A Young Woman's Heart

If Mo Xueyao's whiteness is as white as snow, then Hua Yinyin's whiteness is as white as milk.

Although it looks white, the milky white color still has a slight yellowish tint.

The two women, each with their own distinct white complexion, possess different kinds of beauty.

The former appears more aloof, while the latter appears more alluring.

Everyone's clothes were a mess. Except for Huang Yuxi and Huang Zhengyang, everyone else had to hurry home to shower and change.

"I'll take you to the station." Hua Yinyin smiled slightly, revealing two cute tiger teeth, which gave Mo Xueyao goosebumps.

"No need, no need, Yinyin, you should get some rest." Wang Jiale waved his hand. "We know where the station is."

Yes, that's right.

"No, no, as your host, of course I have to take you to the station. What if you can't find your way?" Hua Yinyin insisted. Seeing that they couldn't refuse her kindness, everyone let her take them all the way to the station.

Although they would see each other again tomorrow, Hua Yinyin looked reluctant to part. She even kissed Mo Xueyao's hand and bowed deeply, saying, "Goodbye, my lady."

"It's disgusting..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and couldn't help but utter a curse word that wasn't exactly a vulgarity amidst the intense chill.

Although Hua Yinyin is a girl, I still have a really bad feeling about her for some reason!

In short, the birthday party came to an end, and everyone returned home with lingering excitement.

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Chapter Ninety-Seven: Teacher Su's Cookies

February, which was "short" with several fewer days than other months, has come to an end, and March, with its warm spring weather and blooming flowers, has arrived.

However, even before the Awakening of Insects arrives, spring rains have already begun to fall continuously.

The temperature, which had been rising, suddenly dropped significantly, but unlike winter rain, this damp and cool rain seemed to carry a warmth like touching cotton wool.

In this gentle rain, the two cherry blossom trees at the school gate sprouted buds, seemingly preparing to bloom after absorbing enough spring breeze and rain.

As Mo Xueyao walked past the cherry blossom tree, she couldn't help but pause slightly and shake her somewhat worn-out umbrella—several ribs were sticking out, and the plastic covers that should have covered them were long gone.

So be careful when using it, lest you poke someone's eye.

"Yaoyao, the umbrella needs fixing." Li Wanyan stood to the side holding a newer umbrella, then looked up and smiled slightly, "The cherry blossoms will be in bloom soon, it's spring again."

“Yes.” Mo Xueyao shook her umbrella, walked into the lobby of the teaching building, and put it away. “I remember when I was a child, I could still see some umbrella repairmen on the street, but now I can’t find them anymore. If the umbrella is broken, I can only throw it away.”

"Fortunately, this umbrella is only missing the plastic sleeve that covers the ribs."

"Some are broken, some are damaged," Mo Xueyao muttered, when she saw a boy she didn't usually talk to appear in her line of sight.

It was Duanmu Ji, who was eating bread while holding an umbrella.

His umbrella had several obvious patches, clearly indicating that it had been repaired.

"Hey, Duanmu Ji—" Mo Xueyao waved to him, "Where did you get your umbrella repaired?"

"An umbrella?" Duanmu Ji was taken aback for a moment, then said calmly, "I fixed it myself."

"You can fix umbrellas?"

"Ah."

"Could you fix it for me?" Mo Xueyao shook the somewhat worn-out umbrella in her hand.

Duanmu Ji glanced at Mo Xueyao and replied, "Sure... These days, very few people repair umbrellas."

"So how did you learn that?"

“I learned it from the old man downstairs when I was in junior high school, but he has now switched to repairing clocks,” Duanmu Ji replied calmly, handing his umbrella to Mo Xueyao. “Give me your umbrella.”

"Oh, could you take it back and fix it for me?"

"Ah."

The conversation between the two ended there. Duanmu Ji seemed to only say what was necessary and didn't seem to enjoy small talk.

It's not that I'm bad at dealing with girls, it's just that I'm like that with everyone.

In the light drizzle, the two arrived at the classroom door.

A cat, as black as a lump of coal, crouched at the doorway, staring at the two of them with its eerie green eyes, before sniffing at Mo Xueyao's feet.

It seemed to have noticed the scent of other cats on her.

At the entrance corridor, the medical staff teacher, who looked to be about the same age as them, was quietly leaning on the railing, gazing down at the playground where a light spring rain was falling.

"Oh, Teacher Su?" Mo Xueyao greeted her with some curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

"I occasionally wander around the school." Teacher Su tugged at her hem and gave a slightly embarrassed smile.

Teachers all have their own hobbies, and they also have many things to do when they have free time.

"Let's go, Cookie." Su Yuqing called softly with her head down, and the cat, as black as a lump of coal, stretched leisurely and followed her away step by step.

Unlike the clingy brittle at Mo Xueyao's house, the cookie seems to be more independent.

"They actually allow cats to come to school." Mo Xueyao glanced at the black cat a few more times.

