A Young Woman's Heart

"Um, our class is making a big pot of food and we'd like everyone to eat together. So, we're wondering if you have any tables and chairs we can use. There are over forty people in the class, so we'll need at least four large tables and about forty chairs..."

"We don't have that many chairs."

"Oh……"

"It's alright, I'll borrow some from someone else. Oh, by the way, I have two long tables at home, for banquets. I'll go get them. You can eat standing up, that should be enough."

"Hmm, this works too, then we won't need to bring a chair..."

"Okay, I'll go get it now."

"Hey, wait a minute, let me talk to the boys in my class first and ask them to help..."

"That works too, it'll be more convenient."

Mo Xueyao turned around, intending to report the situation, but the old man stopped her: "Blue eyes, and your features are quite different... young lady, are you mixed race?"

"Eh... um... yes."

"Oh... what nationality are you of mixed race?"

"Russia……"

"Oh—Russia, haha, I heard that back in the day, the foreign language we learned in school wasn't English, but Russian."

"Oh, is that so..." Mo Xueyao replied dryly, "I'm going to call someone, I'm leaving now."

"Alright." The old man tapped his pipe, took out some tobacco from his pocket, took a puff, but ultimately didn't put it back in the pipe. "Not much left..."

"Let's go buy some."

"Why buy anything? If you can grow your own food, why waste money? We farmers create everything with our own hands..."

"We didn't earn this money ourselves, so why can't we buy it?"

"What a waste of money. Save it for your grandson's treats." The old man gave him a reproachful look and shooed him away like a mosquito. "Alright, alright, you should hurry up and go too. Didn't these kids ask you for help?"

The long table is really big and long. Fortunately, it can be folded up, otherwise it probably wouldn't even fit in the house.

After a few boys brought it over, they unfolded it and placed it on the open ground.

It looked like they were about to hold a grand banquet on this rural land.

While the other classes were still working on their own, Class Two had already started putting the dishes up one after another, and soon they were all done.

Both long tables were crammed with various dishes, and although there were some overlaps, the variety was already quite extensive.

Students don't need to sit. They can just stand aside and eat with their bowls of rice. Those who have taken food step back, and those who haven't come in can take it, and so on in a rotating manner.

The moon had already hung above the treetops, and golden osmanthus blossoms were falling one after another, with a few even drifting into the dishes, as if they had come specially to add a touch of fragrance to the food.

"Your students are amazing!" praised the teachers from other classes, making Ye Wen smile with pride, almost unable to stop smiling.

"Very well organized."

"Yeah, they're so united. Even with a teacher's help, this kind of thing would be hard to do."

"How were they taught?"

“I didn’t specifically teach them to be obedient or to be organized and disciplined. I just treat them all equally and listen to their thoughts. I hope that each of them will take care of others as I take care of them—” Ye Wen shouted to the students of Class Two on tiptoe, “Leave some for me! Qiu Yi, hurry up, let’s go eat too!”

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Chapter Seventy-Seven Pillow Fight

"Ding ding ding, dong dong ding~ ding dong ding dong dong~"

Mo Xueyao closed her eyes, lost in the music.

This is Qiu Yi's electronic keyboard, which is said to be a master's signature model. Excluding these extra premiums, it is probably the best electronic keyboard in the world - unless it is a privately customized one made with expensive materials, it cannot compare with it, at most it is comparable to it.

Its tone is excellent, almost piano-level.

Mo Xueyao was even a little worried that after she went back, she wouldn't like her family's 'cheap' electronic keyboard anymore...

After all, it's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality!

Everyone was present in the small living room, and the furniture, such as the sofa and TV cabinet, had all been moved to the bedroom.

This way, even Mo Zhuyou's drum set can fit, though it might be a little cramped...

"How's it going, Yaoyao? Have you gotten used to the extended electronic keyboard yet?" Hua Yinyin stopped playing the pipa and asked, swinging her two braids.

"It's alright, I feel like my vocal range has widened a lot." Mo Xueyao brushed aside a strand of hair that had fallen down and found that a few of her hairs had grown quite a bit, the longest of which was already halfway down her neck.

"Come on, let's practice one last time, then we'll take a break!" Mo Zhuyou took a deep breath, raised her drumsticks high, ready to strike at any moment.

Because this is a girls' dormitory, Mr. Xue cannot come in—not even members of the band.

There are many reasons, but the point is that you can't get in.

But if it were Huang Yuxi, she should be able to sneak in.

After all, no one could tell he was a boy...

So, the four girls had to practice together. Although Mr. Xue's melodious bamboo flute music was missing, it wasn't a big problem.

Recently, Mo Zhuyou's teamwork has been getting better and better, and she finds the rhythm very accurately, as if she has suddenly figured something out.

