A Young Woman's Heart

This is a logo that was changed after the new principal took office, and it is very different from those of other schools.

In my memory, Shen Kelin was Mo Xueyao's entertainment committee member in junior high school, or you could call her the publicity committee member. She was very good at drawing, but only good at sketching.

Every time, their class's blackboard bulletin board is filled with a realistic style.

Hmm... she's a girl who always has short hair and has a very outgoing personality.

He's become a host?

Mo Xueyao rubbed her head, making her hair a mess, and even the hair tie that held her ponytail fell off.

"OK, let's begin our broadcast today—" Shen Kelin cleared her throat, and her voice came from the speakers, "Have you noticed that the two cherry blossom trees at our school gate are already budding when you walk past them recently? The senior students say that every spring, they bloom beautifully, and although there are only two trees, they can paint our school with a bright pink hue."

Actually, the cherry blossoms have already bloomed, but they are not in full bloom yet; only a few buds have opened ahead of schedule.

Shen Kelin raised her voice:

"Therefore, in order for the cherry blossom trees to be even more beautiful when they bloom, we hope that the students of our school will not pick the flower buds!"

"This is killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

"Wouldn't it be better to wait until the cherry blossoms are in full bloom before picking up the fallen petals under the tree?"

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic~ Spring is the season when all things come back to life, and it's also the season when animals start to make friends... when animals start to look for friends."

"All sorts of gossip and rumors will always circulate in our school. I hope everyone just laughs at them and doesn't take them too seriously."

"Many freshmen, including myself, have never been to many places in Yukong High School, right?"

"After all, this place is really too big."

"Actually, I've found that many of the teachers we don't usually see are very easy to talk to. If you have time, you can go and chat with them!"

"Teacher Su from the medical office has a black cat named Cookie. It has a cool look in its eyes and doesn't mind people touching it. If you're free at noon, you can go play with it!"

"The counseling room is actually located on the edge of the playground, in that single-story building. There are rumors that it's like a witch's hut, and some people say that someone has died there, but that's all false! The youngest-looking counselor in our school is there, Taiyin!"

"If you have any psychological problems, or if you are just feeling sad or depressed, you can go and chat with her. Although she won't use a lot of words to comfort you, many times, just looking into her eyes will make you feel better!"

"There are still many places to explore in our school, and many beautiful things that have not been discovered by many people. I hope everyone has eyes that can see beauty and doesn't neglect other things because of school—other things are also very important!"

"Oh, right, just a quick update: a little note from Mr. Qiu Yi, our first-year high school art teacher—"

"Ye Yu, your wig is in my car."

The students immediately burst into laughter.

Mo Xueyao raised her eyebrows, recalling her physics teacher's hair standing on end. Could it be that it was actually a wig?

Well... it's rare to have so much hair as a physics teacher.

"A wig, a wig for wearing women's clothes?" Hua Yinyin, sitting in front of Mo Xueyao, asked softly, which made Mo Xueyao, whose thoughts had been normal just now, turn strange.

Teacher Ye Yu... in women's clothing?

Why does Hua Yinyin always think of such terrible and strange things?

If there were a novel about their high school life, it definitely couldn't feature Hua Yinyin as the protagonist, otherwise her terrible inner monologues would prevent the novel from passing the publishing review!

Wang Jiale would be a good fit.

I overheard Hua Yinyin revealing in a chat that when Wang Jiale first entered high school, she thought that boys and girls would get pregnant if they slept together for one night!

It was clearly junior high school biology knowledge; she must have been too shy to pay attention in class back then, right?

But such a pure girl would definitely not be banned if she played the lead role.

Mo Xueyao, resting her chin on her hand, was suddenly amused by the dark humor that popped into her mind.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly. Shen Kelin's broadcast was still a little awkward and unfamiliar, but for her first time, it was already quite good.

Moreover, some students in the class have already wanted to submit articles to the broadcasting room, asking about some gossip.

The broadcasting room can also be used as a megaphone.

If you have anything you want to say to someone, you can have the host read it aloud through the broadcasting room.

They could even write short stories for the radio station to read.

This is surprisingly interesting.

The principal didn't seem to impose any restrictions on these things, allowing the students to do as they pleased.

There's no problem as long as you don't make overly vulgar jokes.

While early romantic relationships are a common issue in most schools, they are almost openly and unrestricted at Yukong High School.

Shen Kelin just mentioned her ideal type of guy.

Being in a school where the teachers are all 'young', their teaching experience may not be as rich as that of the older teachers, but the sense of freedom from constraints is quite strong, giving students a strong sense of belonging. It is precisely because of this that they are more willing to devote themselves wholeheartedly to learning.

Of course, it depends on the person. After all, those who can get into regular high schools are at least capable of studying. But if it's a vocational school where hooligans are rampant, then it's hard to say.

Is individualized instruction the new principal's educational philosophy?

As Mo Xueyao was thinking this, the bell rang for the first class of the morning.

The students put their textbooks into their drawers and consciously opened their desks, because this morning was the monthly exam for physics and chemistry.

When Teacher Ye Yu walked in, the other students couldn't help but look at his head, as if trying to see what flaws were in the wig he was wearing.

The spiky, upright hair really does look more and more like a wig.

Has anyone lifted it up to see if it really is?

Mo Xueyao thought with a hint of 'malice'.

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Chapter 152 Going to Borrow Books

"Correct all the mistakes on today's Chinese test and copy them into your error correction notebook." After the first Chinese class of the afternoon, Ye Wen stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at the students. "Except for the reading comprehension questions, which are to be copied once, all other questions, including those on classical Chinese, will be copied once for scores of 90 or above, twice for 80 or above, three times for 70 or above, four times for 60 or above, and ten times for those who fail! Understand?"

