A Young Woman's Heart

She sighed inwardly.

Although this is a matter of course.

But she still felt somewhat out of place and not quite used to it.

Normally, communication with boys should be perfectly normal.

Although Mo Xueyao was quite pretty in the past, she always had a buzz cut. While you might be a little confused at first glance, you would still think she was a boy if you looked closely.

And now...

Hairstyles can really make a big difference.

"How is it?" So, she could only ask somewhat helplessly.

"No... absolutely... no problem!"

Mo Xueyao nodded, pointed to Wang Jiale and Mo Xiao who were still staring in disbelief, and said with a smile, "Let's go over there."

"it is good……"

"Once the teams are formed, everyone can choose their own table. After you've chosen, remember which table you're on, as it won't change later," the teacher said while writing on the blackboard with chalk.

When Zhou Yong followed Mo Xueyao to the first table in a daze, he suddenly realized what was happening and turned around to call out to his companions who had been chatting with other boys in other groups: "Liu Xiaowei! Li Hongran! This way!"

I saw Li Hongran when we were eating together before; she was that tall, big guy.

Liu Xiaowei was the skinny and sleazy-looking boy.

His head was covered in white dandruff, making it look like he hadn't washed his hair in three weeks.

Mo Xueyao felt that she might have chosen the wrong group.

This boy named Liu Xiaowei looks a bit dirty...

But since I chose this myself, I have to grit my teeth and team up with them, otherwise wouldn't I lose face?

She doesn't like being someone who goes back on their word.

Wang Jiale looked at the three boys who had arrived, but hesitated to speak.

Mo Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, seemed quite relaxed: "Well, since we've invited three people, that's fine. They'll make a perfect group."

"Hey—" Wang Jiale's face fell. "I thought you'd bring three handsome guys over, Mo Xueyao... Mr. Xue would be pretty good..."

"Ahem!" Mo Xueyao coughed awkwardly twice, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window.

The three boys understood Wang Jiale's implied meaning, but it didn't affect their mood; in fact, they felt a bit smug.

Why do you feel schadenfreude when other girls dislike you?

What kind of powerful mind must one have to reach this level!

"Wow, Zhou Yong's impressive." Liu Xiaowei nudged Zhou Yong with his elbow and whispered, "What's going on? Do you know her?"

“…I don’t know her.” Zhou Yong shook his head vigorously. In fact, even he himself felt strange. “She seems very aloof, but she seems…uh…quite bold?”

Zhou Yong couldn't think of a suitable word, after all, his vocabulary was limited.

"It should be called straightforward," Liu Xiaowei said with a look of disdain.

“Or rather, frank.” The tall Li Hongran gave a witty remark.

"You two shut up... don't make others hate us," Zhou Yong said in a low voice, then put on a fawning smile.

It looks like a eunuch who has entered the palace is serving a concubine.

Mo Xueyao's eyelids twitched. She wanted to laugh but couldn't, so she could only suppress it with a strange expression.

"This should be the first time for everyone to have a formal home economics class. I just arrived at Yukong High School today, and I will be your home economics teacher from now on. My surname is Shui, like the water in a stream, and my given name is Zhishi, um, those are the characters on the blackboard." Shui Zhishi tapped the blackboard and continued, "Our home economics class is actually quite different from our academic classes. We mainly focus on hands-on practice. Today, we'll familiarize ourselves with what a home economics class is like. The next class will be the formal one."

The classroom was noisy; those who hadn't managed to team up were looking for others, while those who had successfully teamed up were chatting amongst themselves.

In fact, most of the people who can successfully form a team are boys and girls who get along well.

On the contrary, Mo Xueyao's group seemed to be in the most awkward position.

Everyone remained silent, unsure of what to say.

"In our home economics class, we will teach you how to cook, make some snacks, and make all kinds of handicrafts. Some are practical, and some are for decoration." Mizuki Shi gestured for the students to be quiet. "Are you all in your groups? If you are, please sit down at the table and be quiet."

Many people sat down, and the boys and girls who hadn't yet successfully formed a team were the most embarrassed.

But there's nothing we can do about this awkward situation; we'll just have to make do.

All the groups looked harmonious—except for Mo Xueyao's group.

Although Li Hongran is tall, her appearance is just average, and Zhou Yong is even less so, he has no special features whatsoever.

