A Young Woman's Heart

"You don't need to worry about that. Who is our principal? You think it won't pass the review?"

"You think this is something the principal approves?" Ye Wen tapped his head. "Well, I also think this story is pretty good. It's probably a satire of emotional abuse."

"Using a tragic ending to make people reflect, as a student, it's already quite good to have written this story. To be precise, it's good to have this idea. It's just a matter of how detailed the story will be."

"This one?"

"This is it." Qiu Yi rocked his chair, placed the cat named 'Milk Candy' on the table, and leisurely began to stroke it.

……

In the band room at noon, the sunlight shone on the already extinguished iron barrel, making the coal ash inside appear exceptionally black.

Mo Xueyao, with a gloating look on her face, said with her chin in her hand, "Yinyin, this script is yours this time. I can rest now, haha, who told Awen to choose your script?"

"Tch, it's nothing to me!" Hua Yinyin wasn't intimidated at all; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy being needed. "I can finish writing it within this week!"

"Then we still need to rehearse and stuff. Oh, right, you need to decide on the roles first, so I can start looking for suitable classmates to participate."

"Will there be a lot of roles?" Wang Jiale strummed his bass guitar, producing a deep sound.

"There will probably be quite a few extras, so we'll need a lot of background actors," Hua Yinyin said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "One main character is enough. Little Yaoyao, you can't escape it, you'll be the main character!"

"Awen only asked me to participate, she didn't say I had to be the lead," Mo Xueyao said, declining. "I'll just be an extra, the lead... how about Lele?"

"Me? I don't want to be the lead actor, and I have to memorize so many lines. It's so annoying."

Not everyone has the desire to perform.

Not everyone is immune to stage fright.

For example, I really wanted to try Mozhuyou, but after thinking about it for a long time, I gave up.

"I can't possibly be the main character myself, can I?"

"Hmm...would you like to give it a try?"

Hua Yinyin tilted her head, pondering Mo Xueyao's suggestion, when suddenly her eyes lit up. She patted Mr. Xue beside her and said, "Let Xiaoxue do it!"

Mr. Xue was flipping through a very professional book on music theory and didn't participate in the conversation at all.

"Are you planning to change the main character to a boy?" he asked with a smile.

"Of course it's a girl! Just like last year, cross-dressing!"

"You already persecuted An Ruosu last year, so let Xiaoxue off the hook this year, pfft." Mo Xueyao said jokingly, but to be honest, she was actually somewhat looking forward to it.

"So, Xiaoxue should really be the headliner during the band's performance...?"

"What kind of personality does the main character have this time?" Mo Xueyao steered the conversation to the main topic.

"As for personality... is it outgoing? I'm usually all smiles and laughter, only revealing my sensitive side at certain times..."

Mo Xueyao's expression turned strange: "Yinyin, are you sure you're not talking about yourself?"

"Let Yin Yin play the lead role herself! It will save others the trouble of memorizing lines."

"Eh? Me? Oh, that's too kind of you."

"Your expression doesn't show any 'embarrassment' at all!"

And so, everyone decided that Hua Yinyin would be the female lead, and most of the scenes would be her own one-woman show, with the other characters being extras.

Yes, they weren't even supporting characters, since they had absolutely no interaction with Hua Yinyin.

At noon, Hua Yinyin was busy writing a script, while the others played their own instruments.

It was definitely playing, not practicing.

In fact, if you don't find the instrument 'fun' enough, it's hard to keep going like this.

Besides the pieces they practice regularly, they also like to play some current popular songs, or rearrange some old songs into completely different styles.

Hua Yinyin wrote with great enthusiasm for an entire noon, and continued writing even after returning to the classroom.

In other words, she didn't stop even during her indoor lunch break.

Mr. Xue would glance at her from time to time, and then Hua Yinyin would shyly cover her notebook to prevent him from looking.

Is the reason you're shy because the protagonist in the story is based on her?

Mo Xueyao was lost in thought.

Time waits for no one, and no matter what people are doing, it will continue to flow slowly forward.

The first political class of the afternoon began with the ringing of the bell.

"Xiao Yao, Xiao Yao." Apart from math class, Wang Jiale liked to chat with her during class—or rather, she liked to chat with people whether it was during class or after class.

If it's a political class where the knowledge points aren't too difficult to remember, then Mo Xueyao will occasionally chat with her for a few minutes.

"what happened?"

"Why do we need political classes? They're none of our business anyway."

"Pfft... Hmm... Although we're not officials, politics is still closely related to life. Didn't you listen to your teacher in class? As long as you live in society, you're bound to come into contact with politics."

