A Young Woman's Heart

But it's already cool enough today; it's only when the sun shines on us that we feel warm.

But the sun just wouldn't come out, letting the cold wind blow over every student's body.

The girls haven't received their winter school uniforms yet, so most of the girls who are afraid of the cold can only huddle with their hands in their pockets and shiver slightly in the cold wind.

The girls' school uniforms in summer are still a bit too thin.

Incidentally, Mo Xueyao was one of the people trembling.

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Chapter Eight: The Young Principal

"Attention, everyone!" A middle-aged man who looked energetic shouted from the platform, his voice carrying through the loudspeaker to every corner of the campus.

The students straightened their backs a little, but still looked somewhat listless.

This is especially true for senior high school students.

The most energetic and spirited students were actually the first-year high school students.

There's no doubt that this year's first-year high school students will become like that later on.

This is the evolutionary process of a seasoned veteran.

The person giving the speech on stage was, unsurprisingly, the physical education teacher. He just went through the motions with that one sentence, and once he saw that most people had looked up, he continued, "Raise the national flag, play the national anthem, and stand at attention!"

As the national anthem played, the students glanced at the slowly rising national flag with a perfunctory expression.

Those with bright, piercing eyes and unwavering convictions are few and far between.

This is actually quite normal. After all, we are just ordinary people, and we can't expect everyone to be as disciplined as soldiers.

All of that was fine, but there were a few boys in the group who were messing around with the lyrics and singing them quietly, which made Mo Xueyao frown repeatedly.

But they were all laughing happily, as if it were something amusing.

"Never mind... no need to take it too seriously..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, finally seeing the national flag raised to the top.

The first thing to do next is the principal's speech.

The principal who walked onto the stage was surprisingly young, so much so that Mo Xueyao initially thought he was just another teacher.

He appeared to be around thirty years old, with somewhat weathered eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He wore a sharp suit and exuded an air of sophistication.

"Good morning, students and teachers." It started as just a simple opening remark.

However, Mo Xueyao noticed that he did not bring a script to the podium; he was just holding a microphone.

It appeared to be a speech delivered entirely off-script.

"After a month together, I believe you are all familiar with me as your new principal. How do you feel about the recent changes at the school? Do you find your new school uniforms comfortable and well-fitting?"

"Principal! This school uniform is so cold!" A girl's shout rang out in the relatively quiet playground.

Many students looked in the direction from which the sound came from.

Only the students standing in the front row knew.

That girl is from Class 2 of the first year of high school.

In fact, Mo Xueyao could accurately name the person who shouted; yes, it was her deskmate, Wang Jiale.

While lining up at the classroom door, the homeroom teacher had already assigned Mo Xueyao a seat by visually estimating her height.

At 158 ​​cm tall, she was considered short, but not the shortest, so she stood in the fifth position, while Wang Jiale, the shortest in the class, stood in the first row.

"I heard what that girl said. Don't worry, the girls' autumn/winter school uniforms and coats will all arrive tomorrow. You can change your clothes according to your needs. The boys' uniforms will have to wait a few more days." The young principal seemed very approachable, with a hint of a smile in his tone.

"With the National Day holiday over, all students should get back into the swing of things and focus on their studies. Starting today, our school will be opening some clubs. I've always believed that students shouldn't just learn from textbooks; they should also have their own interests and hobbies. The clubs currently offered by the school are all led by instructors, but if any student wants to start their own club, that's perfectly fine too. Just submit an application to your homeroom teacher, who will then pass it on to the Dean of Students. Once approved, you'll be qualified to create a club, and the applicant will become the first president of that club."

The students on the playground immediately became restless.

Many boys looked eager to try.

Some people even want to start a video game club.

Although Mo Xueyao thought this club would definitely be interesting, she felt that it would most likely not be approved...

"However, please note that if a club is in poor condition, does not have enough participants, or causes a lot of negative impact, then the club will be dissolved. Each student can only apply for a club once per semester, so please consider this carefully."

The young principal, standing on the podium, adjusted his tie and continued, "This time, we're opening four clubs, each led by a faculty advisor, to the public. They are—"

"The basketball club and the soccer club are directly led by teacher Ye Ran; there is also the social practice club, which is directly led by teacher Yin Ling, and the photography club, which is led by teacher Qiu Yi."

"We don't have a lot of clubs yet. If we want our Yukong High School to have more and more clubs, we need the joint efforts of all students."

