A Young Woman's Heart

"Did you call me?" Mo Xueyao opened her eyes groggily.

"I called 'Xue'er,' didn't you hear me?"

Mo Xueyao froze for a second.

Then I remembered that my name does indeed contain the character '雪' (snow).

But my mother never used such a feminine nickname.

She has always been referred to as "Xiaoyao" in a neutral way.

No wonder Mo Xueyao couldn't react in time.

"Get up quickly, it's already eight o'clock!"

"It's eight o'clock!?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened.

I hurried to check the alarm clock.

That's right, a pointer is pointing to the '8' position.

But that's the minute hand!

The hour hand is still at the '5' position, okay?

Mo Xueyao set her alarm for 5:40 a.m.

To be on the safe side, she prefers to arrive at school early so she doesn't have to worry about any problems that might arise on the way.

And you can also ride your bike slowly and enjoy the scenery along the way—although once you get used to it, you'll be too lazy to look at it at all.

Now that she was awake, Mo Xueyao jumped out of bed in one go, rushed to the bathroom in her boxer shorts, and then heard a series of 'bang bang' sounds.

"Get your washing up properly!" My mother's voice came from the kitchen, along with the enticing aroma of food. "Three minutes to brush your teeth! Five minutes to wash your face!"

"That's too slow!" Mo Xueyao complained, reducing her three-minute brushing time to one and a half minutes and her five-minute face washing time to three minutes.

After washing her face, Mo Xueyao looked even fairer and fresher. When she sat down at the dining table, breakfast had already been served.

It's still just plain congee and pickled vegetables, but today there are salted duck eggs and fried rice noodles.

"This is quite a feast today!" Although she said that, she really didn't have much of an appetite since she got up so early in the morning.

After drinking a bowl of porridge and eating some fried rice noodles, I ran back to my bedroom as if I had completed my mission.

Having learned from yesterday's experience, I felt much less pressured when I put on the girls' school uniform today.

However, when she was about to leave home with her schoolbag on her back, she hesitated for a moment.

I gripped the doorknob and turned it several times before I finally managed to push open the door.

"I'm going out!" Mo Xueyao shouted as she put on her shoes.

"Be careful on the road!" the mother replied loudly, though her tone still sounded somewhat perfunctory.

After she turned into a girl, her mother only treated her specially for the first month and a few days, but as time went on, she returned to her original self.

Indeed, habits are not so easy to break.

In fact, this made Mo Xueyao feel natural and normal.

She hopped on her bicycle and began her new day.

She has taken another big step towards living as a girl.

On the first day, she encountered a considerable problem.

Because I was wearing a skirt, it was easy for me to accidentally expose myself while straddling a bicycle...

Even Mo Xueyao, who used to be a man, was very concerned about this, since she didn't have that kind of special fetish.

She tried to tuck her skirt under her buttocks, then realized that she would be exposing herself in the front.

What if you sit directly on the cushion and let the skirt hang there?

If the wind isn't too strong, or if you ride slowly, then there's no problem.

But if you ride too fast, or if the wind gets strong, your skirt will be lifted up.

It might have lifted the front, or it might have lifted the back, or it might have lifted them all.

A skirt... is absolutely unsuitable for riding a bicycle!

The best way is to tuck the skirt under your buttocks and sit a little forward.

Basically, you lean forward and try to lower your skirt as much as possible to avoid exposing yourself.

Although sitting like this isn't very comfortable.

Mo Xueyao probably needs some time to get used to life as a girl.

"Ah, a girl's life is full of troubles..." Mo Xueyao complained as she rode her bike to school in a very awkward posture. When she got off the bike, she felt a sense of relief.

"Oh, so early?" The security guard at the gate greeted him familiarly.

"Ah...yes." Mo Xueyao, who didn't know him, seemed a little embarrassed. "By the way, excuse me, where is the bicycle storage area?"

"It's right downstairs in the teaching building," the security guard replied warmly. "Sleep in a little longer next time; coming so early isn't good for your health."

