A Young Woman's Heart

Pushing open the slightly ajar classroom door, Zhou Yong walked in and heard a clear, melodious voice, like that of a nightingale: "Good morning, Zhou Yong."

"Ah, good morning." Zhou Yong greeted her calmly, taking the opportunity to glance at Mo Xueyao a few more times—unless there was something important to discuss, he didn't dare to look directly at her face.

No matter how many times I look at it, it's always so mesmerizing, like a work of art sculpted by God. Even the few small moles on the collarbone are perfectly placed.

Zhou Yong, who was not good at Chinese, couldn't describe the beauty in his mind. He could only keep thinking about words like "so beautiful," "so pretty," and "too beautiful."

Unfortunately, he couldn't look at it any longer. Three seconds later, Zhou Yong looked away, pretending he hadn't thought about anything, and sat down in his seat.

He and Mo Xueyao were in the same group, and he would admire her back view from a distance every day during class.

Although most of the time his view was blocked by Ye Banxia and Cha Li sitting in front of him.

"Oh, right, Zhou Yong." Mo Xueyao suddenly turned her head and called out to him.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yong asked immediately, though he pretended to be nonchalant, his speaking speed betrayed him.

"Here you go." Mo Xueyao said, tossing over a piece of orange-red candy without further explanation.

She's always so efficient in her work.

Zhou Yong knew that these were candies she had given him.

Even though I know I'll probably be giving it to many people, I'm still quite happy about it.

He tore open the candy wrapper, struck a pose of enjoyment, and put the candy in his mouth.

The next second, the sourness made his whole face distort.

Mo Xueyao, who had just turned her head away, turned back around now, with a 'successful scheme' expression: "Pfft, is it sour?"

"good……"

"Would you like another one?"

"No, no, no more..." Zhou Yong shook his head like a rattle drum.

Unexpectedly, this was Mo Xueyao's prank. Well, she can be quite mischievous sometimes.

"Xiaoyao, you've bullied someone again," Li Wanyan said helplessly.

"Oh, it's just a joke. It's normal for friends to joke around, right, Zhou Yong?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhou Yong hurriedly replied, covering his cheek. Even though he knew it was a prank candy, he still tried his best to bite it and eat it because he thought it was given to him by Mo Xueyao.

I always felt that amidst this intense, unyielding sourness, there was also a faint hint of sweetness.

"Ah~ youth is so wonderful~" The art teacher who was passing by the door clicked his tongue and was hit on the head by several stacked books.

"Qiu Yi—!!"

"Damn it, you caught me!" Qiu Yi hurriedly turned and ran.

"Stop right there!"

"Anyone who stops here is an idiot! I didn't lift your skirt!"

"Who else could it be but you!"

"It's Wang Qianyu!"

"Don't try to fool me!"

"Really!"

Class teacher Ye Wen and art teacher Qiu Yi chased each other away. If you arrive early, you might occasionally see the two of them chasing and playing around, just like a cat and a mouse, a pair of bickering lovers.

"Bang bang bang!" Then came the sound of books hitting heads, clearly, Qiu Yi had been caught.

The art teacher was quite ordinary-looking, the kind of person you'd easily lose in a crowd, but she had a close relationship with Ye Wen, leading many students to suspect they were a couple.

You know, the homeroom teacher is the object of many boys' fantasies.

She possessed both girlish mischief and the intellectual beauty of a mature woman, to the point that no boy ever slept in her class.

Although it's very likely that they didn't listen at all, and were just openly staring blankly at the teacher's face or legs.

I wonder how the art teacher managed to win over the homeroom teacher?

Zhou Yong pondered, resting his chin on his hand. Was it due to his own knowledge, or perhaps he was exceptionally wealthy? Or maybe he had some kind of heroic rescue experience?

Zhou Yong sighed, feeling that he had no hope.

The only person who would like him is probably himself.

As time went by, more and more students entered the classroom, and the noisy classroom marked the beginning of each day. It would be strange if the classroom was unusually quiet one morning.

Zhou Yong gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​people and became completely invisible.

Mo Xueyao also distributed the incredibly sour candy to quite a few people. Some were fooled and popped it directly into their mouths, their mouths watering from the sourness. Others were more cautious, taking a lick and realizing how sour it was, they immediately saw through Mo Xueyao's 'scheme'.

