A Young Woman's Heart

This sparked a variety of opinions among the audience.

Everyone gave different names, and some even claimed that it was Li Bai who said it. It seems that many people didn't study politics much in junior high school. Well, that makes sense, since it was just a minor subject back then, unlike the humanities classes in high school, where it was a closed-book exam like the main subjects.

"Haha, this is what our country's leader said..." Wan Jianlei continued, "But it's important to understand that he wasn't actually our country's president in history."

"Huh—?" This stunned Mo Xueyao. In her mind, wasn't he the President of the People's Republic of China? At the very least, he was the one who handled things like the 'reform and opening up'. In the era when he was still alive, he had the most power. How could he not be the President of the People's Republic of China?

"Haha, are you all surprised? But actually, although he never served as chairman, in certain eras he was someone who truly possessed chairman-level power. That's politics. Politics is very complex. You can't generalize about whether a person is good or bad. You can only say whether the person's contributions are greater or the negative impacts are greater..." Wan Jianlei talked on and on, even though it was content unrelated to the textbook, but everyone listened with great interest.

So much so that it felt like only the beginning had just started, and ten minutes had already passed. The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Mo Xueyao didn't really want to eat lunch; instead, she wanted to hear Wan Jianlei finish telling the story.

Making politics interesting is actually quite a difficult thing.

"Alright, get out of class dismissed. We'll continue next time."

"Teacher Wan, are you having lunch?" Mo Xueyao hurriedly went to greet her.

"Eat."

"Let's talk while we eat!"

"Huh? Hahaha, alright." Wan Jianlei laughed smugly, "Want to hear more?"

"Yes, yes!" Several students next to him nodded vigorously. "Okay, let's go together."

Mo Xueyao casually pulled Li Wanyan along, and seven or eight students who liked to listen to his stories gathered around them as they slowly walked to the cafeteria.

While queuing, Wan Jianlei joined the others, so much so that Mo Xueyao felt for the first time that the queue wasn't long at all, because it was her turn to get food in no time.

As the only teacher among the students who ate lunch with them, he naturally attracted a lot of attention. Some people even deliberately came over to ask him why he was getting food from the students. He replied that he was just trying something different.

"Ah, are all the teachers in Class Two this approachable?"

"I heard that Class 2, Class 1, and Class 3 all have young teachers."

"Damn, I want young teachers too!"

"Don't even think about it." The boy next to him patted his companion on the shoulder. "Do you think Class 7 would want that kind of treatment? It's impossible."

"Damn it, why are all the teachers in our class old men and women, middle-aged aunties and stuff, while the teachers in Class Two are all young and humorous male teachers, or pretty female teachers? It's not fair!"

"There's no such thing as fairness. If you have good grades, you can go to one of the top three classes too."

"Damn... if I had a younger teacher, I would definitely get good grades."

"You're just fooling yourself..."

Lunchtime was much more enjoyable than usual because Wan Jianlei was telling stories.

Wan Jianlei was completely unpretentious, even putting his arm around Gao Yuan's shoulder and laughing as they discussed the recent US-Russia situation.

"Haha, what? Japan is just a dog raised by the United States, not even a son. But the United States might not be so sure. Maybe if they get desperate, they'll beat up both the son and the father."

"Hey, Professor Wan, is it possible for Japan to become a permanent member of the UN Security Council?"

"Impossible. How can a defeated country be a permanent member of the UN Security Council? It's a fascist country! What is the United Nations? Its predecessor was the anti-fascist alliance. Think about it, if the leading country in this alliance had fascism, what would that mean? Wouldn't it mean that the United Nations has become a fascist alliance?"

“That makes sense. I’ve never understood why Japan, which is so powerful in Asia, isn’t a permanent member of the UN Security Council.”

"Hey……"

Mo Xueyao listened with great interest, shoveling several mouthfuls of rice into her mouth. Having once been a boy, she was most interested in topics like global political and military comparisons.

The girls had stopped paying attention to Wan Jianlei and started gossiping amongst themselves, seemingly talking most about Taiwanese and Korean celebrities…

"Hey, are you tired?" Mo Xueyao greeted Leng Feng with a smile as she went to put away the trays. Although the two weren't very close, they were classmates after all.

"It's alright." Fang Wenqing nodded indifferently.

"This is so troublesome." Leng Feng was not as cold as her name suggested; her thoughts were written all over her face.

"Little Yaoyao~ Hurry up, we're getting ready to go to the band room to practice!"

"What's the rush? Xiaoxue hasn't finished eating yet."

"Let's go make some tea and sit for a while." Hua Yinyin took Mo Xueyao's arm and pulled her outside.

She turned to look at Li Wanyan behind her and shouted, "Wanyan, why don't you go back to the classroom by yourself?"

"Okay." Li Wanyan doesn't have any duty to be on duty right now, but that doesn't mean she has nothing to do. As the class monitor, she still has to check on the work of the others.

For example, at noon, we need to remind the students who are cleaning the playground, whether the students on duty at the gate have passed by, and where the students who will be checking the cleanliness of the indoor area during the lunch break are, so that they don't forget later.

More and more students are now not even coming back for their indoor lunch break; they're staying in their clubs or on the playground instead...

They've all become seasoned veterans.

Li Wanyan concealed the bandage on her right wrist with her long sleeves. Her right hand could actually move now, but it could only be slightly straightened or closed, making it very difficult to hold a pen and write—even if she could, it would be damaged.

Although the doctor advised her to move her right hand more during the healing period, it was limited to simple hand stretching exercises.

After all, when you hold a pen to write, you have to maintain one posture for a long time, which will only have the opposite effect and will not allow your hand to get proper exercise.

