A Young Woman's Heart

"Huh? What?" Ye Wen looked up, bewildered. "What is it?"

"Ah—it's nothing!" Mo Xueyao quickly denied it, then switched to a more affectionate form of address, "Did Awen need something?"

"Of course, as the publicity committee member, you're going to have another big task... well, it's going to be quite a troublesome thing to do."

"Phew." Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "What is it?"

"April is our school's centennial celebration. Actually, our school doesn't have the tradition of holding a centennial celebration, but since this is the centennial anniversary, it definitely needs to be a grand one. So, people from all walks of life will be attending, and we need to start preparing a month or two in advance." Ye Wen opened the notebook she used at the meeting, which contained some notes about the preparations for the centennial celebration. "Yes, that's right. The centennial celebration is different from the New Year's Day cultural performance. The main focus isn't on watching the performance, but on getting every student to participate as much as possible."

"Oh... then, what should we do?"

"First, we'll use each class's own classroom to set up an entertainment area. Anything related to food or games that can be played in the classroom is fine, like turning a classroom into a billiards room or something," Ye Wen said.

"So it's like... opening a shop?" Mo Xueyao asked.

"Yes, almost." Ye Wen simply tore the paper off. "Take this paper, so you don't forget. Besides opening the shop, we also need to arrange for the students in the class to sing on stage. There will be a singing competition."

"Singing?" Mo Xueyao immediately thought of Hua Yinyin. She should be able to win a prize or two in singing, right?

"Yes, also, in addition to the shops in the classroom, we also need to set up stalls on the playground."

"Opening a shop too?" Mo Xueyao asked suspiciously. "Isn't that redundant?"

"No, actually it's like this: for example, if we open a coffee shop in a classroom, then the stalls we set up would have to be things like pool tables, and vice versa."

"I understand." Mo Xueyao immediately grasped Ye Wen's meaning.

Ye Wen gave her an approving look: "Anyway, the publicity committee member's work is quite demanding this time, so you need to prepare well. If anyone doesn't obey your orders, go to the class monitor. If the class monitor can't do it, then come to me~ Got it?"

"Understood..."

"You can discuss with the other class officers what you plan to do, and then report to me. After I confirm it, you can officially start the work."

"it is good."

Mo Xueyao agreed and walked out of the office, finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

Then, I started to have a headache again.

Being a propaganda officer is really tough.

They either have nothing to do, or when they do have something to do, it's something incredibly annoying.

Opening a shop near a school?

Where can we find all those tools?

It seems like only shops selling instant coffee have it easy.

But that would be far too perfunctory.

Even if the students don't care, the homeroom teacher will still lose face.

No matter what, Ye Wen is a pretty good homeroom teacher, and Mo Xueyao can't be so perfunctory as to make her lose face.

"Ugh—what should I do?" She scratched her hair until it was a mess, and walked back into the classroom.

"So, did Awen talk to you?" Hua Yinyin immediately came over, and Wang Jiale also looked over nervously.

Mo Xueyao slumped weakly onto the table: "No—it's just that I need to prepare for the centennial celebration..."

"School anniversary?" This term still feels somewhat distant to Chinese students.

“Yes, because it’s the centenary, we’re going to celebrate it in a grand way,” Mo Xueyao said, twirling a strand of hair with her finger. “They said they’d open a shop in the classroom, but I don’t know what to open.”

"How about a coffee shop?" Hua Yinyin suggested immediately.

"Instant coffee? That's such a cheap imitation."

"A maid cafe!" Hua Yinyin knew quite a lot about it.

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao, who was not familiar with this, didn't quite understand what it meant.

"I've got it! How about we call it—the Boys and Girls Cafe!"

"What the hell is that? It doesn't sound like something serious."

"Ahem, let An Ruosu do it again..."

Upon hearing Hua Yinyin's explanation, Mo Xueyao immediately understood.

"Stop it, it's not good to always force others like this." She pushed away Hua Yinyin's small face that was very close to hers. "Anyway, there's no rush. It's something that happened in April, we can think about it slowly this month."

"A male-female maid cafe, huh!" Hua Yinyin blinked her eyes.

"Trying to be cute won't work." Mo Xueyao said, glancing at Huang Yuxi beside her. If they really opened that kind of shop, he would definitely be one of those people dragged into dressing up in girls' clothes.

As an upright person, how could Mo Xueyao allow her to bully the weak?

Therefore, this proposal is rejected!

But she was someone who couldn't hide her thoughts, so even after lunch, she was still taking advantage of the time when her mind was clear to think about how to prepare for the centennial celebration.

"Let's brainstorm," Li Wanyan suggested after hearing about the matter, then suddenly raised her voice, "All the class officers in the classroom, come over here!"

Most of the class officers were girls, so even though most of the boys went to play on the playground, quite a few class officers still gathered around.

Although Hua Yinyin is usually unserious, she is indeed a class leader—that's right, the Chinese language representative.

"What's wrong, class monitor?" Mo Zhuyou teased. As everyone got closer, they became more and more casual in their conversations, and now "class monitor" had become a joke.

Yes, Mo Zhuyou is also a class leader; she is the art class representative.