"Okay, one last time." Mo Xueyao nodded, waiting for Mo Zhuyou to give the signal.

"Three, two, one! Thump!"

Practice shouldn't go on too late, otherwise it will disturb other students' sleep. It was already almost eight o'clock, so it was indeed time to end.

It was supposed to be just a musical instrument practice, but Hua Yinyin took the lead and started singing.

Mo Xueyao was stunned for a moment, then began to harmonize with her.

After getting used to this piece of music, I no longer need to pay special attention to my hand movements; they become as natural and fluid as an instinctive reaction.

As the song ended, everyone's foreheads were covered in sweat. Hua Yinyin, with the demeanor of a team leader, praised, "Hmm, not bad, not bad. With another month of practice, we can perform on stage!"

"I think it's fine right now!" Mo Zhuyou puffed out her chest confidently.

"Pfft, there are still many shortcomings, but let's rest today, I'm going to take a shower!" Hua Yinyin stuffed her pipa into her bag and placed it in the bedroom.

"Let's go take a shower too." Wang Jiale looked at Mo Zhuyou, then turned to Mo Xueyao. "By the way, do you want to sleep together tonight?"

"Sleep together? There probably won't be enough room."

"We'll move all the instruments away, and this will be a big open space. Then we can just wipe it clean with a rag and put the bedding on it!"

"Uh...where do I put the shoes?"

"Put it by the door!" Wang Jiale said expectantly. "Although it's different from my tatami mat, it'll definitely be very comfortable to sleep on. We rarely come out together, so we'll definitely sleep like this for a few nights!"

"I agree!" Hua Yinyin raised her hands high.

"Okay, okay, that's it!" Mo Zhuyou nodded vigorously.

"Where is Wanyan?"

"That's fine then."

This answer was somewhat unexpected; Mo Xueyao had thought she would say "whatever."

Perhaps this means that she also enjoys sleeping like this occasionally?

Mo Xueyao touched her cheek and started preparing: "Let's clean up first before taking a shower, otherwise we'll get dirty again after we shower."

"Okay~! I'll listen to Yaoyao!"

Everyone went to the convenience store and bought several brand-new rags, and then they started cleaning.

The living room wasn't actually that dirty, but since we were going to sleep there, it definitely needed to be cleaned thoroughly from top to bottom.

After cleaning up, everyone went back to their own dorm rooms to take showers.

"Knock knock—" Just as Mo Xueyao finished taking a shower, there was a knock on the door.

"Oh, everyone's here." Mo Xueyao stepped aside, and the girls outside rushed in, making the already cramped living room even more crowded.

Mo Zhuyou came with her sister, Ai Xiuer, Ye Banxia, ​​and others, while Wang Jiale brought Sanhua Tongjue and Lu Chengyuan along.

"Can you sleep comfortably?" Mo Xueyao asked with some concern as she looked at the bedding spread on the floor.

"Don't worry, don't worry, it'll definitely be fine if you squeeze it in!"

"It's more fun when everyone's huddled together," Lu Chengyuan said, blinking.

The ten girls spread their bed sheets on the floor, covering the entire living room and even overlapping each other.

"Wow—this is my dream!" Wang Jiale hugged a soft blanket and started rolling around on the floor.

“Me too!” Mo Zhuyou also lay down.

However, once everyone was lying on the ground, they realized there seemed to be no more space to roll around.

Everyone was crammed together, leaving only the aisle at their feet leading to the washroom and the doorway.

"Oh, it's so hot." Wang Jiale said with a light laugh, her face pressed against the Sanhua Tongjue.

“Yes.” Sanhua Tongjue rubbed back, looking like two kittens rubbing their faces against each other. If the boys saw this, they would probably be too excited to sleep tonight.

"It's almost ten o'clock, shouldn't we turn off the lights?" Mo Xueyao asked, lying in the innermost spot.

"Hmm, that's about right." Hua Yinyin nodded, holding Mo Xueyao's arm.

Li Wanyan slept in the seat closest to the window, next to Mo Xueyao, and then Hua Yinyin.

"Turn off the lights!" Lu Chengyuan, who was lying on the ground, also raised her hand.

Actually, no one was sleepy yet; it was just that it was time to turn off the lights.

What follows will likely be a long, drawn-out conversation.

"Who's turning off the light?" Wang Jiale called out, looking up. She and Sanhua Tongjue were hugging each other and snuggled into the same bed.

"Turn off the light closest to the switch." Mo Xueyao pushed away Hua Yinyin's face, which was very close to hers. "Stop it, stop it, Yinyin—"

Aisha was sleeping on the far side. She stood up and prepared to pull the rope that served as a switch.

The others who hadn't yet lay down also adjusted their pillows, preparing to lie down.