"Zhou Yong, why aren't you on guard duty?"

"Ah, class monitor, um, my stomach isn't feeling too good... hehe."

"But I just heard from someone that you're going to the school's arcade with Gao Yuan to play games."

"Oh, well, no, no, it's just something people said, don't believe it!"

"Go stand guard." Li Wanyan glanced at his drawer. "Hang up the ceremonial guard sash, hurry up, I'm watching you."

"Ah... Class monitor... Okay, okay, I'll go, alright..." Zhou Yong looked dejected, while Liu Xiaowei ran out triumphantly, standing at the door and deliberately winking at him for a while.

"Damn it, Liu Xiaogou, you just wait and see how I'll beat you up!" Zhou Yong immediately raised a middle finger.

"Hurry up," Li Wanyan urged.

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Chapter 109 A Surprise After School? (Part 1)

It's October 17th, the month is already halfway through, and late autumn has arrived.

A light drizzle was falling outside, and the whole city was shrouded in a light mist.

Surprisingly, the air wasn't stuffy at all; on the contrary, it was quite refreshing. Mo Xueyao arrived at school early, about an hour before seven o'clock, so she went to the band room first.

Surprisingly, Hua Yinyin had already arrived. Her schoolbag and pipa were placed on a foam mat in the corner, and she was sitting by the window, enjoying the rain that was blowing in at an angle and the cool autumn breeze.

In her hands, a thick, black-covered Bible lay open, and her hands were clenched into fists as she silently prayed.

Mo Xueyao never knew that she was such a devout believer.

"God bless you, may you rest your head on the tender...breasts of a girl and fall into a deep sleep."

"Hey, what kind of prayer is this!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and immediately retracted the judgment that had just crossed her mind.

"Ahem, this is an important ritual for praying to God."

"What god would grant you this wish...?"

"Any god will do as long as it works!"

"Then you can use your own pillow."

"It's not that big, that's an exaggeration."

"Nora seems to be able to do that..." Mo Xueyao muttered, sitting down next to Hua Yinyin and slumping onto the table. "Why so early today?"

"My alarm clock broke and woke me up two hours early... so I took the first bus..." Hua Yinyin yawned and wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes. "Xiao Yaoyao, you shouldn't have said that, it just makes me sleepy..."

"Then don't lean on me." Mo Xueyao muttered, taking a closer look at the so-called Bible. She found that it was just a notebook with a Bible cover. It was probably bought by Hua Yinyin from the small shop at the entrance. When she came in, Hua Yinyin pretended to pray to tease her.

The band classroom was unusually quiet in the morning. Mo Xueyao took out a music reading textbook from her bag. It was full of music theory knowledge. It was a gift from Wang Jiale. With a solid foundation, it would be easier to learn new pieces. Even though she was very talented in music, she couldn't just squander it.

What needs to be learned still needs to be learned.

So, she actually has quite a lot to do every day. In addition to her main coursework, she also has to study music theory on her own, practice the piano when she has free time, and spends the little free time she has left to rest.

But that's good too, at least every day is fulfilling, which makes time fly by.

Thinking about it carefully, the midterm exams are almost here, and half of the first semester of the second year of high school has already passed, but Mo Xueyao still feels like the semester has just begun...

The older you get, the faster time seems to pass; it always seems to be like that.

"Good morning~" Mo Zhuyou pushed open the door and walked in. Except for Fridays, she never had to bring her drum set home, so she was usually the most relaxed person in the band room—she didn't have to carry her instrument to and from school every day.

"Good morning." Mo Xueyao lazily looked at Mo Zhuyou, while Hua Yinyin rested her head on her back, lying on her back and looking at the door.

"what is that?"

"Eh? Well? Hehe, you'll find out after school this afternoon," Mo Zhuyou said mysteriously. "But you absolutely can't open it before then."

"Oh, now that you mention it, I'm actually more interested! Come on, Yaoyao, open it and see what's inside!"

“No! Hmm… I guess we shouldn’t put it in the band room after all?” Mo Zhuyou looked at Hua Yinyin warily. “How about we put it in Wen’s office instead?”

“I think we should put it with Awen too. That girl is very curious.” Mo Xueyao turned around and pressed Hua Yinyin’s head down with her hand. “It wouldn’t be good if she took it apart.”

"Hmm...we'll have to wait until school lets out this afternoon to open it." Mo Zhuyou patted the box she was carrying. "Has Awen arrived at the office yet?"

"It shouldn't have arrived yet. You can send it over later."

"What? I wouldn't just take other people's things apart! Why don't you trust me at all!"

"Don't believe a single word Yin Yin says." Mo Zhuyou protectively held onto the box. "You're not allowed to look at it until after school!"

"Tch, fine, I won't look then. Humph, what's with all the mystery? I don't believe there's any surprise in store." Hua Yinyin turned her head away, but her eyes kept glancing at the box out of the corner of her eye.

This guy's actions and words are completely different.

There isn't much time in the morning, and it's impossible to get everyone together all at once, so those who want to practice can practice on their own, while those who don't want to practice can sit and drink tea like Mo Xueyao.

The semi-automatic teapot that Qiu Yi brought was a lifesaver in the autumn and winter seasons.

On days like these, a cup of warm tea is incredibly comforting.

Wang Jiale would occasionally bring some snacks, and sometimes the band room would feel as relaxing as a tea room.

"It's 6:50, I should go downstairs." After finishing her cup of tea, Mo Xueyao stood up and walked towards the door.

"Well, I have to go down too." Mo Zhuyou hurriedly followed. As for Hua Yinyin, she had already gone back to the classroom to put away her schoolbag.