"Gurgle—" A painful sound came from Gao Yuan's throat.

He was one of the few unqualified students.

“Gao Yuan, I recently heard from Teacher Wang Qianyu that your English grades have improved a lot. But as a Chinese person, how can you not study Chinese well? This is the source of your cultural confidence!” Ye Wen said seriously, “What if someone asks you a question in Chinese in the future and you find that you can’t write many words or recite many poems? Wouldn’t that be embarrassing? Only by respecting your own country’s culture can you earn the respect of others.”

"Ahem..." Gao Yuan awkwardly touched his nose, unusually refraining from his usual antics.

His Chinese score was indeed poor this time, only 35 points.

You should know that the composition section in Chinese is the easiest place to get points.

However, very few students in Class 2 failed the exam; most scored above the passing mark.

The monthly exams were all out of 100, and the class average score for each subject was around 80.

If placed in a regular class, most students in Class 2 would be able to reach the top ten in the class.

Even in a class where everyone has excellent grades, the pressure can be quite high. After all, while the rankings may seem to differ significantly, the actual difference in scores might only be a small percentage.

For example, Mo Xueyao scored 94 in Chinese this month, all of which were deducted from reading comprehension and composition, ranking fourth in the class, while the tenth-ranked student in the class scored 90 in Chinese...

Despite Zhou Yong frequently coming to school to copy homework, he still scored 83 in Chinese, and his other subjects weren't too far behind.

My Chinese score is not bad, after all, it's hard to get a perfect score, and when you're aiming for a high score, it often depends on your sense of language and luck.

In subjects like English, where even essays can get full marks as long as they meet the standards, there are several students in the class who get 100 points.

Wang Jiale, Mr. Xue, and Cha Li all scored full marks in English, while Li Wanyan, who ranked fourth, was only one point short.

Someone like Mo Xueyao, who scored 97 in English, dropped directly to tenth place.

However, the phenomenon of uneven academic performance in the class is still quite serious, and it is precisely because of this that Mo Xueyao, who can get high scores in every subject, ranks relatively high in the total score.

Take math for example. The number of students in the class who scored between 80 and 85 was quite good, but very few scored 85 or even 90 or higher. Mo Xueyao, who could score 95 or higher, naturally stood out from the others by a large margin.

However, scores on a 100-point test are indeed likely to be quite similar. Only test papers designed according to college entrance examination scores can truly reflect each person's actual level.

In fact, this kind of homework, which is somewhat like punishment, is usually assigned to students with poor academic performance and those who lack self-discipline.

Students as self-disciplined as Li Wanyan would even give themselves extra homework—for example, they would very conscientiously copy the mistakes they made ten or even a hundred times.

"Ugh...it's so hard to get full marks on reading comprehension, and the essay, I always lose a few points." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, holding her test paper. She had already corrected all the mistakes. "Aren't all the people who can get full marks in Chinese destined to be writers?"

“That’s not necessarily true.” Hua Yinyin turned around. “They could also be rigid people whose minds are restricted. Those kinds of people can’t create timeless classic stories.”

"Are you trying to discredit yourself?" Mo Xueyao asked, her eyelids drooping.

"Xiaoyao, you didn't listen carefully when the teacher announced the rankings, did you? I'm ranked eleventh this time."

"What happened?" Mo Xueyao was stunned.

"Eighty-nine points~ Sometimes I don't want to follow the rules so rigidly. Can't I have my own interpretation of reading comprehension? And essays, always writing according to a fixed formula, it feels like a rigid, formulaic essay. I'd rather have a lower score than always do things I don't like," Hua Yinyin said earnestly.

Mo Xueyao glanced at the test paper and rolled her eyes: "The places where you lost points were all basic knowledge points!"

"Hey, you caught me!" Hua Yinyin quickly covered the test paper and laughed without any shame. "Hey, do you have such sharp eyes?"

“My eyesight is very good.” Mo Xueyao pinched Hua Yinyin’s cheek, stretched it like eating rice cake, and then released it. The rebounding texture was full of elasticity.

"Pfft! Little Yaoyao, you've gotten quite bold, daring to pinch my face. I'll pinch you to death!" Hua Yinyin put down the test paper and reached out to rub Mo Xueyao's little face hard.

The afternoon classes passed quickly. After the last computer class, many boys rushed out of the computer lab with their bags that they had brought in advance, like prisoners who had finally been released from jail.

Is it really necessary...?

Mo Xueyao thought helplessly, forgetting that she was actually one of them when she was in junior high school.

Although there was a monthly exam today, it wasn't one of the homeroom teacher's subjects, so Li Wanyan wasn't asked by the teacher to help grade the papers—generally, when a subject teacher needs help, they will first ask their own class representative.

"Wanyan, let's go get a library card." Mo Xueyao took out a hundred-yuan bill from her bag and held it tightly in her hand, afraid of losing it.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan opened the umbrella and held it over Mo Xueyao's head. "Isn't it enough for the two of us to share one?"

"But if there are two umbrellas... it would be more convenient for each person to have one, right?" Mo Xueyao muttered as she was about to open the umbrella in her hand.

"You forgot?" Li Wanyan turned her head slightly to look at Mo Xueyao. "Xiaxia said she left her umbrella on the bus."

"Oh, oh..." Mo Xueyao suddenly remembered this and called out to Ye Banxia, ​​who was walking down the stairs behind her, "Xiaxia, here, you can borrow my umbrella. Remember to return it to me tomorrow, don't lose it in the car again!"