"It's about the school anniversary celebration. We have a lot to prepare, so we need to make a plan first. Otherwise, Yao Yao alone definitely won't be able to handle it all." Li Wanyan repeated the specific details that Mo Xueyao had told her before. "Now we need to determine what activities to hold in the classrooms and what activities to hold at the food stalls on the playground."

"Let's discuss the classroom first," Mo Xueyao added.

"Boy, girl, girl—" Hua Yinyin had barely opened her mouth when Mo Xueyao covered her mouth, "Hua Yinyin's suggestion is invalid!"

"Waaah, why? I was being really serious when I said that—" Hua Yinyin complained aggrievedly.

“None of your suggestions are legitimate,” the girls said in unison.

"See?" Mo Xueyao gave her a look, indicating that she wasn't the only one with 'prejudice' against her.

"Ugh! You guys are all bullying me!"

……

Chapter 81 Mr. Snow's Remote-Controlled Spider

Thursday felt like Friday to the students in Class 2 of Grade 11.

Since Fridays are all elective classes with no main classes, although students still have to go to school, they can fully relax and enjoy the last day of the week on campus.

So for them, getting through Thursday meant they were finally free.

Since she was no longer sitting by the window, she couldn't sit in her own seat to enjoy the scenery outside. Mo Xueyao also didn't like sitting in other people's seats, so she just lay on her desk, looking at the sweet-looking clouds in the sky outside the window.

The morning glow painted them with all sorts of colors, making them look like different flavors of cotton candy.

She brought the cassette player to school and was currently listening to a radio broadcast on a random channel.

The somewhat noisy and lively sounds brought her a sense of peace.

If it were absolutely quiet, I might feel a little uncomfortable.

"Windows 2000! More efficient, more stable, and smoother! Supports running large software..." An advertisement was playing on the radio, promoting how great the newly released "Windows 2000" system was, but it was mostly aimed at companies rather than individuals.

After all, in this day and age, most people can't afford expensive computers worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Moreover, for ordinary people in this era, computers are indeed not needed. Even Mo Xueyao, who takes computer classes, still feels that personal computers are far removed from her life. Unless it is for certain professional jobs, it seems that buying one would not be of much use except for playing games.

If you want to play games, you can definitely buy a handheld game console. It's not only cheaper than a personal computer, but it's also more portable, and there are more games available, many of which have better graphics than those on a computer.

"Hey, you two come so early every day." Mo Xueyao, who was in a daze, heard a hearty laugh and then saw the art teacher—now she should be called the art class teacher, Qiu Yi—walk into the classroom.

"Hey, what brings Teacher Qiu here? Is she being 'hunted down' again?" Mo Xueyao asked with a hint of teasing.

As their club's advisors, they often run into each other outside of class. After spending time together, they realize that Qiu Yi is actually just a playful big boy.

"No, no, how could I be chased every day?" Qiu Yi winked mischievously. "I remember Huang Yuxi was sitting next to you, right?"

"Mm." Mo Xueyao nodded.

"Here are four sets of school uniforms. When he arrives, just say they're for him." Qiu Yi said, placing the four packaged school uniforms on Huang Yuxi's desk. "Your teacher Ye Wen asked me to run this errand. Two sets are for autumn/winter, and two sets are for spring/summer."

"Ok."

"By the way, remember to come to the club at noon today. Aren't we preparing for the centennial celebration? I can give you some ideas."

"Okay." Mo Xueyao was indeed troubled by this matter.

"Hey! Qiu Yi, are you done yet?" Physics teacher Ye Yu called out from the doorway. "Hurry up, it's not time for the official start of work yet, we can still play a few rounds."

"Coming, coming," Qiu Yi replied, and hurriedly walked out of the classroom.

"Yesterday I studied the physics formulas in CS and made a few parabolic trajectories of grenades bouncing off the wall. I found that if we throw a grenade at an angle at that wall on the map we played yesterday, it will bounce farther and land right behind that cover where someone might be lying in ambush."

"Seriously? You're using formulas to play a game?"

"As a physics teacher, even when playing games, one must be rigorous."

"Come on, haha..."

The two teachers walked further and further away down the corridor, their voices gradually becoming indistinct.

A few minutes later, Mr. Xue walked into the classroom carrying a paper bag. Although he had dark circles under his eyes, he seemed quite relaxed today. As soon as he entered the classroom, he greeted them in a refreshed manner: "Good morning, Li Wanyan, Xiaoyao."

"Good morning, what's in Xiaoxue's bag?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

"Haha—good stuff," Mr. Xue said mysteriously.

"Is this the culprit behind your recent drowsiness?" Li Wanyan speculated.

"The class monitor is indeed the class monitor, amazing." Mr. Xue gave a thumbs up. "That's right, I've been working on this recently, and it's finally finished today."

Mo Xueyao sat up straight: "What is it? It must be very interesting, right?"

“Hey.” Mr. Xue cleared his throat with a hint of pride and couldn’t wait to share with others, “An all-terrain spider-type robot—actually, it’s a remote-controlled spider.”

"A remote-controlled spider?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened. "Quick, take it out and let me see!"