A Young Woman's Heart

It was a beautiful name, but when Mo Xueyao saw it, she felt a surge of anger. She spat and said, "Tch, this woman even slipped a letter over. What's she doing? Trying to provoke me again!"

"It's for Mr. Xue."

"Disgusting." Mo Xueyao didn't even want to pick up the letter with her own hands. If it weren't for Mr. Xue needing to read it later, she would have loved to stomp on the envelope a few times.

When you dislike someone, you feel that everything they do is wrong.

For example, the envelope was white, and Mo Xueyao couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Does she deserve to use a white envelope?"

A heart so black is utterly unworthy of pure white.

Li Wanyan glanced at her helplessly, bent down to pick up the letter, and gently placed it on Mr. Xue's desk.

Although Mo Xueyao really wanted to see what was written inside, she suppressed her impulse and curiosity.

Anyway, Mr. Xue will definitely be in the classroom soon.

He walked into the classroom as if the wind was blowing through him; as usual, he was the third one there.

"Xiaoxue! You're here? That woman left you a letter, but I don't know what it said!"

"Hmm." Mr. Xue nodded, put down his backpack in front of his seat, and slowly opened the envelope.

"So, what did you write?"

"It's an apology letter."

An apology letter? She apologizes too?

“Of course.” Mr. Xue’s lips curled up slightly. “She’s not as bad as you think.”

"Isn't this bad? Only someone with a good temper like you would say that." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, darted to Hua Yinyin's seat, and tilted her head to read the contents of the letter. After reading it twice with suspicion, she couldn't help but ask, "This wasn't written by her, was it?"

“Hehe…” Mr. Xue smiled enigmatically.

“How could someone like her possibly apologize? She was so arrogant yesterday!” Mo Xueyao frowned. “Either she has some kind of conspiracy or other scheme; she just sounds so hypocritical!”

"What kind of scheme could she be plotting?" Mr. Xue asked deliberately.

"Hmm...maybe it's just an act, and then they'll cause you trouble or something?" Mo Xueyao is a person with no bad intentions, so it's probably impossible for her to think about what bad things others might do.

"Why can't it be that you truly recognize your mistake?"

"Unless she got kicked in the head by a donkey yesterday!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "How can a person change so quickly!"

Actually, there was something she didn't say aloud—she hadn't fully adapted to being a girl after all this time, and sometimes she would subconsciously think about things based on her past as a man.

Even if Wei Mengran's transformation isn't that drastic, it shouldn't happen overnight, right?

She muttered to herself, then saw Mr. Xue smiling calmly, and suddenly another possibility occurred to her: "Hmm, did something happen last night? Uh, it couldn't be that she was being harassed by some thugs and you came to her rescue, could it?"

"Ah."

"Hey, really? That's way too much! You think this is a TV drama?" Mo Xueyao teased. "By the way, you seem to know some thugs or something. Could it be that you staged this all along? Just to vent your anger? Hmm... if that's true, that wouldn't be bad either. At least it'll make her realize her mistake..."

"of course not."

"really not?"

"Really." Mr. Xue looked at Mo Xueyao with his clear and innocent eyes, making her, who was 'judging others by her own petty standards,' feel a little embarrassed.

"Never mind... Well, anyway, it's a good thing to apologize."

"Yes." Mr. Xue nodded with a smile. "To err is human, to forgive divine."

“Everyone understands the principle, but how many can actually put it into practice?” Mo Xueyao looked at him with her blue eyes, in which his reflection was mirrored.

"More and more people will be able to do it." Mr. Xue took the homework he was handing in from his bag and changed the subject, asking, "Did you come to a conclusion yesterday?"

"Not yet! We're still debating whether to adapt a fairy tale or write our own." Mo Xueyao put her hands in her pockets and rested one foot on the crossbar of her desk. "Does Xiaoxue have any suggestions?"

"Adapting fairy tales is probably more difficult."

"Yes, but um... it's not easy to perform a complete story in a relatively short time, and we also have to create it ourselves—people are writing longer and longer stories these days, and we can't really write short and meaningful stories like classic fairy tales."

Mr. Xue nodded and began to think about it as well.

"Let's go to the band room and think about it. We need to finish the script first anyway." Mo Xueyao suddenly remembered the story she and Hua Yinyin had worked on before, which was still unfinished. "How about 'The Giant of Light'?"

"How do we solve the problem of props and suits?" To Mo Xueyao's surprise, Mr. Xue actually knew that the Giant of Light referred to Ultraman, and also knew that Ultraman's prop costume was called a suit.

This means he is definitely not an outsider who knows nothing.

"We'll have to make this ourselves, hmm... how about using cardboard instead?"

"That's fine too."

"As for fairy tales, there are actually many choices. There are quite a few from Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales that you can choose from."

"But I feel like those are all too common now, and a lot of classes will probably choose those..."

"So, you never intended to do a play adapted from a fairy tale in the first place, did you?"

"Ahem! This decision was just made just now!"

Many things in life don't always bother us; many of them may be forgotten before they are truly resolved.

Just like those major news stories that cause a great deal of social reaction, but in the end just sink without a trace and are silently forgotten.

People always have new things to do, just like time always moves forward.

Yesterday afternoon, everyone was talking for a long time in the band room about Mr. Xue and Wei Mengran, but today, no one mentioned it at all. They were only busy arguing about which show to perform on.

