A Young Woman's Heart

His voice was surprisingly clear, and when he sang this song, it was also quite high-pitched.

"My blood is boiling; I must fight for the truth!"

"Pfft!" Wang Jiale couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering her mouth as she trembled.

Mo Xueyao's gaze fell on her, and she asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's so strange that they're playing it on the suona and the erhu!"

"Is...is it alright..."

Inside the auditorium, most students didn't feel the song's gravity; they just thought it was three times more comical, reaching the pinnacle of absurdity.

Laughter, whispers, and loud conversations filled the air.

If you weren't sitting in the very front row, you probably wouldn't be able to hear what they were singing.

The vice principal coughed heavily a few times and complained to the dean of students beside him, "These students nowadays are getting worse with each generation! They have absolutely no sense of morality!"

“Yes.” Silver Bell nodded in agreement, unusually agreeing without forcing the issue.

Actually, some people are singing along earnestly and quietly, but once they are discovered, they are mercilessly ridiculed by their classmates, who mock them as old-fashioned or something.

This should have been the most emotionally charged moment, but the song ended in chaos.

"It's so noisy over there on the stage." Mo Xueyao rubbed her ears, feeling a strange sense of loneliness.

“When they grow up, many of those people who are laughing now will sing along to this song.” Mr. Xue seemed to see why she was feeling uncomfortable, and said with a light laugh, “They will find how ridiculous this song is now, and how ridiculous they will be later.”

"Cough, isn't it a bit too much?" Mo Xueyao calmly adjusted her emotions, as if afraid of becoming the target of ridicule, and asked in a seemingly calm manner.

People always want to fit in, and she was no exception—though sometimes she herself didn't even realize it.

"Hmm! I get it!" Wang Jiale suddenly clapped his hands. "Class 7 is putting on a comedy show this time. They're just trying to make people laugh. That's a kind of performance style, right?"

Mo Zhuyou blinked, wanting to refute her, but after seeing her innocent eyes, she suddenly couldn't say anything.

Because she seems to genuinely believe that.

Silence fell over the locker room for a moment.

"Little Yao Yao! I'm so nervous! Let me hug your leg to calm me down!" Hua Yinyin broke the silence, exaggeratedly hugging Mo Xueyao's leg and rubbing her face against it.

"Hey, Yinyin, you don't look nervous at all!" Wang Jiale, who didn't know why everyone had been silent just now, seized the opportunity to tease her, making the atmosphere lively again.

"I think Yinyin is just making excuses. She wasn't nervous at all when she performed on stage before, let alone in her area of ​​expertise!"

"That's right, hey, don't drool on my thigh!" Mo Xueyao shouted while pushing Hua Yinyin's little face, the performance on TV completely becoming background music.

After everyone had finished playing around, it was already the turn of Class 3.

"Knock knock." The door was knocked, and Li Wanyan stood quietly in the doorway, her gaze sweeping over everyone's faces one by one before finally landing on Mo Xueyao. "You're next. Are you ready?"

“Absolutely no problem!” Hua Yinyin glanced at everyone, then was the first to jump up from her chair. “Let’s go!!”

"Charge!" Mo Xueyao showed an expression as if she was about to go to the battlefield.

Mo Zhuyou struggled to carry the drum kit case, swaying as she followed behind: "Hey, wait for me!!"

However, only Mr. Xue stopped, took the box from her hand, and followed the others forward.

Li Wanyan came onto the stage from the other side, and soon her voice could be heard as the host.

"Amidst the swirling snowflakes, listen to the most beautiful music. Next, please enjoy the performance brought to us by the Grade 11 Class 2 Snow Music Ensemble."

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Chapter 252 Our Snow Music Band!

"duang~"

"Lele, why did you plug in the speakers beforehand?"

This is behind the curtain; when it opens, you'll see a full house of audience members.

Mo Xueyao called out in a low voice, startled by the sudden strumming of the bass string by Wang Jiale.

"I...I...I forgot..."

"It's okay, it's okay! It'll start soon! Do you want to introduce yourselves later? I didn't see any other classes introducing themselves!"

"Why bother with self-introductions? Let's get started already, so we won't embarrass ourselves too much..." Mo Xueyao shrank her neck and gently stroked the electronic keyboard in front of her.

"Don't worry, even if they don't recognize us, they'll definitely recognize you, the school beauty!" Hua Yinyin patted Mo Xueyao on the shoulder.

Mo Zhuyou, standing nearby, chuckled mischievously, "Why does the air smell so vinegary?"

"Alright, let's get ready to begin." Mr. Xue cleared his throat, but he couldn't quiet everyone down.

Because the man before me had long, jet-black hair—which was obviously a wig—and was also wearing a plain white winter Hanfu coat—which was obviously a woman's style.

It has a bit of a princess-like feel to it going on a winter outing.

His face was made up with extremely delicate yet natural makeup by Hua Yinyin, which, combined with his own features, created an elegant and graceful temperament.

Underneath the coat was a Hanfu-style ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). If you lifted the coat slightly, you could see a pair of fair legs that were even more slender than Mo Xueyao's.

Hua Yinyin originally wanted to shave his leg hair, but then she discovered that he didn't have any at all.

Mr. Xue, who was being 'forced', did not resist at all, letting the girls do as they pleased, like a doll.