Liu Xiaowei does have some distinctive features, but those features are that of being skinny and sleazy...

On the other hand, what about the girls?

Mo Xueyao goes without saying, Wang Jiale is also a cute and lively girl, and Mo Xiaoxiao gives people a delicate and charming feeling.

They just don't match at all.

"Today, although the main focus is on explaining some things, I will also teach you some things." As she spoke, Mizuki Shi began to distribute cardstock to each table, one for each person. "Today I will teach you how to fold a simple trash can using cardstock, which can hold scraps of paper or candy wrappers and the like."

"So home economics class is similar to elementary school craft class." Li Hongran stroked the few sparse whiskers on his chin.

"Tch, this is just the basics. There's no cooking in craft class," Liu Xiaowei said, glancing at him sideways. "Can you even concentrate in class?"

"Holy crap, do you have the right to talk to me like that?" Li Hongran's eyes widened.

"You're too arrogant!" Liu Xiaowei said, slapping Zhou Yong on the head. "If you talk back to me again, I'll hit Zhou Yong again."

"If you dare to contradict me, I'll beat Zhou Yong up too!"

"Holy crap!" Zhou Yong yelled, "Can you two stop arguing and go do something else?! How did I become the innocent victim again?!"

"Ahem, boys over there, please be quiet," Mizuki Shi said with a light cough.

Mo Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and laughed, then whispered to Wang Jiale beside her, "Actually, it's quite interesting."

"But he's not handsome..." Wang Jiale muttered, pouting.

Mo Xueyao, who was standing to the side, felt extremely embarrassed.

"What's the use of being handsome? The most important thing is to last..." Liu Xiaowei blurted out a dirty joke.

The innocent Wang Jiale didn't understand what he was saying at all.

It wasn't until Mizuki Shi on stage had been lecturing for quite a while that she finally glared at Liu Xiaowei with a flushed face, leaving the latter completely bewildered.

Forming groups of three boys and three girls is a pretty good idea.

In fact, forming teams also helps students develop their communication skills.

Of course, people with innate advantages will find it easier to team up.

The simplest examples are handsome boys and beautiful girls.

However, even after forming a team, communication isn't always as smooth as it could have been...

Just like Mo Xueyao's group.

The girls were all silent.

Although the three boys were joking around and seemed to be having a good time, they felt a little lonely because the girls hardly spoke.

Fortunately, everyone could still be amused, so the three boys spent the entire class thinking of various ways to make the three of them laugh.

"You guys are really funny!" That was Mo Xiaoxiao's comment, which she made when the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

This immediately cheered Zhou Yong up, and his slightly dejected expression turned into a beaming smile: "Haha—thank goodness."

"You're saying I'm funny, okay?" Liu Xiaowei stole the credit for making the girls laugh.

"Damn it, I clearly said 'you guys,' but you had to take all the credit. You're too arrogant! Hongran, beat him up!"

"Here we are!"

Amidst the chaotic laughter and the ringing of the bell, the students left the home economics classroom.

Mo Xueyao was holding a paper trash box that she had folded during class.

Simply put, it's a square box that looks like an ashtray.

It's great for throwing away small trash or storing random little things.

So she decided to take it back to the classroom and leave it there, thinking it might come in handy.

Wang Jiale and Mo Xiaoxiao whispered in each other's ears, 'abandoning' Mo Xueyao to go to the toilet.

Mo Xueyao, on the other hand, lagged behind and strolled slowly toward the classroom.

"Uh... well." At that moment, Zhou Yong's voice came from behind her—a voice as ordinary as his appearance.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xueyao turned to look at him and asked.

"Ahem...why...why did you choose me?" Zhou Yong asked somewhat awkwardly.

But Mo Xueyao felt a chill run down her spine.

She felt that he must have misunderstood.

But thinking about it carefully, it's true that Mo Xueyao's previous behavior was easy to misunderstand.

Therefore, she felt it was necessary to explain clearly.

"It's nothing, I just find you easy to get along with."

"Oh, I see." Zhou Yong's face was expressionless.

"Also, you sat next to me in the cafeteria, so I know your name. It'll be easier to find you directly," Mo Xueyao continued to explain.

"Oh, I see." Zhou Yong's answer was exactly the same as before, like a broken record.

So Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and ignored him, then went back to the classroom by herself.

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Chapter Sixteen: Self-Introduction in Class Meeting