A Young Woman's Heart

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"They happen to be deskmates."

"That makes things easier."

The two chatted casually as they returned to the classroom.

Once inside the classroom, everyone distributed the clothes.

Because half of the boys were acting at the same time, both the speed and efficiency were extremely fast.

"Xiaoyao, why did you run downstairs to get your clothes too?" Wang Jiale, holding her new school uniform, couldn't wait to start opening the bag.

"It's on my way." Mo Xueyao didn't rush to open it, but put it in her schoolbag.

I feel like it would be a little awkward to open it right there in the classroom...

"Wow! The winter school uniform is quite thick! This skirt! Hmm... but even a thick skirt isn't warm enough... I still need to wear fleece-lined leggings... The clothes are quite thick too, and... they look pretty good." Wang Jiale unfolded the skirt and commented to herself.

As she was talking, the black and gray plaid skirt she had taken out accidentally fell to the ground.

Before she could bend down to pick it up, a chubby hand picked it up.

"Wow, this skirt is so small!" Indeed, it was Gao Yuan who was passing by. With an exaggerated expression, he lifted the skirt high and then put it over his head. "It's... smaller than my head?!"

"You, you, you—" Wang Jiale's face flushed red with anxiety, "Pervert!"

"Cough cough!" Zhou Yong and Li Hongran coughed at the same time, reminding him that he had gone a little too far.

After all, Wang Jiale isn't very good at communicating with boys, so playing with her skirt like that is practically bullying her...

Look, she's almost crying now.

Tears were welling up in her eyes, and her cute little face was all scrunched up.

“Isn’t it normal that your head is a whole size thicker than a girl’s waist? After all, Wang Jiale is so petite and cute.” Mo Xueyao, who was sitting next to her, instinctively stepped forward. “Alright, alright, stop playing with other people’s skirts. If you really like them that much, you can ask the teacher to let you wear skirts to school every day.”

The idea of a woman wearing high-class clothing is truly unimaginable.

Seemingly having made the same connection, Wang Jiale, who was on the verge of tears, burst out laughing again.

A potentially troublesome crisis was averted in an instant.

Gao Yuan cast a grateful glance at Mo Xueyao, immediately finding a way to back down—

He trembled as he placed the skirt back on the table and scurried back to his seat as if fleeing for his life: "No, no, no... I don't want to go to the police station!"

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Chapter Twenty: The Protector Beside the Podium

The bell rang for morning exercises, signaling the end of the farce.

High school morning exercises are different from those in junior high. Mo Xueyao followed the others very awkwardly, while the other students had only been doing them for a month, and many of them were not much better than her.

Having finally endured the morning exercises, Mo Xueyao, feeling extremely embarrassed, quickly followed the group back to the classroom.

Not long after, the bell rang for the first class.

The English teacher strode into the classroom with light steps.

Mo Xueyao knew her English teacher's name because she had taken an English class yesterday—although it was Wang Jiale next to her who told her.

Her surname is Wang and her given name is Qianyu. Like most English teachers, she likes to wear British-style clothes, and even her hairstyle has a European feel.

"Hmph hmph hmph~" Wang Qianyu hummed softly as she stood on the podium, then patted Liu Xiaowei, who was sitting next to her, "Guardian, did you do your homework properly today?"

Dharma protector?

Mo Xueyao was taken aback, but after taking a closer look at where Liu Xiaowei was sitting, she immediately understood what was going on.

Because he was sitting directly next to the podium, which is even closer to the teacher than the first row, this position is usually reserved for the most mischievous or worst-performing students.

From elementary school to high school, there are always students like this.

Even Mo Xueyao herself had sat in a seat next to the teacher's podium when she was in elementary school...

"I'm done..." Liu Xiaowei was already prepared to lie face down on the table. Even sitting next to the podium couldn't stop him. Even if he couldn't talk to others, he could still sleep in class.

Of course, this is also because the English teacher is easy to talk to; if it were the math teacher, he definitely wouldn't dare to do it.

"Really? If your handwriting looks like a dog's scribbles, then you have to rewrite it!" Wang Qianyu's tone changed, and she put her hands on her hips and gave Liu Xiaowei a sharp rap on the head. "Alright, you're not allowed to sleep today. Today we're going to talk about something very important."

"Isn't that what they say every day..." Liu Xiaowei yawned lazily. He seemed so energetic before, so why did he get sleepy as soon as class started?

"You know every day is important, and you still have the nerve to say that!" Wang Qianyu slammed her hand on the table, pouting as she shouted, "Can't you be a little more self-aware?!"

"But I'm so sleepy..."

"Didn't sleep again yesterday?" Wang Qianyu asked casually, flipping her hair as she opened her English textbook.

"I was playing Pokémon FireRed and I spent ages looking for the Fly skill..." Liu Xiaowei said quite naturally to his English teacher, who seemed to have no idea how he could play such a game.

