A Young Woman's Heart

"Hey, your way of playing is no fun. Just fold unless you have a big hand. That way, once you don't fold, everyone will know you have a big hand and then they won't call."

“So you should do what I did and just bet blind. That’s what it means to leave it to fate!” Hua Yinyin said smugly. She placed several more blinds and won a lot more.

The so-called blind bet is when you bet without looking at your own cards. If she bets one cent, others have to bet two cents, and so on.

That's purely a matter of luck.

It felt like the sky hadn't been bright for long before it was about to darken again.

Mo Xueyao looked up, about to pour herself some water, when Wang Jiale bent down and her head bumped into his chest. Her head throbbed with pain, as if she had hit a wall.

"Hiss—" She gasped.

"Ah, um..." Wang Jiale clutched her chest, unable to catch her breath for a long time. She had indeed exerted quite a bit of force to get up just now.

"I didn't expect Lele's chest to be so hard..." Mo Xueyao teased while rubbing her head.

"Who said that? It's definitely very soft!"

"Lele, stop fooling yourself." Hua Yinyin patted her chest. "Everyone knows what 'soft' means."

"Ugh, what's the use of something so big? It's heavy and ugly," Wang Jiale retorted with dissatisfaction.

"Hmm, no use, no use~" Hua Yinyin said casually, but this only made Wang Jiale angrier. In the end, she pounced on her in a fit of rage and banged her head against her chest several times.

It's both regrettable and fortunate that she didn't hurt her head...

But for some reason, an even greater sense of frustration suddenly welled up in Wang Jiale's heart.

"Waaah—I'm not playing anymore!" she yelled angrily, making it seem like she had been bullied.

However, in reality, Hua Yinyin did not fight back at all.

It's probably more of a psychological form of 'being bullied'...

"Dinner's ready, everyone gather in the auditorium." Ye Wen's voice came from outside the door. Although she had already told everyone beforehand, she still came to remind everyone one by one when the time came.

Friday night was supposed to be a dinner that was originally scheduled to be held in an open area, but now it has to be held in the Great Hall of the People.

There are four desks in a class, and each desk can seat about ten people.

With so many large round tables set up here, cold dishes already laid out on them, along with the red carpet on the floor and the rather large stage in front, it gives one the illusion of attending a wedding.

"I heard that the person who cooks here also specializes in preparing wedding banquets!" Wang Jiale said softly.

“No wonder it looked like a wedding scene…” Mo Xueyao realized that her feeling just now was not an illusion, but an intuition.

"Class Two, sit here. Two tables for boys and two tables for girls," Ye Wen called out, standing in front of a few tables against the wall.

The best seats in the middle are, of course, reserved for school leaders and teachers.

Of course, the instructors were also invited to sit there.

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet for a moment." The principal stood on the stage and said with a faint smile, "This agricultural study trip is over today. I hope everyone can get up early tomorrow morning. We will leave at eight o'clock and return to school."

"Can we eat now?" Mo Xueyao asked in a low voice.

"Um...should we wait until the principal finishes speaking?" Wang Jiale asked politely.

"I'll eat first... that golden cake looks delicious."

"Hmm, isn't that usually served as a dessert? Wow, Yinyin is so cunning, she took three pieces by herself!" Mo Zhuyou complained, and quickly took three pieces into her own bowl as well.

These cold dishes and snacks are just for tasting; there are only about ten pieces in total.

Mo Xiaoxiao pinched her younger sister's arm: "Youyou, don't be so greedy, or there won't be any left for others to eat."

"Hmph, Yinyin has already taken three pieces."

"I put these on Xiaoyaoyao and Wanyan's plates," Hua Yinyin said softly, placing the other two pieces into their bowls.

"Ugh, hypocrite."

"Quiet down." Li Wanyan glanced at them and said calmly, immediately silencing everyone once again.

"Everyone has gained something from this agricultural learning activity, so it was worth the trip. Next is the awards ceremony, where the instructors will distribute certificates to the most hardworking and conscientious students in this agricultural learning activity."

Four people are selected from each class, and those whose names are called go up on stage to receive the award.

Some people are shy, some are proud, and some have a blank expression, but that doesn't mean they don't care; they're just too nervous to know what expression to make.

"Class 2, Grade 11, Gao Yuan." The head of teaching read out the list, and the person presenting the award was none other than the instructor of Class 2.

"Holy crap, Gao Yuan actually won a prize?"

"real or fake?"

"There's something inside information—"

"Then I should have one too, right?"

The students were all talking about it, but actually everyone was slacking off and few people noticed his performance; they were just judging him based on their usual impressions.

Mo Xueyao was well aware that Gao Yuan had been working very diligently these past few days. Even Mr. Xue would sometimes slack off with his little hoe, but Gao Yuan had never slacked off even once.

Unfortunately, his weight loss plan did not work, and he still looked just as fat as when he arrived.

The speech at the party ended there, and more dishes were served.

