A Young Woman's Heart

From 11:30 AM when get out of class ends to 12:40 PM, it is a free lunch break.

We finished eating around 11:40 or 11:50, which means most people have about 50 minutes, or nearly an hour, to do whatever they want.

Basically, all the boys went to play ball.

Boys who don't like playing basketball will choose to play badminton or table tennis for a while.

There are just as many people playing table tennis as basketball, and all the tables in the indoor table tennis courts are in use.

After dinner, Wang Jiale was dragged away by the other girls to play elsewhere, while Mo Xueyao strolled leisurely around the playground by herself.

When she came that day, school hadn't started yet, so the playground seemed very empty. But today, it didn't feel empty at all; instead, it felt incredibly lively.

In the center of the playground, some people were still playing football.

Several boys ran and chased each other, while a lot of people gathered around to cheer them on.

Although it's only been less than an hour, it seems like a competition is still going on here—of course, it's just a competition organized by the students themselves.

Along the running track on the playground, several tables were set up, serving as registration points for several established clubs.

Many people also gathered here, curious about the club.

The basketball and soccer clubs had the most applicants.

Looking at the spirited students, Mo Xueyao felt listless.

"I wonder if there will be a nap club? Hmm... I doubt there will be." She chuckled self-deprecatingly, feeling rather bored wandering around the playground alone.

He wanted to join the boys who played basketball, but he didn't know how to ask because of his current status.

When playing basketball, there will always be bumps and collisions.

If a girl were to join, the boys wouldn't be able to play as well.

After all, boys can't exactly bump into a girl.

It wouldn't be good if I bumped into a girl and made her cry.

Although Mo Xueyao wouldn't cry, the other boys didn't think so.

Thinking it best not to make things difficult for others, she decided to go back upstairs for a nap to catch up on her sleep.

My studies aren't too demanding right now, and I have quite a bit of free time at lunchtime.

So she started to consider whether she should occasionally bring an extracurricular book to school so she could pass the time during lunch break.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard someone exclaim in surprise. She turned her head and saw a black and white soccer ball flying from a great height toward her head.

Those people exclaimed in surprise because if she hadn't dodged, she would have been hit by the soccer ball.

football……

Mo Xueyao can't kick.

Because there are no football fields in primary and junior high schools.

However, she felt that her football skills were not bad.

Sometimes when I get bored at home, I'll keep kicking a soda can until I get to my front door.

A soccer ball is bigger than a soda can, so it should be easier to kick, right?

Thinking this, Mo Xueyao took a step back and began to lean slightly to one side.

Her reflexes are incredibly fast; an average girl would probably have had a much harder time dodging that.

She not only dodged the ball, but also raised her foot backward, aimed at where the ball would land, and then kicked it forward suddenly.

A pair of fair, white legs kicked high into the air, causing the skirt, perfectly conforming to Newton's laws, to billow high as well.

"boom--!"

The soccer ball was kicked out with precision, and the boy who was running ahead to retrieve it was momentarily distracted and was hit directly in the face by the ball, leaving a red ball mark.

"Um..." Mo Xueyao, who had only meant it for fun, was now a little flustered. She quickly ran over and asked, "Are you alright?!"

"No...it's nothing..."

"But you have a nosebleed."

"It's nothing, nosebleeds are normal." The boy quickly tilted his head back, and the other boys followed suit.

"Awesome!" one of the boys exclaimed, giving a thumbs up. "That was an incredibly accurate shot!"

"Feel sorry……"

"It's alright, it's alright. If you hadn't kicked it, it might have hit you instead."

"Yes, yes, it's okay for a boy to get hit, don't worry."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mo Xueyao was still a little hesitant. "Should we go to the infirmary instead?"

"Haha, going to the infirmary for something like this is too embarrassing!"

Everyone else burst into laughter. The boys, including the one who had been in the incident, didn't take it seriously. Some picked up the soccer ball, others helped the boy up, and they all returned to the soccer field as if nothing had happened.

Mo Xueyao could faintly hear their voices.

"Pure white!"

"Good legs!"

"Thanks to the new principal, all the girls are now wearing short skirts."

Mo Xueyao watched the departing figures of those people with drooping eyelids, veins throbbing on her forehead.

So that's why that guy had a nosebleed earlier?

"Idiot... just bleed until you go into shock." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, kicked aside a pebble, and walked back into the classroom with her toes pointing outwards.

The classroom was mostly filled with girls, but there were also a few boys who didn't like sports.

This includes Mr. Xue.

And it seems like the book he's reading isn't the one he read this morning.

This made Mo Xueyao suspect that he might have a lot of extracurricular books hidden in his desk drawer.

When I'm bored, I just open a book and read it.

With nothing to do, Mo Xueyao could only idly flip through a blank notebook and start doodling on it.

But after a short while, she became distracted again.

He couldn't help but stand up, rest his chin on his hand, look out the window at the playground, and let out a long sigh.

"I want to play basketball too..." she muttered to herself.

The boys who were playing soccer earlier seemed to have noticed her too.

Some people even waved to her.

Of course, Mo Xueyao simply pretended not to see it and ignored it.

……

"Which class is that girl from?" the boys on the soccer field asked.

"Looking out the window, it seems to be Class 2 of the first year of high school."

"Beauty!"

"She's definitely a very hot girl."

"hey-hey……"

"What, you want to pursue her?"

"Forget it, I can't even support myself, how am I supposed to support a girlfriend?"

"Have ambition, young man!"

……

Chapter Fourteen: Zhou Yong, Captivated

After the free lunch break, it is time for an indoor lunch break.

Although it is often replaced by a class taught by the homeroom teacher...

However, probably because it's only the first year of high school, the courses aren't that intense yet, so there were no classes during the indoor lunch break today. The young and beautiful homeroom teacher, Ye Wen, wearing white stockings, was just sitting on the podium writing lesson plans.

After exercising, the sweaty boys returned to the classroom, each using their books as fans.

They actually wanted to turn on the fan, but the girls wouldn't let them.

Since the weather is already a bit chilly, turning on the electric fan makes it even colder.

Girls are generally more sensitive to the cold than boys, especially since many of them are wearing skirts with bare legs. When the wind blows, they feel even more chilly.

Only the fans in the last row can be turned on, because those seats are occupied by boys.

Mo Xueyao yawned and lay down on her desk to take a nap.

At lunchtime at school, it always seems to make people more prone to drowsiness.

The forty-minute indoor nap time didn't seem that long. Before Mo Xueyao was fully awake, Wang Jiale woke her up.

"Wake up, wake up, Mo Xueyao? Time to go to your home economics class!"

"Hmm...hmm...!" Mo Xueyao opened her eyes groggily and saw Wang Jiale's small face so close to hers. She instinctively shrank back, her fair face turning bright red.

"What's wrong? Did I scare you?" Wang Jiale asked, somewhat puzzled. "Is my face that scary?"

"Uh... getting really close all of a sudden... it feels a bit... abrupt." Mo Xueyao struggled to find the right words to describe it, then subtly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what's the home economics class all about?"