A Young Woman's Heart

So Mo Xueyao picked up the cup that was upside down on the table. It had a bunch of star stickers on it, and this one belonged to Wang Jiale.

In fact, she had also put stickers on everyone's cups, only the shapes were different from those on her cups. Although it was childish, it had its advantages—at least with this pile of identical teacups, you wouldn't have to worry about not being able to tell whose cup it was.

"Glug glug—" She picked up the teapot, poured two-thirds of the tea into the cup, and then placed it in front of Wang Jiale, but the latter just held the cup to warm it up without drinking it.

"Why are you here so early today? Did you misread the time?"

"No, not at all." She said, then covered her mouth and yawned several times, before taking a small sip of tea. "I woke up at three o'clock and couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to come early. But after the car ride, I felt sleepy instead."

"Others can't fall asleep until 3 a.m., but you woke up at 3 a.m. and then couldn't fall back asleep?" Mo Xueyao teased. "Did you have a nightmare or a wet dream?"

"Xiaoyao is starting to look more and more like Yinyin lately," Wang Jiale teased, resting his chin on his hand.

The cool autumn breeze blew into the house, swirled around, and then went out again, leaving a withered leaf on the windowsill.

"No way, I'm much more proper than her!"

"Well..." Wang Jiale didn't reply, and after a few minutes of silence, she smiled and said, "I broke up."

"Oh...they really broke up?"

"Yes."

"Ugh, Lele is so cold-blooded, she broke up with him just like that."

"Because I don't have any feelings for him! So... it's better to break up sooner rather than later."

"But after all this time, even a dog would have some feelings for it, right?"

"It's different. The feeling I'm talking about is... a feeling without romantic love."

"I see..." Mo Xueyao scratched her head. "I've never been in a relationship, so I'm not really sure, but if you feel comfortable together, then why not continue being together?"

"It's not particularly comfortable, is it? It just feels so-so, like a friendship?" Wang Jiale sat down next to Mo Xueyao with her teacup in hand. "To put it simply, it's the same whether he's there or not. For me, I'd rather be with my girlfriends."

"Wait, Lele, you don't happen to like girls like Yinyin, do you?"

"Pfft, what? No way."

"Cough, I was just joking." Mo Xueyao tried to brighten her mood. "But it's good, at least he won't come looking for you anymore, so you can manage your time as you please."

"That's true. I was a little sad yesterday, but I feel much better today."

"Cold-blooded woman, tsk tsk."

"No, that's not true!"

"What are you chatting about, having so much fun?" Hua Yinyin always appears at the most inopportune times.

Hmm, no, it's never appropriate for her to appear, no matter when.

"Hey, what's with those disgusted looks you two are giving me!" she pouted, annoyed. "Speaking of which, I was thinking, shouldn't we add another song?"

"Are you finally tired of it?" Mo Xueyao looked relieved. "I've been practicing this song every day, my ears are practically calloused!"

"What? It's just to take care of you guys, afraid you won't practice well. Besides, what's a month? Some people practice a song for three years!" Hua Yinyin took out her notebook and turned to the latest page. "Look, I wrote a score yesterday and I'm still thinking about how to write the lyrics."

"Hmm... this musical staff..."

"Little Yaoyao, you don't still not understand, do you?"

"How long has it been?! Do you think I'm that stupid?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Of course I can understand... uh, most of it!"

"It has a great rhythm!" Wang Jiale was already silently singing along to the sheet music in his mind. "But it seems a bit slow? Would it be better to speed it up a bit?"

"This is to take care of Youyou, because she is a beginner. This song is mainly played by the drummer. If it is too difficult, she will not be able to master it easily, and she will be more likely to make mistakes during the performance. So it is better to go slower."

"Da-da-da-da-da..." Mo Xueyao tapped her foot to the rhythm on the table, her right leg shaking along with it. "Is this rock and roll?"

"Not really, huh... I'd say it's more like light rock?"

"Anyway, hurry up and come up with lyrics!"

"Hmm... in the distant sky..."

"No, no, it can't be too artsy," Hua Yinyin immediately rejected. "How about something a little simpler? Or, something more colloquial?"

"How about we add a few English sentences?" Wang Jiale suggested.

"Okay, but how should I add it...?"

"Hmm..." The three of them fell into deep thought for a moment.

They waited until the other two arrived.

"What's wrong? Are you all imitating The Thinker?" Mr. Xue teased with a smile, sitting down opposite Mo Xueyao.

"She looks like she's been petrified." Mo Zhuyou waved her hand in front of Hua Yinyin, but the latter didn't even blink.

