A Young Woman's Heart

It's a once-in-a-century school anniversary, after all, so we can't just casually brush it off.

Yukong High School does not have the tradition of holding school anniversaries; they are only held for significant occasions, such as when a school was changed from a private to a public school.

I wonder if the new principal will allow Yu Kong to hold an annual school anniversary celebration?

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Chapter 194 Centennial Celebration (Part 2)

"Hoo-hoo—I'm so tired~" As the classroom gradually became more lively, another girl walked in; it was Wang Jiale.

She wasn't carrying a backpack, and she swayed as she sat on Mo Xueyao's lap, who had only moved a chair to sit on the open ground, resting the back of her head against Mo Xueyao's cheek.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xueyao poked Wang Jiale's ear and asked in confusion.

"I was busy with club activities until really late last night, I'm so tired!" Wang Jiale tickled Mo Xueyao's nose with her fluffy hair, making her feel itchy. "It's still more comfortable to lean on Xiaoyao, she's so soft."

"Hey, you're pushing your luck."

"Hey, now I know why Yinyin always wants to stay close to you."

"Alas."

"What's wrong, Lele?" Lu Bolun walked over casually. "Do you want me to carry you?"

"Get out of my way." Wang Jiale pushed Lu Bolun weakly. "I don't want you to hold me. Xiaoyao is more comfortable."

"what……"

"Your boyfriend is jealous," Mo Xueyao said expressionlessly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. How could I be jealous of girls? Haha." Lu Bolun awkwardly touched his nose, his explanation sounding rather weak.

"Haha." Wang Jiale slowly stood up, stretched out a big yawn, and then, seemingly because the stretch was too comfortable, his head felt a little oxygen-deprived, and he staggered, about to fall to one side.

Fortunately, Lu Bolun was standing on the side she fell to, and he quickly caught her.

"Are you okay?"

"Hey, your chest is so hard, even harder than Xiaoyao's." Wang Jiale rubbed his head and muttered irritably, "It's all bone, can't you work on your pectoral muscles?"

“I have pecs, want to touch them?” Li Hongran immediately moved closer.

"Get out of my way!" Luberon immediately pushed away his large face.

"Alright, alright, you two shouldn't stand next to me anymore. It's too mushy to watch." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and said as if shooing away flies, "Go away, go away."

"If Xiaoyaoyao is lonely, she can stay with me~" Hua Yinyin, who was also sitting casually on a chair next to her, turned her head and blinked.

"Even if I...!" Mo Xueyao originally wanted to say, "Even if I'm with Liu Xiaowei, I will never be with you," but after thinking about it, she felt a little nauseous. She wanted to use someone else's name, but she couldn't find a suitable one, so she swallowed the rest of her sentence and didn't continue.

At this moment, a familiar melody began to play, signifying that the students had to assemble.

The playground was filled with booths from various clubs, and there was clearly not enough room for everyone to stand, so the speech was to be given in the multimedia hall, which could accommodate all the students in the school.

Of course, students are more accustomed to calling it the on-campus theater.

In fact, according to upperclassmen, the place was sometimes used as a movie theater to show some patriotic films that students didn't really like.

Class 2 of Grade 11 was still placed in a relatively front position.

School leaders, as well as other leaders and successful people invited from outside the school, all sat in this row.

The students in Class 1 of Grade 11 suffered a similar fate.

Thinking about it, it's actually quite normal. The usual arrangement is to put the outstanding students next to the school leaders. If they were placed in the lower classes, especially the classes with a lot of naughty kids, the leaders would probably be driven crazy by the noise.

Those inside the school are fine, but those outside the school would probably give Yukong High School a negative score in their hearts.

The first student to take the stage was a senior high school student.

Holding the manuscript, she read aloud the history of Yukong High School since its founding, enunciating each word clearly.

Well, anyway, the reading lacked emotion, and apart from clear pronunciation, it didn't have any other merits.

Of course, it's not easy to get emotionally involved in something like this.

"Yukong High School was founded on April 10, 1900. At the beginning of its establishment, it was a private school that enabled ordinary people to learn to read and write and to acquire a skill. Unlike ordinary private schools, Yukong initially focused on teaching technical skills, supplemented by some literacy courses. It once trained many skilled workers on the arms assembly line."

"During the Republican era, Yukong High School was transformed into a girls' school, so that most girls from the middle and lower classes could afford to go to school, and at the same time, it tried to make it free for some girls from the lower classes to go to school."

"After the outbreak of the War of Resistance against Japan, the school was temporarily closed. Principal Mo Yuan abandoned his studies to join the army and died in the Battle of Taiyuan. His son, Mo Pei, also died in the war.

"After the war, Mo Yuan's daughter, Mo Hua, reorganized and expanded the school, renaming it Yu Kong Girls' High School. Her son still took her surname and took over the school after her death..."

"After Yukong Girls' High School was converted into a public school in 19..."

Reading history in a dry way can easily make people sleepy, and many students have already started to yawn.