The students below the stage could no longer contain their excitement. The senior high school students only regretted that they would have to take the college entrance examination next year and probably wouldn't be able to participate properly. They all hung their heads and complained, wondering why the new principal hadn't come a year earlier.

"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. I have some good news to share with you."

The students immediately fell silent, listening intently for any further good news.

"Our Yukong High School cafeteria underwent a minor renovation during the National Day holiday. To make the meals more diverse for all students, the cafeteria will now offer seven windows, each offering six different lunch options. The menu will be changed every month. If you really can't eat lunch, you can go to the seventh window and exchange your meal ticket for a snack. But please remember that the snacks offered each day are limited."

"Wow--!!"

The students were now in an uproar.

I'm even more excited than before.

Although the food in the school cafeteria isn't too bad, it's basically the same few dishes served repeatedly, and you'll definitely get tired of it after a while.

This is truly good news that benefits students.

"You'll all be able to try out the new cafeteria's food at noon today," the principal coughed twice, then continued, "Next, we'll give you some information about the first-year high school students."

Many of the second and third-year high school students, anticipating what was going to happen, secretly laughed.

After all, they've been through it all, and now they can finally see the freshmen suffer once.

"Military training will begin on October 10.18th. All first-year high school students, please be prepared. Your class teacher will inform you of the specific items you need to bring to the training location."

The first-year high school students, who had barely been happy for a few seconds, immediately became dejected.

Mo Xueyao, however, was different from the others. Her eyes were shining as she looked forward to the arrival of military training.

After all, military training is the best time to show off a man's masculinity.

Although she is a girl now.

But that doesn't stop her from having some longing for it.

Just like how she still yearns to become a soldier and defend the country.

After all, he spent those sixteen years as a boy. Although he might be slightly different from other boys because of his appearance, he still harbored a stronger dream of his country and family than girls.

Whenever she thinks about defending the country and dying on the battlefield, she can't help but feel her blood boil.

"Alright, enough with the chit-chat, that concludes my speech." The principal decisively handed the microphone to the dean of students standing to the side.

The head teacher was also a young and sexy woman, wearing black semi-transparent stockings and gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an intellectual beauty.

He also seems more rigorous than the easygoing principal.

She was referring to more detailed school arrangements, as well as statistics on each class's scores in various aspects from the week before last.

But she also shares the same characteristic as the principal: she is very fast, doesn't waste time with nonsense or empty talk, and quickly finishes what she needs to say.

However, when it came to the student representative's speech, the time seemed to drag on.

The student representative read a long, tedious speech, spouting a lot of nonsense and empty talk, but barely touching on any substantive content.

At most, it means what needs to be done, what needs to be accomplished...

She finally ended her speech when the students had all grown impatient.

The familiar athletes' march began to play, and the PE teacher took the microphone back, patted it hard, and said, "Hello? Okay, now each class will leave in order."

Basically, each class would arrive at the foot of the teaching building in a relatively orderly line, and then immediately break up into small groups, becoming a scattered mess, each going their own way.

Some wanted to go back to their classrooms, some wanted to buy snacks at the convenience store, and others wanted to go to the restroom in groups...

If this were in junior high school, Mo Xueyao would probably be walking to the bathroom arm in arm with her best buddies right now—even if she doesn't feel the urge to pee.

But now...

She was all alone.

I hardly know anyone at school.

So he went back to the classroom on his own.

The first student in each group was collecting the assignments that others had placed on their desks, while the class representative was tallying the number of assignments submitted. They all looked quite busy.

"Wow—our new principal is so nice and handsome~" Wang Jiale, who was sitting next to her, started swooning as soon as she sat down.

Mo Xueyao's lips unconsciously curled into a smile, then she looked out the window, pretending not to have heard what she was saying.

"Hey, deskmate."

Mo Xueyao did not respond.

"Mo Xueyao?" Wang Jiale poked Mo Xueyao's back. Faced with this lively girl who was somewhat familiar with everyone but impossible to annoy, she could only turn her head helplessly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Don't you think the new principal is really handsome?

"Uh...it's okay..."

"His surname is also Mo, the same as yours! Hey, you wouldn't happen to be related to the principal, would you?"

Mo Xueyao lowered her eyelids helplessly: "Even if there are very few people with the surname Mo, you can't just make me claim relatives randomly, can you?"

"Hmm...right...did you copy the class schedule?"