A Young Woman's Heart

"Hey, don't just stay in the classroom all the time. You need to exercise occasionally, okay? Let's go for a walk, let's play ball. Men should exercise more; that's how you stay healthy!"

"No, I have other things to do," Zhou Yong replied, trying to sound calm. He was mainly worried that if they got into a physical altercation while playing basketball, he would lose face if it got out.

From now on, whenever people see him, they will add a title before his name—cross-dressing pervert.

Well, for people who aren't good-looking, this is the only title they can get after being discovered.

"Tsk, never mind, I'm going to play ball then." Li Hongran said, calling to the others, "An Ruosu! Lü Bolun! Chen Cheng! Let's play ball! Anyone else want to come, come on over!"

At Li Hongran's call, seven or eight boys suddenly disappeared from the noisy classroom.

Zhou Yong couldn't help but glance out the window. Although he couldn't see the playground from his spot, he could still imagine how lively the basketball court would be later.

Today, he didn't dare to join in the fun at all. He sat on the chair with his legs slightly turned inward and scribbled on his notebook, pretending to be studying seriously, but actually just drawing meaningless lines and doodles.

"Why isn't school over yet..." he muttered to himself, never having longed for school to end as much as he had today, forgetting that he had a club activity to attend.

Perhaps I should go to the bathroom when no one is around, take off my socks, and throw them in the trash can?

But since it was a gift from someone else, wouldn't it be a bad idea to throw it away?

No, no, let's be safe...

Zhou Yong thought to himself, then stood up without making a sound, pretending that nothing had happened, and walked to the toilet alone.

"Zhou Yong!" A clear shout made him tremble, so frightened he almost peed his pants. He stiffly turned his head and saw Mo Xueyao, with a pair of sky-blue eyes, walking towards him from behind.

Mo Xueyao is currently ranked number one on the list of school beauties at Yukong High School. It's not because she's truly stunningly beautiful, but mainly because her exotic eyes add a lot of points. After all, what's special is what makes a deeper impression.

"Wha...what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You seem a bit hunched over today. Are you still cold in this warm weather?" Mo Xueyao asked in confusion.

"No...it's just a little...a bit of a stomachache."

"Oh, do you have diarrhea?" Mo Xueyao instinctively moved half a step away from him, as if he would poop in his pants the next second, which made Zhou Yong even more embarrassed.

"Uh...more or less." But to cover up his other embarrassment, he could only admit it like this.

"Did you bring any tissues?" Mo Xueyao's concern touched Zhou Yong.

"I brought it."

"Okay, bye-bye then, I'm going to the club activity room now~" Mo Xueyao and Zhou Yong distanced themselves, leaving the latter standing there in a daze.

The scent of her body seemed to linger in the air.

The aromas of milk, fruit, and flowers blend together, creating an intoxicating fragrance.

It took him a while to come to his senses, and he deliberately walked to the usually deserted restroom in the laboratory building.

Ten minutes later, he came out, looking around furtively before throwing his black stockings, stained with sticky liquid, into a covered trash can. He then let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the club activity room as if nothing had happened.

……

Inside the art practice club's activity room, everyone seemed a bit lazy, casually discussing recent interesting stories, such as who embarrassed themselves, who started dating whom, and who got called to the teacher's office as punishment for copying texts...

This is the students' peaceful daily routine, which feels especially warm and wonderful in this warm spring weather.

"I've made up my mind." After everyone had entered the club, Qiu Yi looked up and wrote a few big words on the small whiteboard behind her, "For this school anniversary celebration, our club will set up a raffle booth!"

"A lottery booth? What are you going to win? It seems like only one person has the money to buy the prizes..." Mo Xueyao's gaze fell on Gao Yuan.

"Hey, hey, I'm not a sucker!" Gao Yuan shouted, looking anxious. In fact, everyone knew that when it came to paying, he would never refuse. He was just joking around.

"No one needs to contribute money; I will cover all the material costs." Qiu Yi coughed twice. "Of course, any money earned will go to the club as funding for future activities."

Li Wanyan took a sip of coffee, seemingly understanding Teacher Qiu's thoughts: "So, we're going to create the artwork ourselves?"

“That’s right! Since we’re called the Art Practice Society, the most important thing is art! We’ll create all sorts of artworks ourselves and then let others enter into a lottery, so we don’t have to worry about our poorly made pieces not selling!” Qiu Yi said excitedly, seemingly thinking that his idea was perfect.

Although this would make Gao Yuan and Zhou Yong feel like they were being targeted...

Yes, Mo Zhuyou feels the same way.

"Teacher, is photography considered art?" Gao Yuan immediately thought of another lazy way.

"Photos certainly count, but I don't provide film, and if you want to take photos, you can't take pictures of people unless you have their permission."

"Can I only take landscape photos? That's fine too, I'll just take pictures." Gao Yuan made up her mind, which made Zhou Yong very envious, but unfortunately she had neither money nor talent.

He was the last to arrive at the club; the others waited for him for more than ten minutes.

Having entered a state of enlightenment, he was completely at ease and unafraid of being stared at by Mo Xueyao. However, after being looked at for a while, he still felt a little guilty.

“However, even if you choose to take photos, you still have to create other works of art.” Qiu Yi said, placing two large bags of things that he had already prepared on the table, causing ripples to spread in the coffee in Mo Xueyao’s cup.