What students like most about the principal is that he never talks a lot of nonsense.

"The stage is open for everyone to use. The party will end at eight o'clock. Please do not leave early without permission." After saying this, the dean of students stepped off the stage.

For the next ten minutes or so, no one stood on the empty stage.

Until one of the boys from a class seemed to have had a little beer, and, slightly tipsy, stood up, picked up the microphone, and started singing a cappella.

The singing was so loud it was almost deafening; Mo Xueyao nearly vomited up the meat she had just chewed.

"This was intentional, wasn't it... Even if you can't sing, you don't have to be so off-key...?" Mo Zhuyou muttered, covering her ears.

"It's practically noise pollution!" Mo Xueyao swallowed the meat in her mouth with difficulty.

"Aaaaaah, beat them until the sky and earth are turned upside down, aaaaah! Black Cat Sheriff..."

He even mixed up the lyrics while singing, which was both funny and exasperating.

"Ugh, that sounds awful! How can someone this bad be on stage?" Hua Yinyin took a big gulp of beer. "Then I want to go up and play the pipa too!"

"Hey, I've got it!" Wang Jiale's eyes lit up. "How about our whole band goes up and play?"

"Great idea! We brought instruments anyway, I just don't know if Xiaoxue brought any." Hua Yinyin raised both hands in agreement.

"Xiaoxue~" Mo Xueyao also called out to Mr. Xue.

"Huh? Hey! I've only been practicing for a short time, do I really have to go on stage!?" Mo Zhuyou was probably the most nervous one among them...

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Chapter 87 First Stage Appearance! We are the Snow Music Band!

Although it's an underground space, the ventilation is excellent, and even with so many students crammed in, there's no feeling of stuffiness.

The entire Great Hall of the People has not been renovated much. Neither the floor nor the walls have been painted; they are just the original concrete.

That stage was built later; this one, however, is not a concrete structure but a wooden one.

Although wood is easily affected by moisture, it also has its advantages, namely that it is easier to disassemble. If this underground space is to be renovated, it will save a lot of trouble.

Besides this spacious hall, the entire underground space has several other entrances. For example, prepared dishes are delivered through another entrance to avoid crowding with students entering from the main entrance.

In addition, there are some small rooms, but they don't look like they're for living; they seem to be used as warehouses or to store diesel generators.

In those days, having an air-raid shelter like this in this small village was already quite remarkable.

The instructor even said that this place was built as a nuclear war shelter according to instructions from above. Although it was only the most basic one, it could still withstand nuclear bombs.

I don't know if this is true or false, since it's not actually that deep, at most it's only as deep as a two- or three-story underground parking garage.

In Mo Xue's imagination, a nuclear war shelter should be at least twenty meters underground and have multiple layers of protection.

There are only two main doors here: one is the outermost entrance door, and the other is the door leading into the main hall.

The gate didn't look very heavy, unlike the shelters in science fiction movies.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue!" In the noisy hall, she called Mr. Xue's name several times before she got a response. He turned his head in confusion, opened his mouth, but no sound came through.

Mo Xueyao could only wave her hand and beckon him over.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Xue stood up from the table where the boys were gathered and walked to her side.

"We've all decided that the whole band will go up and perform!" Mo Xueyao shouted. "Xiaoxue, did you bring your instruments?"

"I only brought a bamboo flute."

"Okay, that's enough! Let's go back and get our instruments now!"

"it is good."

Led by Hua Yinyin, the five-member band ran out of the concrete hall with a mixture of excitement and nervousness and arrived at the ground.

The sound of rain outside suddenly came after the door was pushed open, making Mo Xueyao almost think that she had put on headphones and that the sound of rain was playing inside.

She then realized that she hadn't heard any rain at all while she was down there.

It seems the soundproofing of this Great Hall of the People is quite good. I originally thought it wasn't located very deep underground, but now it looks like it might actually be able to withstand one or two nuclear bombs.

Li Wanyan didn't come out with them because she still had to help register the program; otherwise, if too many people wanted to participate, she didn't know how long the queue would take.

In this respect, Hua Yinyin is no match for her at all—she does whatever comes to mind without considering the big picture, and naturally, she can't make any thoughtful arrangements.

The rain was still falling, and everyone grabbed an umbrella and rushed into the apartment. The rain was blown obliquely onto their faces by the wind, carrying a hint of autumn chill.

But this only made Mo Xueyao and the others more excited. People who are truly willing to practice musical instruments are mostly music lovers.

And how could someone who loves music dislike showing their skills to others?

Whether they were shy or not was another matter; at the very least, they all longed for it immensely.

Even Mo Zhuyou, who had only practiced for a month, was extremely excited at this moment.

If it's just the song that she practiced the most and that has a relatively simple drum rhythm, then even if it's her, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

"Charge—!" Hua Yinyin suddenly shouted. The wind blew her umbrella inside out, so she simply stopped using it and rushed forward in the rain.