A Young Woman's Heart

Yes... it's lyrics!

The lead singer is about to start singing!

However, Hua Yinyin did not speak for a full second.

She looked at Mo Xueyao with a hint of panic, as if she had forgotten the lyrics.

This guy...

They're still unreliable when it comes to crucial moments!

Mo Xueyao screamed inwardly, but quickly let the lyrics appear in her mind: "Autumn~, there will always be fallen leaves—"

Hua Yinyin finally remembered the lyrics and started singing, taking on the responsibility of being the lead singer once again.

The music is melodious and soothing, with a slow, leisurely rhythm, like a snail climbing up a grape trellis.

Actually, slow songs with simple melodies like this aren't that difficult.

The slightly more difficult parts were all handled by Hua Yinyin's pipa.

There was also a section where the pipa and bamboo flute played solos, which the two of them handled with ease.

This clever division of labor and cooperation adds complexity to the piece while ensuring that it is easy for everyone to learn, making it sound less simple.

“Dong, dong dong long dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong…” Mo Xueyao pressed the piano keys, already immersed in the music.

This is a piece that everyone has practiced many times, and they can be said to know it by heart.

Once you stop feeling nervous, you'll naturally find yourself in a better state of mind.

Mr. Xue's bamboo flute has an extremely strong penetrating power, like music coming from the sky.

Many girls were already smitten; handsome guys who can play musical instruments are always very popular.

Moreover, Mr. Xue's refined appearance makes him lack the aggressiveness of a typical boy, but it also makes him more approachable.

And it won't make you look effeminate; it still gives you the sense of security that a man should have.

Is that a xiao (vertical bamboo flute)?

"It should be a flute, right?"

"That guy is so handsome..."

"Mmm! Red lips, white teeth, and a dashing demeanor!"

"A handsome young man, dressed in white, as pure as snow!"

"Hey, you two are even using idioms in a contest?"

"Exactly, stop being so infatuated."

"What? You were the one who watched the longest!"

Not only Mo Xueyao, but everyone else was also captivated by the music, as if they were standing under the tree, watching the colorful autumn leaves swirling in the air and slowly falling.

Sweat dripped from Mo Zhuyou's forehead. The drum set is one of the most tiring instruments, but she didn't feel tired at all at this moment. Her wide-open eyes seemed to be sparkling.

"This is the harvest, the melody—" Hua Yinyin had already performed at her usual level, and even started to exceed it.

"Melody~" Mo Xueyao joined in the harmony.

Hua Yinyin simply took her pipa and walked to the edge of the stage, then jumped down and began playing it among the crowd below.

"Wow, Yinyin's acting crazy!" Lu Chengyuan whispered.

"Pfft, that's great! It means you're in a good state and have completely lost yourself in the moment," Mo Xiao laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Click, click~"

"Click-clack—"

Hua Yinyin even made minor adjustments to the melody midway through, extending this section which originally only had two lines.

Everyone followed without hesitation, as if they had already guessed that she would do this.

"Click-clack~" she continued singing.

"Click-clack—" Mo Xueyao hummed softly as she played the electronic keyboard.

I walked in~

"Walking in—"

"On a carpet of fallen leaves~"

"On the carpet—"

"Shaking and wobbling—"

"Bouncing and hopping~"

"Shaking and wobbling~"

"Bouncing and hopping—"

"Hey!" Hua Yinyin, holding her pipa, suddenly jumped onto the stage again, immediately eliciting a gasp of surprise.

Although her breathing became a little rapid, she continued singing excitedly, and the melody became a little faster than usual.

The accelerated drumbeats of Mozhuyou are proof of this.

Wang Jiale's bass voice was deep and resonant, and without a microphone, it was impossible to transmit the sound. So she simply moved closer to Mo Xueyao and shared the microphone with her.

Now, the bass's deep voice was finally much clearer.

The rich bass notes added a touch of stability to the piece, and the contrast with the high notes further enhanced the feeling of autumn.

"Autumn leaves are like potato chips, they're everywhere here~ crunch crunch~"

"The wind is eating the fallen leaves~"

"Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm~" Hua Yinyin added her own humming at the end, her voice soft and sweet, sounding like she had fallen into honey.

The final humming made many of the boys who had been watching Mo Xueyao turn their attention to her.

The humming not only tickled their ears, but also gave them a tingling, cat-like sensation in their hearts...

The charm of youthfulness and maturity blends together without feeling out of place.

Hua Yinyin showcased her strengths to the fullest, and many of her classmates felt that this was not the Hua Yinyin they knew.

"Holy crap...that sounds amazing!"

"Liu Xiaogou, have some culture, okay? It should be called 'lingering melody'."

"Damn, this mere Gao Yuan is actually trying to use idioms with me?"

Finally, Hua Yinyin's sweet and melodious voice faded away, as if she were slowly disappearing into the distance.

When the song ended, many boys felt a little lost.

It's like having a wonderful relationship, but then breaking up.

"One more time!" someone finally shouted, and the others echoed in agreement.

"do it again!"

"One more song!"

"Hehe." Hua Yinyin wiped the sweat from her forehead, her excitement rising. She grabbed the microphone and shouted, "Okay—! One more time!!"

Then, the music started again.

What happened just now felt like a rehearsal; this time, everyone truly showcased their abilities.

Moreover, Hua Yinyin ingeniously turned this slow song into a fast song. At first, Mo Xueyao was worried that everyone would not be able to keep up, but to her surprise, everyone kept up well.

After all, it's a piece that has been practiced many times. If it were just this piece, even if it were sped up, it would be perfectly feasible, right?

This is mainly because the most difficult parts were handled by Hua Yinyin and Mr. Xue.

After the second performance, everyone was incredibly excited. Even after they left the stage, people were still talking about it.

Some students who were originally timid and dared not go on stage to perform mustered up their courage and prepared to go on stage to perform and show their personal style.

It was still early, the dinner was still going on, and the musical instruments were placed in the corner.

Mo Xueyao pulled Mr. Xue to sit at her table and asked excitedly, "How was the performance just now?"

"Everyone is doing very well," Mr. Xue said with a smile.

“Everyone is amazing!” Mo Xiaoxiao added.

Everyone else looked on with envy, especially Lu Chengyuan, who was now regretting not being able to join the band.

Although standing on stage makes me shy, the feeling of being able to express myself is truly wonderful...

"Huh, no beer?" Hua Yinyin asked, swinging her short legs.

"Of course not," Mo Xueyao replied matter-of-factly.

"What's going on? Why is there beer over there with the boys? Xiaoxue, what's going on?"

"Oh, those were bought by the boys at the convenience store at their own expense," Mr. Xue chuckled. "Do you want some? I'll get you a few bottles."

"Yes, yes, of course I want it!"

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Chapter 89 This Time, Spending the Night Together

Note: This chapter is a tribute to K-on (the 09 anime series K-On!).

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"Hoo-hoo—" After taking a shower, Mo Xueyao wrapped a towel around her hair and leaned against the pile of quilts.

Tonight is the last day of the agricultural learning activity. Several close girls gathered together again. The living room was already covered with mattresses, and as for the quilts, no one knew who had piled them up.

"Who piled this up?" Mo Xueyao leaned comfortably against the quilt, squinting as she asked. The rain was still falling outside the window, and a cool breeze blew into the room through the gaps, but she didn't feel cold at all after taking a shower; on the contrary, she felt exceptionally comfortable.

"Me and Yinyin," Wang Jiale said, leaning against the other side of the quilt. "Don't we look like a mountain?"