“After all, the teachers in the medical affairs office have their own offices, so even if they find out, the school leaders will probably turn a blind eye.” Li Wanyan shook her head slightly and pushed open the door to walk into the classroom.

Mo Xueyao lay on the table, taking advantage of the free time to think about the activities to be held during the centennial celebration of the school.

The last time her homeroom teacher spoke to her, she told her that the activity content had been slightly modified. Now, each class only needs to use their own classroom as an activity room and set up an entertainment venue.

It could be opening a shop or providing entertainment services, as long as it doesn't violate the law.

The stalls set up on the playground were changed to be managed by the student associations.

There are currently sixty-three clubs in the school, including those established by the school and those formed by the students themselves.

For a high school, this is already quite a variety.

However, some clubs have very few members.

The school's rule for clubs is that there must be at least four members, which has resulted in many niche cultural clubs having only four members in total.

Furthermore, not all clubs have advisors. Clubs without advisors are generally managed by the homeroom teacher. However, Ye Wen, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, seems to be indifferent to club affairs. In any case, the club's funding is provided by the school based on the number of members and the content of the activities...

In short, the preparations for the club activities can be left to Gao Yuan and the instructor Qiu Yi. As the publicity committee member, Mo Xueyao now has a lighter burden and only needs to prepare for her class's school anniversary activities.

She has written many plans, but nothing has been finalized yet.

Today she decided to stop delaying and finalize which option to use.

"Wanyan, which of these five options do you think is better?" Mo Xueyao asked, but did not specify which five options. In any case, Li Wanyan, who had discussed them together, was already familiar with them.

“Opening a restaurant is not a good choice, because there will definitely be many food stalls on the playground,” Li Wanyan analyzed for Mo Xueyao.

“Yes, so cooking can be ruled out for now.” Mo Xueyao agreed, mainly because cooking is troublesome, requiring washing and boiling, and the classroom itself is not equipped with kitchen facilities.

"Didn't we already get the results yesterday?" Li Wanyan smiled helplessly.

"Ahem, I just wanted to confirm this again today." Mo Xueyao nodded vigorously and checked a box next to a project, indicating that this would be the one to use.

The content of the school anniversary event has been decided – a random social networking room.

Simply put, the classroom is divided into sections using cardboard boxes, each section being a small cubicle. Each cubicle can only seat two people, and then staff members lead two people into randomly selected cubicles.

In other words, you might encounter strangers here, who could be of the same sex or the opposite sex.

The cubicle will be equipped with small light bulbs to match the atmosphere. The two people will exchange personal information written in advance at the counter, and then they must stay inside for more than fifteen minutes before they can come out.

To keep things interesting, each cubicle is equipped with small props for two-player games, such as Gomoku and flying machines.

The "Random Dating Room" is just a description of what the place is, not its official name.

In fact, many names had been thought of for it, but in the end, Mo Xueyao settled on one that sounded more elegant—"Point Star".

Although it seems to have little to do with the content itself.

"Phew, I've finally accomplished something important." Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief. In junior high, the publicity committee members were all pretty girls, so she always thought it was a job for a 'pretty face'. Now that she was the publicity committee member herself, she realized just how tiring it really was.

The key point is that the publicity committee members actually have quite a lot to do.

Aside from the occasional major events, the monthly task of completing the blackboard bulletin board is quite a headache. If we're not just going through the motions, it would take at least a week to finish.

"Has it been decided yet?" Li Wanyan asked, deftly twirling her pen and adjusting her glasses.

"Okay, let's call it Dianxing. We can give it to Awen when she arrives." Mo Xueyao stretched and greeted Mr. Xue before he entered the classroom, "Good morning, Xiaoxue!"

"morning."

And so a new day begins.

"Good morning, Zhou Yong." As soon as Zhou Yong entered the classroom, Mo Xueyao greeted him cheerfully.

"Ah, good morning." Zhou Yong scratched his head and chuckled shyly.

Although he knew that Mo Xueyao would greet many familiar people and that he wasn't the special one, he still couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

Everyone who is greeted by Mo Xueyao feels a wonderful mood for the day; that's how she spreads her goodness to everyone around her.

What Zhou Yong looked forward to most every day when he came to school was actually her warm and lively greeting.

"Hey, Zhou Yong, did you copy the homework?" Li Hongran leisurely picked up a fried dumpling from the plastic bag, stuffed it into her mouth, and her mouth was full of grease.

"what?"

"You didn't copy it? I'll lend it to you, hehe. I finished copying it today. See how good I am?"

"Give me a break," Zhou Yong rolled his eyes. "Why the hell would I need to copy your homework? Who would want to copy your scribbles?"

"Oh dear, you're so late. Did you think you could borrow Mo Xueyao's homework?"

"Why can't I borrow it? I booked it in advance yesterday."

"Tch, even if you made a reservation, someone else might have gotten there first and borrowed it before you arrived. It might be in someone else's hands right now!"

"Tch, Mo Xueyao will definitely keep her promise. Yesterday I helped her get hot water from the teacher's office, and she promised to set aside my physics homework for me today."