Judging from her appearance, she is absolutely a stunning beauty, even more beautiful than Mo Xueyao by Chinese standards.

However, a man's voice came from that cherry-like mouth, which gave everyone a sense of absurd dissonance and made them laugh.

"Will Xiaoxue still be able to play the suona later? It feels really strange to play the suona like this..." Wang Jiale muttered softly, "Also, what if we have to sing together?"

"Sorry, I haven't learned how to make a woman's voice." Mr. Xue smiled and shook his head, the silver hairpin that Hua Yinyin had brought on his head swaying gently, making a 'tinkling' sound.

Others wanted to say something, but the host's voice had disappeared from the stage, and there seemed to be no sound coming from the audience either; the performance seemed about to begin at any moment.

Almost everyone except him took a deep breath at the same time, and at the same time, they heard the sound of gears turning as the curtain was pulled.

Five beams of light rotated back and forth on the stage, changing colors as they went, before finally settling on the five people.

Mo Xueyao is a well-known school beauty, so many people are used to it, but Mr. Xue is seeing her for the first time.

Even while standing on the stage, she could hear shouts coming from the audience—someone was asking who that beautiful woman was…

Mo Xueyao twitched the corner of her mouth and turned to look at Mr. Xue, but she couldn't discern any expression on his face. As if sensing her gaze, he turned back, softening the angle of his brows and eyes, only slightly raising the corner of his mouth, his eyes revealing a gentle, watery tenderness.

For a fleeting moment, Mo Xueyao felt that he was more suited to be a woman than she was…

"Holy crap, she smiled at me!"

"I saw it! I saw it! She's smiling so beautifully!!"

The boys sitting in the front row started shouting in surprise, completely ignoring the fact that the dean of students was sitting right in front of them.

I wonder what they would think if they found out one day that this was actually a boy?

Mr. Xue's performance on stage was many times better than An Ruosu's last year...

With makeup, An Ruosu could only be considered a decent 'girl', but with Mr. Xue's makeover, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was stunningly beautiful.

No wonder so many emperors in ancient times were attracted to men...

Because sometimes, men really can be more beautiful than women.

Unlike her, Mo Zhuyou didn't lose focus. She pounded the drumsticks and shouted, "Three, two, three, two, one! Boom!"

The drumbeat is the first note to begin the performance.

Then, Hua Yinyin's pipa music began to play.

Mo Xueyao hurriedly followed the rhythm, followed closely by Wang Jiale's bass.

This way, no one noticed her panic, because the instruments played in sequence, as if it were all pre-arranged.

"On the way of growing up - life is never easy -!" Hua Yinyin played the pipa with the feel of an electric guitar, and instead of singing first, she started with two lines of rap.

Mr. Xue's bamboo flute was the last to play, and its ethereal sound added a touch of joy to the melody.

At first, everyone looked at the beautiful woman with curiosity and amazement, but then they were also attracted by her unique original song.

The piece isn't particularly difficult, but it possesses a strange magic that makes it play endlessly in your mind, especially the climax.

Mr. Xue also put down his bamboo flute a step ahead and picked up the suona next to him. This time, all the teachers and students in the school could hear this very special piece of music.

"Goodbye, my—growing pains! Today, I'll send you to the underworld to be reincarnated!"

To avoid being drowned out by the sound of the suona, Hua Yinyin even used a Peking opera style, but it still couldn't match its extremely penetrating sound.

The lyrics describe a funeral procession, but the troubles of burial make the suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) sound festive.

Mo Xueyao could no longer hear what the students below the stage were shouting. She only knew that it was just like a concert. Many people stood up to watch, and many others rushed down and surrounded the stage.

Before the funeral dirge of troubles had even ended, Mr. Xue's suona suddenly changed direction and began playing "Rain Shower," with lyrics by Mo Xueyao.

The festive atmosphere suddenly turned somber.

Meanwhile, Mr. Xue gracefully switched to a bamboo flute, making the rainy feeling in the music even stronger.

"Young man, standing in the rain, without holding up his umbrella..." The lead singer of this song is Mo Xueyao, while Hua Yinyin is responsible for the harmony.

Compared to the previous "funeral song of sorrow," this song was much slower, and the students who were just restless slowed down along with the music.

Mo Xueyao seriously doubted whether it was because the Snow Music Band played their music so well, or because the entire band consisted of beautiful girls, which was why these guys were so focused...

However, that shouldn't be the case, because among the people who gathered around, there were not only boys but also girls!

She saw Mo Xiaoxiao standing on tiptoe in the crowd, looking at Mo Zhuyou, who was sitting at the very back and whose body was mostly blocked by the drum set, waving her hand and cheering for her.

They also saw Cha Li winking at Mr. Xue, and Mr. Xue seemed to actually see it, secretly winking at her when he put down his bamboo flute, instantly captivating the crowd below.

Mo Xueyao suspected that the people below might be arguing, and wondered who Mr. Xue was winking at...

After the song "Rain Shower" ended, the next song, "Fallen Leaves Are Like Potato Chips," began to play, and this time, it was Hua Yinyin who started the rhythm.

She deliberately played the intro for a long time, taking the opportunity to shout into the microphone: "Hello everyone! Welcome to our Snow Music Band!!"

"Oh—Yukine!" someone shouted from below.

Mo Xueyao looked closely and found that Li Hongran was shouting the loudest, looking like she was enjoying the show.