However, Mo Xueyao, who was hearing this part of the school's history for the first time, listened with great interest.

It may sound like a simple, straightforward account, but it took so much effort and the collective hard work of generations to build Yukong High School into what it is today.

What a weighty history!

After the student representative finished reciting the history of Yukong High School, thunderous applause immediately erupted from the audience.

It wasn't because she spoke well, but because she finally finished speaking.

Everyone clapped loudly as if venting their frustration, and it took them a while to stop.

"Yukong High School truly lives up to its reputation as a high school with a rich history; the students are all very well-mannered," the leaders from other schools sitting in the front whispered among themselves.

"Yes," someone nodded with a sigh.

Mo Xueyao's expression was somewhat strange, after all, she could still tell how sarcastic those people were when they clapped.

After the student representative's speech, the dean of studies spoke, followed by the vice principal's speech...

Well, all the school leaders, big and small, have to go on stage and say a few words.

Even Mo Xueyao, who was initially somewhat interested, kept yawning as these tedious and repetitive words were spoken.

Zhang Yumeng, who was a little shorter than Mo Xueyao and had some lingering red spots on her face, turned to Mo Xueyao and muttered, "I'm almost asleep."

She tried to chat with the person next to her, but sitting there was Hua Yinyin... who was already asleep.

The seats were arranged according to the queue; otherwise, Zhang Yumeng, who wasn't that familiar with Mo Xueyao, wouldn't have sat next to her.

“Yes.” Mo Xueyao yawned again, almost to the point of tears, and couldn’t help but lean back in her chair, letting her mind go blank.

An hour has passed since the speech began.

It's already nine o'clock. If we continue talking, we won't have much time left in the morning.

Mo Xueyao thought to herself.

Fortunately, there was only one speech on the first day of the school anniversary celebration, otherwise it would have been a huge waste of time.

The last person to take the stage was Mo Kong, the principal of Yu Kong High School.

He's usually a man who gives concise speeches, but that might not be the case on important occasions.

After all, it's the centennial celebration of the school, so the speech should last at least half an hour, right?

But I never expected...

Nothing was unexpected, because it really did take half an hour.

To be honest, when he first came on stage, Mo Xueyao was really looking forward to him finishing his sentence in just a couple of sentences.

It seems that even Principal Mo is not immune to the common practice when it comes to important matters.

"After all, this is a once-in-a-century school anniversary. In the next century, at least our great-grandchildren or even great-great-grandchildren will be attending. Therefore, I've said quite a few formal and serious things." Mo Kong adjusted his gold-rimmed monocle on his right eye and revealed a warm smile. "Well then, that concludes my speech. I hereby declare the centennial celebration of Yukong High School to begin!"

The students' applause was initially sparse, but then grew louder, and under the guidance of the physical education teacher, everyone began to leave the field in an orderly manner.

After that, it was completely free time.

Although it's called free time, at least ten people in a class actually have work to do.

Larger clubs are fine; a few outstanding individuals can lead the club's work. But smaller clubs have to mobilize half or even all of their members.

The students did not return to the classroom, but dispersed on the playground.

Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan, however, had to return to the classroom to maintain order during the event.

Cha Li and Ye Banxia participated in the Rain Sky Benevolent Society. There were many students in that society, so they didn't need to go to the society to help. Instead, they chose to stay in the classroom to keep Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan company.

That way, even if no one comes, it won't be too boring.

The curtains in the classroom were all drawn, and the door was closed. The electronic fireflies placed next to the 'pyramid' emitted a dim yellow light, barely illuminating a few outlines.

"This atmosphere is perfect for telling ghost stories." Cha Li leaned back in her chair and rocked back and forth. "It seems we've created a really good atmosphere of mystery this time."

"Yes, and it's mysterious rather than terrifying, that's what's most valuable," Mo Xueyao said proudly. "My idea is pretty good, isn't it? It's different from everyone else's!"

"It's good, but... will anyone actually come?"

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Hmm, the random social networking hall, here I come!" A familiar voice came as she opened the door. Mo Xueyao saw Shen Kelin standing at the door, smiling brightly at her.

"Welcome, uh..." Mo Xueyao looked back. There were students coming and going in the corridor, but it seemed that none of them wanted to go this way.

"What's wrong? Aren't you welcome?"

"No, no, because there aren't many people, you might have to wait a while until the second person arrives before you can start 'making friends.' Um, wait about fifteen minutes. I'll let you know if no one comes."

"No problem!" Shen Kelin snapped her fingers. "Do you want me to help you recruit people?"

"Hmm, no need, too many people would just make it noisy."

"Okay, then I'll go in?"

"Come in." Mo Xueyao handed her a black half-face mask, carrying an electronic firefly. "Here, wear the mask and sit down inside the first 'pyramid'."

"Wow, this is really well done, it has a really mysterious atmosphere," Shen Kelin muttered to herself, and then crawled inside. "Call me if no one's here! Otherwise I might fall asleep in here."

"what?"

Don't you think this atmosphere is perfect for sleeping?