"I'm thinking of lyrics, Xiaoxue, come and help me think of some." Mo Xueyao pointed to the sheet music on the table.

"Why wasn't I included!" Mo Zhuyou puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry. "What if I could write lyrics too?"

"...Whenever she's writing lyrics, all Youyou does is complain and slack off, she hardly does anything else, right?" Wang Jiale looked at her helplessly.

"Ah! I've got it!!" Hua Yinyin suddenly clapped her hands, startling everyone.

"You've figured it out?"

"Let's call it 'Funeral Song of Troubles'! Let all troubles disappear!" Hua Yinyin thought it made more and more sense, so she simply wrote it down on a piece of paper. "Mr. Xue can play the suona for the climax! Hmm, that's it, I really am a genius!"

Everyone gathered around Hua Yinyin, watching her quickly write down the lyrics in her notebook.

His thoughts flowed like a spring, and he wrote without stopping.

"Life is never easy on the way of growing up."

"My thoughts are soaring, but worries are blocking my way."

"I have tasted the pain of falling down time and time again."

"Whoosh—"

"This kind of trouble, that kind of trouble, are troubling us~"

"But don't be afraid of having troubles!"

"Put your troubles away and put them in a box."

"Then—we sang, jumped, and danced as we carried it to the ground~"

"Don't panic, bury your troubles, then stand before their grave and sing aloud—"

Goodbye, my growing pains, I'm sending you to the underworld to be reincarnated today!

If you want to come back to me, then make yourself happy~

Goodbye, my life's trials and tribulations, today I'll send you to the underworld to be reincarnated~

"If you ever want to come back to me, then become the smooth road beneath my feet!!"

After finishing the song in one go, Hua Yinyin felt as refreshed as if she had taken a hot bath on a snowy winter day. Her little face was flushed and seemed to be steaming: "How was it! The lyrics of this song!"

“Well… how should I put it… these lyrics…” Mo Xueyao covered her forehead, “…are definitely very much in your style…”

"Would the school really allow us to sing these kinds of lyrics?" Wang Jiale questioned.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the principal is very open-minded!"

"Thank goodness I don't have to sing..." Mo Zhuyou breathed a sigh of relief and muttered.

Mr. Xue was the only one who seemed quite satisfied: "Isn't this great? Let's use these lyrics."

"Right!" Hua Yinyin excitedly bumped into Mr. Xue's chest. "As expected, Xiao Xue understands me best!"

"...Xiaoxue, you should write the lyrics for the next song again," Mo Xueyao said quietly.

Hua Yinyin grabbed her from behind, baring her teeth and claws: "Little Yaoyao is complaining about me again!"

"Isn't complaining about you part of your daily work?"

"Eek! Okay, I've decided, let's practice this song now!"

"Uh... I feel like I haven't mastered that song yet..." Mo Zhuyou darted to her drum set and sat down. "Let's go, 'Fallen Leaves Are Like Potato Chips'!"

"No way! Let's play 'The Funeral Song of Trouble'!"

"But I don't have sheet music! Hehe."

"Don't worry, I've written out sheet music for each of you! Just ask me if you don't understand anything!"

"Eee-ah—no—"

Everyone used to find practicing the same song tedious, but now that we're actually practicing a new one, they're actually looking to slack off.

It was probably because the initial period of practice was just too painful...

Before long, intermittent music filled the band room of room 508, sounding completely out of place with the continuous music coming from downstairs.

"Today I'll send you to the underworld to be reincarnated—!" Hua Yinyin even sang into the microphone, her voice echoing throughout the entire campus. Students who had just entered the school stared blankly at the laboratory building, wondering which class this student was from, singing such a unique song.

"Yinyin, why are you shouting so loudly?!" Then came Wang Jiale's slightly embarrassed exclamation.

"Pfft, stop fooling around, don't sing yet! Practice your instruments first!" This was Mo Xueyao's voice, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.

Then, an even more penetrating suona horn sounded.

Standing at the school gate, Lu Bolun was somewhat dazed, even having the illusion that he was about to be buried.

The mournful suona melody suddenly shifted, becoming soaring high, transforming the seventh-day memorial service into a wedding ceremony…

"Take the microphone away quickly... Xiaoxue's suona is too loud!"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Then, there was another round of noise.

Luberon stared blankly in that direction, then scratched his head vigorously.

Wang Jiale was also practicing, and the girls seemed to be having a lot of fun.

However, people's joys and sorrows are not shared; he only found their noise bothersome.

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Chapter 122 The Teasing of the Three-Flower Eye Jade