"No, no, Ultraman and stuff are too childish!" Mo Zhuyou was the one who strongly objected. "Even fairy tales would be better! Besides, we don't have any props, so the performance will definitely look fake!"

“Exactly! Tongjue said that her school usually has a class performing 'Romeo and Juliet' during the school anniversary celebration. This story doesn't seem to be that well-known around here. Why don't we give it a try? That way we won't clash with other classes' performances.” Wang Jiale suggested, resting her chin on her hand and with a lollipop in her mouth.

"I object! I don't find this story interesting at all," Hua Yinyin muttered, leaning against Mo Xueyao. "Can't we have something more interesting?"

"You actually question the quality of Shakespeare's plays?" Wang Jiale said, twirling a lollipop in his mouth, the sound like he was scraping his teeth.

"Tch, so what if it's Shakespeare? I just don't like it!" Hua Yinyin retorted stubbornly.

"How did we end up back to the topic of whether to write the script or choose a script again..." Mo Xueyao sighed helplessly. As the entertainment committee member, she was the one who could make the decision, but at this moment, she didn't know what to choose.

"How about we re-enact last year's script?"

"That's too lazy..." Mo Xueyao pushed Hua Yinyin, who was getting closer and closer, aside. "You guys don't like the kind I suggested... Sigh."

"Why don't we just choose a fairy tale and perform it word for word?" Mr. Xue suggested. "There's a fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen called 'Father Is Always Right,' which is quite good. And most people wouldn't choose this story, so we don't have to worry about having the same theme as other classes."

"This story, hmm..." Mo Xueyao tilted her head and thought for a moment, "It feels like I've heard it before, but also like I haven't?"

"I've definitely heard of it, it's just relatively obscure in Andersen's fairy tales." Mr. Xue simply began to recount the story.

Although it was just a story told from memory, it was very vivid. After listening to the first part, everyone felt that they had heard this story when they were young, but now that so much time has passed, their impression of the story has become very vague.

"That's the story. The merchant thought the couple was 'always going downhill but always optimistic,' and he thought that this spirit was very valuable, so he actually paid them a whole bushel of gold coins."

"It feels ironic... I never felt this way when I listened to fairy tales before. In reality, the businessman definitely wouldn't pay..."

"Let's just assume those two merchants don't value these few gold coins. Compared to their wealth, it's probably nothing." Wang Jiale crunched the lollipop and chewed it in his mouth.

"So is this a satirical story or a touching one?" Hua Yinyin asked curiously.

“Different people will have different feelings, and a good story doesn’t need to include the phrase ‘what lesson it teaches you’,” Mr. Xue replied.

"Hmm... I'll think about it. This one seems simpler; we don't even need to arrange any props."

"Wait a minute, we can have Yinyin play the cow!" Wang Jiale suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "Wouldn't it be perfect for Yinyin to be the cow?"

"Hmph, of course." Hua Yinyin lifted her chest and squinted her eyes smugly.

"Don't let the story take a strange turn..."

……

Chapter 193 Hua Yinyin's Stubborn Tiffany's (Part 1)

When the weather is clear, it seems that even the sun sets later than usual.

At 4:35 p.m., the school bell rang, and the quiet campus gradually became noisy.

The setting sun dyed the sky a hazy yellow, and the clouds seemed to be on fire, merging with the fiery red sky.

Mo Xue stared blankly at the sky outside the window, feeling as if she were witnessing a magnificent epic story.

Gods and demons transformed into giants, battling high in the sky, their blood splattering down, and the enormous sound waves shattering the mountains...

"Xiao Yao!" Wang Jiale gently patted her shoulder, bringing her back to her senses.

The math teacher packed up his lesson plan and left the classroom. The boys, who usually rushed out of the classroom when the bell rang for the last class, only dared to grab their bags and rush out now.

"Hmm?" Mo Xueyao turned her head slightly and put the messy stationery on her desk into her pencil case. "I only have the math homework assigned in the last class left to do. What about you?"

"I still have so much to do! Xiaoyao, you finish your homework way too fast..."

"Today's main classes were finished in the morning, and the first two periods in the afternoon are elective classes, so there's plenty of time to do homework."

"Uh... never mind, I'll just go home and write it."

"Aren't you going to write later?"

"I'm going shopping with Tongjue today! She wants to go and buy some things, so I'm skipping the band practice!"

What should we buy?

"Well... how can you possibly know what you're planning to buy before you even go shopping?"

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao raised her eyebrows. "Why go shopping if you don't even know what you want to buy?"

"That's what makes it interesting!"

Mo Xueyao shook her head silently, feeling that even now, she still found it difficult to understand some of the girls' thoughts.

"I'm going home early with my sister today!" Mo Zhuyou had already slung her schoolbag over her shoulder. "I want to make something delicious today, so I won't be practicing!"

"Hey, you guys have really gotten lazier and lazier lately!"

"It's good to take a break now and then—" Mo Zhuyou scratched her head sheepishly and smiled, "Xiao Yao, would you like to come to my house for dinner? My cooking is really delicious!"

"Forget it..."

"Little Yaoyao! Let's go to the band room!" Hua Yinyin from the next group shouted, patting Mr. Xue on the shoulder as she yelled, "Let's just the three of us play today!"