"Here we have plaster powder, stones for making seals, rice paper, canvas, and various watercolor paints and oil pastels. You can choose your favorite to make an artwork. Let me think... Each person should provide at least... ten pieces! That will make eighty pieces. Of course, there might still be a situation where we don't have enough prizes, so we'll make as many as we can, and I'll help to supplement them."

The club does teach some basic academic knowledge, such as how to make artwork with plaster powder, or how to carve words on stones to turn them into seals...

Painting ink wash paintings on rice paper goes without saying; it's a beginner-level skill.

Oil pastels are used in a similar way to crayons, so there's no issue with not knowing how to draw with them.

But just like writing, being able to write characters doesn't mean they're written beautifully.

After some consideration, Mo Xueyao decided to choose the relatively more convenient oil painting option. Of course, the oil paintings here couldn't be as complex as Western oil paintings; after all, they were student works, so they had to be much simpler.

"Okay, then I'll choose plaster!" Gao Yuan's eyes darted around, as if he had come up with a special idea.

Duanmu Ji silently took out a packet of plaster powder, seemingly ready to start making it.

Mo Xueyao thought of the umbrella he had repaired last time. Perhaps, his hands were quite skillful.

"I'll just make some seals," Mr. Xue said, taking out a piece of stone and tools, and began to carve on it.

Both sisters from the Mo family chose ink painting, while Li Wanyan, like Mo Xueyao, chose oil painting.

Zhou Yong looked around and realized that he was the only one who hadn't made a choice, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take out plaster powder, just like Gao Yuan.

If you have a mold, it's not difficult to make handicrafts out of plaster. Just add water in a certain proportion and pour it into the mold.

Of course, things that are all the same have no soul.

Generally, plaster is solidified into the shape of a stone because plaster is relatively soft and easy to sculpt, making it suitable for beginners—at least much easier than carving stone.

Everyone in the club activity room got busy. A little plaster dust floated in the air, the smell of ink permeated the room, and the 'crackling' sound of carving with a chisel filled the room.

This time, even when it was time for the indoor lunch break, no one went back because they were all so engrossed that they forgot the time.

"I'm done!" Gao Yuan suddenly shouted, startling Mo Xueyao so much that she smeared a 'scar' on the face of the figure she was drawing.

She glared at Gao Yuan, her cheeks puffed out: "What are you doing? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Haha, cough cough, look at me, I'm finished!" Gao Yuan pointed to the palm-sized plaster 'artwork' in his hand and asked excitedly, "How is it? Isn't it very artistic?"

It was a terrible object consisting of a cylinder and two spheres.

"Wow, Gao Yuan, you're amazing!" Zhou Yong said with admiration.

"Right? That's what art is all about!"

You big dummy!

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking to herself.

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Chapter 112 Adding Wings of Fantasy to Ordinary Life

The third period on Monday afternoon is art class.

After a long day of main classes, the students can finally relax a little.

After art class comes physical education class, and after that, you can happily carry your schoolbag home.

Even Mo Xueyao felt somewhat tired after a day of main classes, and her concentration, which had been focused for most of the day, began to scatter.

Art class is probably the most chaotic class. The teacher talks on the stage while the students chat on the stage, as if the two are completely unrelated.

So sometimes, Teacher Qiu would simply walk up to the students who were willing to listen, pull up a chair, sit down, and start the lesson, which seemed quite casual.

It's fortunate that the principal isn't a rigid person, otherwise a teacher like that would definitely have been fired...

Art class is like a study session, even more relaxed. After all, you have to keep quiet during study sessions, but you can have 'free discussions' in art class.

"Little Yaoyao~ Do you want to see my art collection?" Hua Yinyin turned around, holding a thick hardcover notebook, and asked expectantly.

"Your art collection?" Mo Xueyao asked, her eyelids drooping. "It must be something awful, right?"

Huang Yuxi, standing to the side, looked like she wanted to watch but didn't dare to show it.

"It's not anything bad! It's something even Yaoyao can look at!" Hua Yinyin protested, "I'm clearly a good child, so why does Yaoyao always think I would draw something terrible!"

"If I believed that, I'd really be a primary school student." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

Huang Yuxi, unable to contain her excitement, quickly wrote on the whiteboard and held it up for Hua Yinyin: "I want to see."

"Okay, then you and Xiaoyao can look at it together. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing; I wanted to doodle or jot down some interesting ideas when I had free time," Hua Yinyin said, opening the hardcover notebook. Mo Xueyao instinctively wanted to close her eyes, but found the contents surprisingly refreshing. "There aren't many drawings, only about twenty pages. Take your time looking at it~"

This notebook is completely blank, meaning it has no lines or grids, making it perfect for drawing and doodling.

However, there is a big difference between the doodles of someone who can draw and the doodles of someone who can't draw much.

What Hua Yinyin drew is more like a line drawing than a doodle.

She also added some simple colors with colored pencils, making the overall style clean and warm, like a fairy tale picture book.

The first page depicts a girl with braided pigtails.

It's not a chibi version, but drawn to life-size proportions.

Clearly, this is the image that Hua Yinyin drew for herself.

But isn't that a bit too narcissistic—deliberately drawing such large breasts, they're practically cows!

Even in reality, it's not that big!

In reality, it should be considered an E cup, right?

It's a pity that the atmosphere was ruined by those monstrous breasts, even though the art style was so refreshing.