A Young Woman's Heart

Just then, Mo Xueyao suddenly felt a cold finger gently poking her from behind.

"Wang Jiale, did you poke me?" Mo Xueyao turned her head to look at the other person in confusion.

"No," Wang Jiale said innocently.

Then, the two turned around together and saw a girl who was less than 1.5 meters tall, probably around 1.45 meters.

That youthful face didn't look like a high school student at all, and she wasn't wearing a school uniform, but rather a pure black dress with the hem just covering her knees.

She wore a pair of small black sandals, revealing her glistening toes.

"Who are you...?" Mo Xueyao asked, staring at the girl who was a head shorter than her.

"teacher."

"Teacher?!" Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale exclaimed in unison, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Mo Xueyao is 1.58 meters tall, and Wang Jiale is 1.5 meters tall, both of which are considered relatively short. But this girl is shorter than both of them, and the key point is that she looks very young, both in terms of figure and face...

"Okay." She nodded, then took out a stack of cut-up meal tickets from her pocket and handed them to Mo Xueyao.

"Huh? Was it specially delivered to me? Did our homeroom teacher ask you to deliver it?" Although the other party seemed to be a teacher, Mo Xueyao couldn't help but ask in the tone of an elder.

The latter nodded expressionlessly, then turned and left.

He doesn't seem to like talking much.

"Is that...the teacher?" Mo Xueyao watched her walk around the corner, then looked at Wang Jiale beside her.

"Maybe...right?" Wang Jiale wasn't quite sure either, then as if remembering some rumor, she clapped her hands forcefully, "That's right! Maybe it's that teacher!"

"what?"

"It's the teacher that everyone at school says looks like a first-year junior high student!"

"What does she teach?" Mo Xueyao found it hard to imagine what she would look like in class. She was so short, she probably wasn't much taller than the podium.

Will it truly possess authority?

"She doesn't teach classes; she's the only teacher in the psychological counseling department that was just established this year at Yukong High School."

"It's actually psychological counseling?" Mo Xueyao was even more shocked.

Because the other person doesn't seem to know anything about psychological counseling.

How can someone who barely speaks offer guidance to others?

And with such a petite appearance, it's impossible to feel at ease, right?

“Yukong High School…that’s really strange…” Mo Xueyao pouted and muttered.

"Because the new principal came this year, he brought a lot of new things!" Wang Jiale pointed to the corridor ahead, then raised his other hand and shouted, "Alright, alright, let's go! To the cafeteria!"

The cafeteria was already very crowded at this point.

There are seven windows in total, but the window where you exchange meal tickets for snacks is less crowded.

The others all had long queues.

You can't even see what kind of food is in each window.

So the two of them didn't rush to queue up, but instead squeezed to the front to see what food was available at each window.

In the end, the two agreed to choose window number six.

It's not that the food at window number six is ​​particularly delicious, but rather that it's relatively good, and there are fewer people queuing.

The food here is Yangzhou fried rice—the kind with green peas and corn kernels.

In addition, there was a fried chicken cutlet and a handful of cherry tomatoes.

It didn't look greasy at all, and it looked quite refreshing. Plus, there weren't too many people, so the two of them chose this place.

However, by the time it was their turn, five or six minutes had already passed.

Then another problem arose.

The two people carrying the plates couldn't find a place to sit.

After walking around, I saw that many of the boys in my class seemed to be gathered around a long table that could seat about ten people.

For easy arrangement, the stools are also long benches, so if you squeeze in, you can still fit two petite girls.

"Hmm, let's wait until they finish eating..." Wang Jiale said softly.

She's quite outgoing with girls, but seems to become shy around boys.

"It's okay, I think we can squeeze in and two people can sit here," Mo Xueyao replied, and then stepped forward.

A pretty girl with delicate features walked over, naturally attracting the attention of the boys, who recognized her as the new female student who had joined the class today.

"Look, look, the class beauty is here!" someone whispered with a smile to the person next to them.

"You've already elevated her to the level of class beauty in just half a day?"

"After all, she's stunningly beautiful!"

"I think it's alright...you guys are exaggerating..."