But people still fall for it, because those who have been scammed deliberately keep quiet, waiting for the next person to be scammed so they can derive pleasure from their misfortune.

"Zhou Yong, you've been spacing out for ages. What are you thinking about?" Li Hongran nudged Zhou Yong's arm and asked mischievously, "Thinking about love?"

"Screw you." Zhou Yong rolled his eyes.

But actually, he was thinking about something related to Mo Xueyao just now.

Speaking of which, I dreamt about her a few days ago, and it was even a erotic dream.

Although he felt ashamed after waking up, feeling that he had desecrated the goddess in his heart, he still couldn't help but think about it.

"Oh my, are you really having romantic feelings? Tsk tsk tsk, forget about the school beauty, okay? How about the math class representative behind you?"

"What are you saying?" Tang Sishi, the math class representative, pushed up her thick glasses with lenses that were at least 500 degrees thick and rolled her eyes at Li Hongran.

Tang Sishi is an ordinary-looking girl. She studies very hard, but unfortunately, she is only good at math, and her other subjects are relatively poor.

She has poor eyesight and always wears high-prescription glasses, making her look like the kind of bookworm who only knows how to study.

She really wasn't good at joking, and her seriousness level was comparable to Li Wanyan's, but she didn't have that oppressive feeling. Instead, she made people feel like she was a puppet being manipulated.

Tang Sishi's face is a bit square, with more angular features than the average girl, so... she's not very pretty.

Saying she's not very good-looking is being rather mild; to be precise, she's just average-looking.

Of course, the boys didn't like girls like that, but Zhou Yong suddenly felt a strange sadness at that moment.

He wants to be with pretty girls, but don't average-looking girls also want to be with handsome guys?

People will always have unrealistic fantasies.

Zhou Yong thought that perhaps his future wife would be a girl with an equally ordinary appearance.

This is the reason for his sorrow.

It's not because I like it, but because there's nothing better, so I settle for it.

"What are you doing, kid?" Li Hongran patted Zhou Yong on the shoulder. "Why do you look so haggard? What happened? Did you age ten years overnight?"

"You don't know anything, this is called maturity."

Zhou Yong answered with droopy eyelids.

……

Chapter 110 Zhou Yong and the Psychological Counseling Room

Yukong High School has a school counselor.

Zhou Yong knew about it, but had never been there.

He was too embarrassed to ask others, so he had to find it himself.

Finally, in a corner of the campus, we found this bungalow with a sign that read "Psychological Counseling Room".

Several flowerpots were placed at the entrance, filled with thriving flowers and plants.

One of the plants was a mimosa, and Zhou Yong couldn't resist gently touching it.

After a one-second delay, they shyly closed up together.

"Speaking of which, what is a psychological counselor really like...?" Zhou Yong nervously licked his lips. "If I go to her for something so trivial, will she look down on me?"

Because he came here not so much for psychological counseling, but rather for a puberty consultation.

But thinking about it carefully, how many students in a school have psychological problems? It's more likely just a complex effect of adolescence.

The most important task is to help students calm down, regain their composure, and view life with equanimity.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yong felt a surge of courage and finally raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

"Who is it!" came a lively voice from inside the room, sounding like a cheerful young girl.

Then, the door was slammed open, and a young girl dressed in a Western-style pastoral outfit stood there. Despite her short stature, she gave the impression of being looked down upon.

She was wearing a plain white dress, with a black floral skirt over it. Zhou Yong, being Chinese, had never seen two skirts worn together before, and was quite surprised.

The girl, her feet clad in white lace socks, took a few steps back, making room for someone to enter: "You're here to see a psychologist? What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yong snapped out of his daze and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Isn't this a rather rude way of speaking?

He scratched his head, hesitant to go straight in: "It's about...about matters of the heart..."

"Oh, then come in!" the girl said, grabbing Zhou Yong's hand, seemingly very excited. "Leave any psychological problems to me! They'll definitely heal you!"

Is it really appropriate to promote yourself like this?

Zhou Yong thought helplessly, but he simply couldn't resist the enthusiastic invitation from this girl who looked like a first-year junior high school student. Although she looked much younger than him, since she was a teacher, she must be at least twenty years old, right?

He's just a bit short...

He looks like he's less than 1.5 meters tall.

Is he only 1.4 meters tall?

Zhou Yong only realized these things after he walked in, because the other person's seemingly condescending gaze had given him the illusion that he was not as tall as the other person.