"Ah, isn't that simple? It's in Rainbow City. Cut down that tree and go inside. There's a small house there. You can get it inside," Wang Qianyu said easily.

Liu Xiaowei wasn't surprised at all, seemingly already used to it: "But I didn't pay attention at first, so I was too sleepy..."

"Stop, stop, stop." Wang Qianyu steered the conversation back from the game. "Even if you're sleepy, you can't sleep. Who told you to sneak into bed and play games at night!"

"But I'm really sleepy..."

"Hmm..." Wang Qianyu's eyes darted around, and she suddenly smiled mysteriously, "If you listen carefully in class today and answer the questions correctly, I'll give you a lollipop after class, how about that?"

"I'm not a little kid." Liu Xiaowei rolled his eyes.

"No, you have to take it whether you want it or not. Anyway, listen to the lesson properly!" Wang Qianyu said, grabbing Liu Xiaowei's ear hard and pulling until he cried out in pain before letting go with satisfaction.

And so, an English class officially began.

Wang Qianyu's teaching skills may not be the best, but her English classes always manage to liven up the atmosphere in the classroom.

Moreover, she seems to bring small gifts to every class. If someone participates in an interactive game and wins first place, or answers a difficult question correctly, she will reward the student with those small gifts on the spot.

Although it's not anything valuable, it still gives people a strange sense of anticipation.

Because these small gifts are all packaged in boxes, each about the size of a palm, everyone receives the same box, but the contents are not necessarily the same.

It's like a lottery.

It can be said that Wang Qianyu really knows how to understand people's hearts.

Most importantly, it contains not only stationery or snacks, but also some toys that boys might find interesting.

This means that it's not always the girls who participate in the various games in the class.

"Hmm—this class ends in five minutes. Let's play a little game in the last five minutes! It's not really related to today's lesson, just to test everyone's reaction speed~ Come on, raise your hand if you want to participate~" Wang Qianyu raised her hand and waved it, indicating that anyone who wanted to participate could just raise their hand like her. "Today there's a mystery little gift that the boys will also like!"

Mo Xueyao was slightly tempted.

After all, this was the first time she'd had such an interesting English class, although she seriously doubted whether the English teacher's salary could be covered by this method of delivery...

However, Wang Qianyu doesn't seem to be short of money. Although Mo Xueyao doesn't know much about clothing brands, she can still tell the difference between good and bad quality.

Clearly, none of her clothes were cheap.

She might be the daughter of a wealthy family.

"Xiaoyao, let's participate together?" Wang Jiale whispered to Mo Xueyao.

"Ah...why?" Mo Xueyao asked, puzzled.

"Because...it's...a little better if someone's with me," Wang Jiale said softly, a little embarrassed.

"Uh, sure." Mo Xueyao readily agreed; in fact, she had originally planned to raise her hand to participate anyway.

Now that Wang Jiale is raising his hand with her, he feels less pressured.

"Okay, Wang Jiale and the girl next to her... Mo Xueyao, right?" Wang Qianyu pointed at the two of them. "You two, come up on stage!"

Then, Wang Qianyu called up four more students, three girls and three boys, which was very evenly distributed.

Then, Wang Qianyu began to explain from the podium: "Our game is actually very simple. It mainly tests your vocabulary, reaction speed, and writing speed!"

Under Wang Qianyu's arrangement, the six students each occupied a blackboard, with a horizontal line drawn between them to keep them slightly apart. They were also instructed not to peek, or they would be disqualified from receiving a small gift.

"Next, I'll say a letter, and you all need to write down a word that starts with that letter as quickly as possible, the more the better, until I change the first letter." Wang Qianyu put her hands on her hips and asked, "Did you all understand? Um... the two who write the most will receive a small gift."

"Understood," the six people beside the blackboard replied somewhat nervously.

"Okay, let's begin—C!"

Mo Xueyao's brain started working at high speed. At this moment, she didn't care whether her handwriting was neat or not. She just wrote as fast as possible.

The same applies to others. Under such speed, unless one has specifically practiced English calligraphy, the letters written will be crooked and strange. It would be good enough if people could even recognize which letter it is.

"The second one—X!"

X？

Mo Xueyao paused for a moment, and the first thing that came to her mind was the English word for Christmas, Xmas. What else could she think of?

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the others around her seemed to pause for a moment as well.

They were clearly stumped.

There aren't many common words that start with X.

Fortunately, Mo Xueyao's mind worked quickly enough, and she finally came up with another idea.

That's 'xylitol', which means xylitol.

Before she could think any further, Wang Qianyu moved on to the next stage.

"Hmm, and then there are those that start with P!"

There are many that start with P.

In an instant, a whole host of thoughts flooded Mo Xueyao's mind, and she began to write furiously.