A Young Woman's Heart

She was actually a little worried that Ye Wen would let a classmate she wasn't very familiar with sit next to her.

It's especially troublesome to assign a guy you're not very familiar with—like Liu Xiaowei.

But Liu Xiaowei's seat is reserved, and unless his grades improve significantly, he probably won't switch with someone else.

Mo Xueyao felt somewhat dazed, as if she had returned to the time when she first entered school.

It's like a cycle has come full circle; she's now sitting next to Wang Jiale again...

Aisha moved aside so she could move the table out.

Wang Jiale remained seated, while Lü Bolun moved the table from the front, essentially going around in a slight circle.

When Mo Xueyao's eyes met his, the other person looked somewhat embarrassed.

She smiled and nodded at him, which eased the tension in his brow a little.

"Hehe, sorry, let's switch seats." Lu Bolun chuckled awkwardly.

Mo Xueyao glanced at him in surprise, not understanding what he meant by those words. Perhaps he had only wanted to cover up his embarrassment, but saying it out loud only made him seem more awkward.

"Hey—yo—" Mo Xueyao moved the desk next to Wang Jiale with some difficulty, and she stood up to help Mo Xueyao carry it inside.

"Okay, is this alright?"

"Hmm... let me see, it's aligned, that's fine." Mo Xueyao tried to stretch her arms and legs and found that there was plenty of space, so she sat down with satisfaction.

She was right next to the classroom's front door and the first window, so she always felt like she would receive special attention from the teacher.

This is probably one of the most hated seats for students who aren't academically very good.

Fortunately, Mo Xueyao did not have this concern.

"Phew, we're sitting together again." Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand and looked at Wang Jiale. "Time flies."

"Yeah, it's much more comfortable sitting with Xiaoyao." Wang Jiale leaned forward on the table next to her. "Hey, I can lean on you now~"

"Eh, where do I lean against?"

"Hmm... against the wall?"

Come to think of it, Wang Jiale never relied on Lü Bolun when she was in class.

Of course, there's also the fear of being accused of 'puppy love' by other teachers.

Just then, the school bell rang, and math teacher Jingdie was always so punctual—she walked into the classroom as soon as the first bell rang.

"Heave-ho~" Wang Jiale rested her head on Mo Xueyao's shoulder, the fluffy hair brushing against her cheek, making her feel ticklish, and she couldn't help but sneeze, "Got a cold?"

"No—Lele, do you really like wearing pigtails that much?"

"Hmm... so should I change my hairstyle every now and then?"

"How about trying a single ponytail?"

"Okay."

"Wang Jiale, Mo Xueyao, class is starting, pay attention." Jingdie looked at the two of them and said seriously.

The two immediately sat up straight and dared not whisper to each other.

Wang Jiale changed her hairstyle—she let down her pigtails and tied them into a single ponytail.

Her single ponytail gave her a more gentle and graceful look, but she didn't seem to be used to it and tied it back up after a few minutes.

Sitting in the first row, I was much closer to the blackboard, but the angle at which I looked at it was also much more skewed. Most of the time, I had to tilt my head, and the words on the far left were difficult to see due to glare.

After listening to half of the class, Wang Jiale leaned against her again. The intimate sight of the two beautiful girls made the boys in the back row take a few more glances.

Math class is always a tough time for liberal arts students. Wang Jiale looked even more tired than if she had been in get out of class all day when the class finally ended.

She lay lazily on the table, fiddling with the pens in her pencil case with one hand: "Xiaoyao, do you think I did something wrong?"

"Uh...what?" Mo Xueyao took out the geography book she needed for the next class, and then pulled out the homework her math teacher had assigned earlier. She took advantage of the ten-minute break to do a little bit so she wouldn't have to do a lot of homework when she got home.

“I said… him and me.”

"Him? Hmm? Oh..."

"Ah, Xiaoxue, prepare to die!" In the next group, Hua Yinyin was playing with Mr. Xue, holding an inflatable cheering stick with a slogan about Chinese football written on it.

I don't know where it came from.

“Then I’ll use Tai Chi Bagua Palm.” Mr. Xue smiled and blocked Hua Yinyin’s ‘attack’ with a move that looked quite professional.