"Uh... thank you." Mo Xueyao awkwardly accepted the other party's kindness, then pushed the bicycle into the underground garage.

It was parked right against the wall.

The garage was empty, with only a few cars parked there, which meant that Mo Xueyao had arrived quite early.

When I got to the classroom door of Class 2, Grade 11, I found that the door was not open yet.

"Six-thirty... someone should be opening the classroom door, right?" Mo Xueyao muttered to herself.

That's how it was in junior high school.

There are usually people who arrive early and are specifically responsible for opening the door.

If no one comes to open the door, you can of course go to the security room to get the key.

Mo Xueyao wasn't very familiar with anything at Yukong High School, so she decided to wait and see, maybe someone would arrive soon?

Just then, I heard the clinking of keys, followed by a familiar female voice behind me: "Good morning."

"Ah... good morning." Mo Xueyao turned around and saw that somewhat aloof face. She recognized him. "Class... class monitor?"

"Yes, my name is Li Wanyan." Seemingly realizing that Mo Xueyao had forgotten her name, Li Wanyan reminded her calmly, and then used her key to open the classroom door.

As soon as she entered the classroom, she skillfully opened all the windows, replacing the stale air from the night before with fresh morning air.

Mo Xueyao nervously clutched the hem of her skirt, her heart unable to calm down as she thought about how many more classmates would be arriving later.

Sure enough, skirts are such a hassle.

It looks fine on other people, but it's not convenient at all when I wear it.

I'm constantly worried about accidentally exposing myself...

It's practically forcing her to be as ladylike as possible and not to make any big movements.

To avoid any trouble for herself, Mo Xueyao could only constantly remind herself of this.

The outward manifestation of this is that she will always tug at the hem of her skirt from time to time.

"Did you bring the notes I borrowed from you last time?" Li Wanyan asked casually as soon as she sat down.

Feeling some pressure, Mo Xueyao nodded vigorously and quickly took her notebook out of her bag and placed it on her desk.

"Um, thank you for that day."

"It's nothing, the teacher asked me to go."

“Besides this, there are also notes…” Mo Xueyao said with an awkward smile, unsure how to talk to this seemingly unapproachable class monitor.

“Yes, classmates should help each other.” Li Wanyan spoke in Mandarin, leaving Mo Xueyao unsure how to respond. “By the way, Teacher Ye has reserved a seat for you, in the third row of the fourth group, by the window.”

"Thanks……"

She awkwardly returned to her seat, took out her backpack full of textbooks, and neatly placed them one by one into her drawer.

The classroom was completely silent.

It was as if there was no one else besides Mo Xueyao.

Even though the class monitor was sitting in the large group of seats near the door.

Like Mo Xueyao, she took out her textbooks and homework, neatly arranged them one by one, and then picked up a novel to read.

Mo Xueyao glanced at it quietly; the novel's cover was white, very simple and plain.

The book title is also printed in the most common and ordinary font.

It's called—"A World of One".

Judging from the title alone, it seems to be a collection of lyrical essays?

The book wasn't thick, but Li Wanyan read it very carefully, even occasionally stopping to copy a passage into her notebook.

He's someone who takes everything he does very seriously.

No wonder he became the class monitor.

Mo Xueyao sighed inwardly.

This quiet period, during which no other students arrive at the classroom, feels exceptionally long.

I should have brought a novel with me.

She thought to herself, and finally waited for the other students to enter the classroom.

The silence was finally broken.

She looked up at the other person and tried to smile.

He was a boy of medium build. When he saw Mo Xueyao, his eyes darted away slightly. Then, with a hint of doubt, he glanced at Mo Xueyao out of the corner of his eye before plopping down in the last row of the fourth group.

Mo Xueyao originally wanted to say hello, but when she thought about how she was a girl now, she realized that it might not be so easy for her to communicate with boys, so she could only swallow her words.

As he arrived, people gradually began to enter the classroom.

Suddenly, there were about ten students in the classroom.

"Hey, beautiful!" Just then, a chubby boy who looked to weigh 160 pounds walked into the classroom and shouted in an exaggerated manner, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the classroom.