A Young Woman's Heart

However, even in a classroom with the lights on, it can still be terrifying if there's only one person in such a school.

"Achoo, achoo, achoo!" Hua Yinyin sneezed three times towards the open space beside her, then choked on her food and coughed violently, "Cough cough..."

"Are you alright?" Although she always seemed to dislike her, Mo Xueyao actually cared about her quite a bit. After all, she was one of her closest friends in high school.

"Cough... Huff... Huff..."

"Is this a side effect of spending the night at school yesterday?"

"I just choked a little!"

"Don't come here with a cold the next morning," Wang Jiale joked. "Remember to wear a mask so you don't infect others!"

"Ugh, I won't catch a cold so easily!"

"Stay away from me, I don't want to get infected." Mo Xueyao moved over.

"I don't even have a cold yet!!"

The playful noises dispelled the slightly eerie atmosphere from before, and everyone finished their dinner on the school playground that night.

They had all taken their schoolbags and musical instruments downstairs, so now they just needed to pack their things and go home.

The roads outside the school were covered with a few golden fallen leaves, and there were piles of leaves under some trees. It seems that these leaves fell after the sanitation workers went off duty.

Compared to the school, the roads were much brighter, with rows of streetlights illuminating the way ahead, and the group parted ways once again at that familiar intersection.

See you tomorrow!

Bye-bye!

……

Chapter 49 Passing Notes in Class

The third and fourth periods on Friday mornings are both English classes.

Just as the long break ended, Wang Qianyu walked in wearing a Lolita dress with a strawberry pattern. The dress looked very fluffy, making her look like a strawberry cake.

Wang Jiale looked on with envy, partly because she envied her for having so many dresses to change into, and partly because she envied her for being able to wear such a dress to school.

Unfortunately, students are required to wear school uniforms; other clothes are not allowed on ordinary days.

"Okay, alright, both periods today are English classes. We won't take a break in between, we'll finish them in one go, and then we'll end get out of class ten minutes early so you don't have to rush to the cafeteria all the time."

"Great!" Liu Xiaowei immediately shouted excitedly.

"Liu Xiaowei, stand and listen to the lecture."

"Huh? Huh?"

"I used to sleep in every English class, now I'll just stand up and listen."

"But I didn't sleep this time!"

"You can sit down once you answer the question correctly."

"Teacher, then I'll just stand here." Liu Xiaowei's stubborn demeanor was both amusing and exasperating.

"Time flies, you know. Study hard, don't just try to fool the teacher. You're not studying for me anyway." Wang Qianyu shook her head helplessly. "Okay, okay, everyone, look at me~"

"Teacher, you look so beautiful today!"

"Absolutely gorgeous!"

This time it was the girls who were making a fuss.

Wang Qianyu couldn't stop smiling for a moment. She coughed twice and tried to look serious: "No, it's because I want you to look at me and pay attention in class. Look at me, look at the blackboard, understand?"

Wang Qianyu often tells stories of her travels in her English classes, and while attracting students' attention, she also incorporates the knowledge points she is going to teach into them.

A rigid, overly serious teaching approach won't be as effective. After all, this isn't a private school, so individualized instruction isn't possible. To cater to the majority and ensure everyone can understand the material, the teaching methods need to be more accessible and easy to grasp. As a result, the teaching pace is inevitably slower.

—What's the use of teaching quickly if few people can understand it?

“I went to London when I was very young. At that time, I thought Europe was just one country, and that London was the capital. Later I found out that there are actually quite a few countries in Europe. I made a fool of myself back then. When people asked me where I went, I said, ‘I went to the capital of Europe…’”

Mo Xueyao listened attentively to Wang Qianyu's lecture when Ai Xiuer suddenly patted her arm gently.

"Hmm...?" Mo Xueyao shifted her gaze slightly in confusion.

Ashley smiled at her and then handed her a folded note.

The note looked like it had been torn from a random notebook; the tear marks looked like it had been chewed by a dog.

There were a few lines of small, round characters written on it; they weren't exactly pretty, but they were certainly cute.

It's a bit like the fancy calligraphy you'd only see on posters.

"Little Yaoyao, shall we go to the convenience store later?"

"What is this... It's so nonsensical..." Mo Xueyao muttered, knowing it was written by Hua Yinyin without even looking at her signature.

When she looked up again, she saw that while Wang Qianyu was writing on the blackboard, she turned around with a grin and waved her little hand at her.

Mo Xueyao tilted her head and glanced at her, then wrote on the note: "Where to go?"