Mo Xueyao pretended not to hear their whispers, walked to the table, and politely smiled, "Excuse me, could two more people squeeze in here? Wang Jiale and I can't find any seats."

"Ok, Ok!"

"No problem at all!"

"Absolutely OK!"

The boys made hand gestures and then began moving their plates and crowding in one direction.

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Chapter Thirteen Lunch Break

The large dining table, which seats twelve, was occupied by twelve boys.

Although two girls could squeeze in, it was still a bit crowded.

More importantly, the boys were quite gentlemanly, and deliberately kept a considerable distance between themselves to avoid making the girls feel awkward.

That's how Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale were able to sit down facing each other.

"Damn, there are enough empty seats, right? Why are you squeezing onto me?" Zhou Yong, who had an ordinary appearance, rolled his eyes, grabbed the face of the skinny, sleazy boy next to him, and shoved him aside.

Across from Zhou Yong, a large, tall man, with the speed of someone who had been single for who knows how many years, reached out with his chopsticks and snatched a piece of braised pork from Zhou Yong's plate.

When Zhou Yong turned around, he realized that something was wrong.

"Where's my braised pork! Such a big piece of braised pork! Li Hongran! Did you steal it?"

"I don't know anything." The big boy, named Li Hongran, chewed the braised pork quickly with his cheeks puffed out while looking up at the ceiling.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Damn it, you owe me braised pork!" Zhou Yong shouted indignantly.

"Can't I trade you sweet and sour pork?" Li Hongran certainly didn't mean to take advantage of anyone; it was just a common way boys joked around.

"Change to two!"

"Why should I?"

"And there's another portion for compensation for emotional distress!"

"You're trying to extort me!" Li Hongran shouted, but the two pieces of sweet and sour pork on her plate were still taken away.

Before he could continue his antics with Zhou Yong, the chubby boy, Gao Yuan, who was Li Wanyan's deskmate, plopped down on Li Hongran's lap: "I don't have a seat, so you can sit on my lap."

"Fuck you..." Li Hongran rolled her eyes, "You're too heavy, get down, get down!"

"Heavy? What's so heavy about it? I'm very light, okay?" Gao Yuan said shamelessly.

"Pfft!" Wang Jiale, who had been listening to their conversation, finally couldn't hold back anymore and spat out a mouthful of rice and vegetables. If she hadn't blocked it with her hand in time, it would have sprayed directly into Mo Xueyao's plate.

"Is it that funny?" Mo Xueyao asked helplessly.

While it evokes a sense of nostalgia, it shouldn't be that funny.

Of course, it's also possible that she's already used to such banter and teasing among her brothers and friends.

This kind of interaction between boys is actually quite normal.

"Hmm... the boys are really interesting," Wang Jiale said softly. "They seem happy all the time."

"Aren't they girls?"

"Oh dear... communication between girls... isn't always so simple... um... things are always a bit more complicated between girls, right?"

Mo Xueyao didn't know how to respond.

Actually, what she wanted to ask was that her communication with Wang Jiale didn't seem complicated at all.

But worried that he was too slow to notice the complexity, he simply chose to remain silent.

"Hey, it's getting lively here." Just as the boys were making a ruckus, Mr. Xue walked over with a smile and asked casually.

He was holding a very substantial piece of pork floss bread in his hand, especially the pork floss, which was very generous.

It must have been made at the school, because it wasn't packaged in a plastic food bag; it was just wrapped in a food-grade plastic bag.

"Xiaoxue, you didn't get any food today?" Zhou Yong glanced at him. "Wow, there's a lot of meat floss!"

"Hmm, I saw some pork floss bread today and couldn't resist exchanging it for a meal ticket, hehe..." Mr. Xue smiled elegantly, looking every bit the seasoned gentleman who had seen it all.

Lunch was a lively affair, and Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale even got to enjoy a crosstalk performance, which seemed to improve their appetites considerably.

The boys left just as the two girls were finishing their meal.

In fact, most of them had already finished eating.

I only lingered a little longer because both girls were quite pretty.

Although lunch is over, there's still a long lunch break ahead.