"Tsk, right, let's go get ice cream after school. Tongjue invited me to go with her last time, it was really good, and it's right at the school gate~" Wang Jiale's thoughts were so jumpy, and her topics often jumped to other unrelated things.

"Not practicing anymore?"

"It's for practice, wouldn't it be better to buy it as a snack?"

"Eating ice cream in winter, that's a really strange hobby of yours."

“Ice cream is meant to be eaten in winter! Because it doesn’t melt easily!” she replied matter-of-factly.

"Let's talk about the ice cream later." Wan Jianlei looked at her helplessly. "Wang Jiale, please pay attention in class."

"Cough!"

She immediately fell silent, but this silence probably lasted less than five minutes before she started looking for topics to talk about again.

However, this time it was related to the lesson content, but her thoughts were too scattered, and she went off-topic again after saying only a few words.

Mo Xueyao was already used to it. She felt that if Wang Jiale could concentrate on listening to the lectures and use that extra energy on studying, her grades would definitely improve a lot.

The afternoon's classes ended quickly.

"I heard that other second-year high school students have started attending evening self-study sessions." After school, Lu Chengyuan walked past Mo Xueyao's desk with her schoolbag on her back, but instead of leaving immediately, she chatted with her casually.

"Do they have evening self-study sessions in the second year of high school?"

"They call it getting used to it sooner." Lu Chengyuan shrugged. "Xiaoyao, are you still practicing today?"

“Yes,” Mo Xueyao replied matter-of-factly. In fact, Lu Chengyuan asked her this every day, and if she came home early once or twice, she would be overjoyed.

After all, without her and Li Wanyan, Lu Chengyuan would have had to walk back alone.

Although that road isn't far, it can still feel a bit lonely if you're alone.

Mo Xueyao is used to having someone accompany her to and from school. If she were to go back to the time when she went to and from school alone, she would probably find it difficult to adjust.

When you have more friends around you, do you become more vulnerable?

She asked herself these questions, and for a moment her mind wandered.

"Oh, Cheng Yuan's home?" Wang Jiale finished packing her schoolbag. "Let's go get some ice cream at the entrance!"

"Hey, Lele, aren't you going to practice anymore?"

"Of course it's still practice!" Wang Jiale shook his head. "It's just going to buy ice cream, Xiaoyao, want to come along?"

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao nodded, turned her head to look at Li Wanyan, "Wanyan, do you want some ice cream?"

"Don't eat."

"Yinyin—want some ice cream?"

"eat!!"

When someone is planning to treat someone to a meal, but the other person says they don't want to eat, it can actually be a downer.

Mo Xueyao suddenly realized that Hua Yinyin was giving her very strong positive feedback in this matter...

"Hmm." She shook her head. "Why have I been thinking about positive feedback all the time these past few days..."

"What?" Wang Jiale asked in confusion.

"It's okay, let's go buy ice cream, and get one for Yinyin too."

"I want some too!" Mo Zhuyou, who hadn't been called, chased after them in dissatisfaction. Her older sister behind her shook her head helplessly and followed closely behind.

……

Chapter 202 will still be a bit awkward.

The area outside the school is exceptionally lively right after school ends.

The various stalls at the entrance make this place resemble a mini market.

There are still people selling leaves outside today.

— Various kinds of leaf bookmarks, ten for only one cent. Mo Xueyao thought that no one would buy them, but to her surprise, quite a few students bought them.

Perhaps it's because the price is cheap that I want to use up the few coins I have in my pocket?

To be honest, some of the leaves are indeed quite beautiful.

Mo Xueyao recalled that she had once made bookmarks out of leaves, but now she didn't know where they were.

Not far from the bookmark stall, there was a vendor pulling a tricycle selling used books by weight. However, he probably didn't understand what students liked, as he was selling some old versions of teaching materials. Even if you bought these, they would be useless because they were far removed from the content of current textbooks.

So much so that there were fewer people in front of this tricycle than at the vendor selling leaf bookmarks.

The small shop that makes ice cream fresh is still packed with people. This shop also sells milk tea, both of which are high-calorie desserts.

However, in this era, there are probably not many people who worry about getting fat. Even girls who are on a diet will occasionally come here to buy some food.

Because of the high price, most people only come once a week, and some even pool their money to buy one together, then taste it with a small spoon...

Mo Xueyao bought two ice cream cones, both the original flavor. She really didn't like any of the various syrups, finding them cloyingly sweet and not tasty at all.

"Phew, I finally got it." As soon as Wang Jiale got the ice cream cone, he couldn't wait to take a lick and walked out of the long line.