The note was handed to Aishuer again, who glanced at her and then passed it to Chali, who was across the aisle.

Cha Li calmly took the note while staring at the blackboard, gently patted Hua Yinyin's back, and handed the note over.

A short while later, the note was passed back.

Mo Xueyao's lesson was interrupted once again. She could only unfold the note when the teacher wasn't looking in their direction: "I heard that the convenience store is selling freshly made bread and cakes today."

"So you want to go buy some..." she muttered softly, writing on the note, "Want to go eat?"

"Yeah, let's go together after class at noon."

"All right."

The note was passed back and forth until the message was finally delivered. Just when Mo Xueyao thought Hua Yinyin had nothing else to say, another note came through.

"Will Hua Yinyin ever stop..." Mo Xueyao helplessly covered her forehead, but when she unfolded the paper, she found that the handwriting was different.

Judging from the heavy ink marks, it must have been written by a boy. Girls usually don't use that much force when writing—except for Mo Xueyao.

"Mo Xueyao, I've liked you for a long time — Yue Tingfeng."

"Eh...?" Although she had been in school for a whole year, almost no one, whether male or female, disliked her. Everyone liked her. Even she, a former boy, thought that someone might have a crush on her. But this was the first time she had been confessed to so directly.

Le Tingfeng sat by the window in the fourth group, next to the chubby girl Tian Xinnan.

When Mo Xueyao turned her gaze over, he also looked over, then nervously waved his hand forcefully and pointed to Zhou Mingzhong in front of him.

When Mo Xueyao looked over again, she saw Zhou Mingzhong smirking gleefully.

If it were an average girl, she probably wouldn't understand what was going on.

But she was different; she figured out the situation in an instant.

This is probably a prank by Yue Tingfeng's best friend. Shi Haiming had done something similar before, and the target of his prank was Li Gutao.

Moreover, Mo Xueyao knew a deeper meaning: people who play pranks on others like this are often the ones who like the girl.

Shi Haiming said when he was about to graduate from junior high school that he wished he had confessed his feelings to that girl back then.

Boys are so easy to understand.

Mo Xueyao sighed helplessly.

Using someone else to confess one's feelings, or using pranks to cover up one's true intentions.

This is a technique that boys use all the time.

But at this moment, she still chose to pretend that she didn't know anything, otherwise she would be too busy to deal with other people's confessions all day long.

It's normal for pretty girls to be secretly admired; after all, everyone loves beauty.

When Mo Xueyao looks in the mirror, she is often attracted by her own sapphire-like eyes and stares at them for a long time, let alone other boys.

The best approach with these kinds of notes is to simply ignore them.

Mo Xueyao sighed and looked up, only to be startled. Wang Qianyu had somehow walked up to Ai Xiuer's side and was now looking at her with a smile.

"Mo Xueyao, what are you doing?"

"Cough! There's nothing there!" Mo Xueyao hurriedly clutched the note in her hand.

Although she didn't intend to respond, she didn't want the teacher to find the note.

Otherwise, the boy who passed the note would not only be punished by the teacher, but might also be ridiculed by the whole class, and Mo Xueyao herself would be very embarrassed.

"Stand up!"

"Ah!" She hurriedly stood up, throwing the note in her hand into the drawer but failing to get it in; instead, it fell to the floor.

Sitting behind her, Li Wanyan bent down slightly and picked up the note that had rolled to her feet.

"Hehe, I found it! What is it?"

“The note.” Having already read the text, Li Wanyan reported the other party without hesitation, “It was written by Yue Tingfeng.”

Mo Xueyao glanced at Li Wanyan with some dissatisfaction and put her hands behind her back.

"Let me see~ Hmm, Mo Xueyao, I've liked you for a long time."

"Hahaha—" The students burst into laughter.

"Little Yaoyao is mine!" Hua Yinyin shouted, asserting her ownership.

"Le Tingfeng, Mo Xueyao is indeed very beautiful, and everyone likes her. It's fine if you want to confess; you're a high school student, after all. I support freedom in relationships, but you have to ensure your grades don't drop, and you shouldn't disturb others during class." Wang Qianyu smiled at Le Tingfeng. "Stand up!"

“Uh…” Yue Tingfeng glared at Zhou Mingzhong, who was sitting upright, but in the end, she didn’t betray him.

"Stand and listen to the lesson for a while, and don't get distracted."

"it is good……"

For others, this was just a minor incident.

After all, the person being confessed to was Mo Xueyao, so it didn't seem strange at all.

If this note was addressed to Tian Xinnan, then the discussion in class would probably never stop.