The two of them had a great time.

To be precise, Hua Yinyin had a lot of fun, while Mr. Xue was probably just playing along with her.

"Hmm, so...? Haruka—"

"Huh? Uh... I think I'm right, aren't I? You don't like him, so it's good not to waste everyone's time." Since things had come to this, Mo Xueyao could only go along with her.

"Right... yeah, actually he's a pretty nice guy."

"You won't regret it until you lose it, will you?" Mo Xueyao did some calculations on the draft paper and then wrote the answer in her notebook.

No...

"Was it you who asked Wen to change seats?"

“It wasn’t me.” Wang Jiale shook his head.

"That must be Luberon."

"Drink up, watch me, squeeze the dragon claw!"

“Uh…” Mo Xueyao glanced at Hua Yinyin and found that she had placed her hands on Mr. Xue’s chest. Finally, she’s not even sparing boys anymore?

"Tsk, things are peaceful now."

"Shall I grab a steamed bun to tide me over?" Mr. Xue joked.

"Okay!"

"Hey, Lele."

"Hmm...?" Wang Jiale's reaction was a little slow.

"Do you think Yinyin might like Xiaoxue?"

"Pfft, how could that be? Isn't you her favorite person?"

"But look at her, she's having so much fun playing with Xiaoxue."

"Huh, is Haruka jealous?"

"What and what?"

"It's probably just a joke. Yin Yin is very playful, and Xiao Xue... is different from ordinary boys."

"Hey, you don't like Xiaoxue too, do you?" Mo Xueyao teased.

Wang Jiale pinched her cheek: "I think, Xiaoyao, you always say this, could it be that you actually like him?"

"Pfft, are you kidding me?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and said quite frankly, "How could I possibly like him?"

"So, who does Xiaoyao like?"

"I don't like any of them."

"Huh—even we don't like it?"

"Ah, you mean the kind of affection between lovers? Not the kind you two have."

As a result, Mo Xueyao didn't do much homework before the second class started again.

The head of the teaching department entered the classroom two minutes late; she was the teacher for this geography class.

At first, everyone thought she was a very serious person, but after teaching for a while, they found that she was actually very gentle.

Her teaching style was similar to Ye Wen's, except that because she was the dean of students, the students didn't dare to joke around too much.

So in the end, is math class really the only serious class?

Yinling waited until the school bell rang before slowly opening her book: "Alright, everyone, be quiet. You can lie down or lean against your deskmate, but don't fall asleep. If you feel sleepy, stand up to wake yourself up. Let's start class."

Compared to the homeroom teacher Ye Wen, Yinling, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, was more elegant. She usually carried a retractable pointer, not to hit people, but to point at the blackboard.

"Gao Yuan." He was called on again, a favorite of the teachers. He was a celebrity in Class 2, and the teachers loved to "make trouble" for him. "Last geography class we talked about the composition of cultural landscapes. So tell me, is Huangguoshu Waterfall a cultural landscape?"

"Ah...is that right?"

“Wrong, that’s a natural landscape.” Yinling waved for him to sit down. “Remember to listen carefully this time. Yang Yankai, repeat the definition of cultural landscape.”

"Uh……"

"Vest, you speak."

“Cultural landscape is…” Ma Jia, the geography class representative, hurriedly stood up and recited the definition before Yin Ling let the two who had stood up sit down.

The class continued, and although it wasn't particularly humorous, the atmosphere was at least relaxed.

Wang Jiale leaned against Mo Xueyao, treating her entirely like a sofa cushion.

However, Wang Jiale's body is petite and soft, and her hair still smells of shampoo, so being leaned against by her doesn't make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Mo Xueyao glanced back casually and found Lu Bolun looking at her with envy. When he noticed her gaze, he quickly pretended to be listening attentively.

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Chapters 134 Student Organization Activities

At noon, the sunlight slanted onto Mo Xueyao's face.

She was looking down at the forms tucked in the drawer.

"Yinyin, what's this?"

"Um...I don't know."

"Let me see, let me see." Wang Jiale snatched the form from Mo Xueyao's hand. "It looks like a program list?"

"Huh? Uh...!" Hua Yinyin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped her forehead. "Oh no!"