible for the school's sanitation this week was composed of first-year high school students, who were now diligently sweeping up fallen leaves with large brooms.

Actually, Mo Xueyao thought it was better not to clean.

In autumn, shouldn't the ground be covered with fallen leaves?

Otherwise, how could it feel like autumn?

"Yaoyao, go to the art club later."

"Huh? What's wrong? I was just about to go to the band room."

"We have a new member, so we're having a welcome party." Li Wanyan flicked her hair. "Let's go together."

"Ah, um, they actually recruited a new member? Ah... a new member, Wanyan should still be going to the club room often, right? How is it now, is it a bit deserted?"

"It's still very lively."

“That’s true, after all, Gao Yuan and the others are there…” Mo Xueyao nodded. “Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve been there. Let’s go today, since it’s a welcome party.”

Mo Xueyao's feelings were somewhat complicated about the new member joining the club.

I felt both that the familiar atmosphere had been disrupted and that I was happy for the club.

And to be honest, whether or not new members join doesn't really matter to her anymore, since she still goes to the band studio most often these days.

They will only return to the club if the Snow Music Team fails to represent the school in the competition and is disbanded.

However... the school has already invested so many resources, and the classrooms have been specially renovated, so it shouldn't just disband like that, right?

It's definitely more reliable to become a fixed club or organization.

At most, we could merge the bands from other classes, combining the original seven bands into three or two or something.

"Let's go." Li Wanyan gently grasped Mo Xueyao's small hand, making her turn around in an instant.

"Ah, let's go, let's go."

Students could be seen running around in the corridors, some rushing to grab a spot, such as on the basketball court or badminton court.

On the other hand, it's the girls chasing and playing around with the boys. In school, boys usually give in to the girls. Sometimes, the boys like to "act like jerks" and deliberately provoke the girls' anger, making them chase after them relentlessly. And many of them actually enjoy it.

"Don't run so fast!" The dean of students pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his delicate fingers and shouted in dissatisfaction, "You're all high school students, why are you still acting like elementary school kids?"

"Hey, that's right, be careful in the hallway!" Ye Wen saw that the two were students from her class and hurriedly and awkwardly shouted back.

The art club was still in the same old spot, the door ajar, and it seemed to be quite lively inside.

Mo Xueyao pushed open the door and went inside, only to find that everyone had already arrived.

Including Mo Zhuyou, who was supposed to go to the band room to practice today.

“Youyou’s here too.” Mo Xueyao moved a chair and sat down. Suddenly, she felt that this place was both familiar and unfamiliar. Although it had only been a short time since she last came here, it felt like it was no longer her clubroom.

"Have the new students arrived?" Mo Xueyao asked, tapping the table lightly with one hand.

"Not yet! Ah, Mo Xueyao, you're finally here! It's so boring without you!" Gao Yuan said exaggeratedly. "Even the scenery looks a bit duller."

"Ugh, stop being so disgusting, that's too cheesy! What about Youyou?"

"Mo Zhuyou... she's usually sleeping anyway, so it doesn't really matter if she comes or not, right?" Gao Yuan scratched his head and pretended to be silly and chuckled.

"Hey!" Mo Zhuyou slammed her hand on the table in dissatisfaction.

"Alright, cough cough, come on, I've made you all the coffee." Qiu Yi handed the brewed coffee to Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan, who had just arrived, and then turned around and brewed another cup, as if he intended to save it for the new members.

Having lived with Li Wanyan for a long time, Mo Xueyao's insight had become much sharper than before: "Is there only one new member?"