A Young Woman's Heart

“What else… what else…?” She frowned, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and wrote down 'Panties'.

"Okay, the fourth one, S!"

"Okay, that's all~"

The word starting with the letter S was given only five or six seconds, so Mo Xueyao only had time to write down one word.

"Okay, stop writing, let me take a look—" Wang Qianyu started looking at the boys' papers first, the first one being Zhou Yong. "Hmm, not bad, not bad... Wait, what does 'ShangHai' mean in this word that starts with 'S'?"

Wang Qianyu patted Zhou Yong's head: "You can even say that!"

"Teacher, theoretically speaking, it should count," Zhou Yong replied weakly.

"You can't take shortcuts! So, that doesn't count!"

"Ah—could you make an exception?" Zhou Yong asked with an awkward smile.

"No, no, okay, let's move on to the next one."

In this way, all six people's words were counted and checked for errors.

Even in a game of this level, spelling errors are quite normal.

Incorrect ones, of course, cannot be included in the quantity.

Mo Xueyao was the only one who got all the answers right and wrote the most, so she won first place.

The second place went to Wang Jiale.

"Congratulations on becoming deskmates! Here~" Wang Qianyu took out a dozen small gift boxes from her bag and said with a smile, "Why don't you each pick one?"

Mo Xueyao stared at the boxes that all looked the same for a long time, and finally chose the one on the far right.

It didn't seem very heavy, which made her slightly disappointed.

The school bell rang after the two had chosen their rewards.

A fun-filled English class seemed a little too short.

Back in his seat, Wang Jiale couldn't wait to open it.

She received a very cute butterfly hair clip, which seemed to be of pretty good quality.

"Xiaoyao, what's yours? What's yours? Open it and let us see!"

"Uh... let me see." Mo Xueyao was actually quite curious, but she was able to suppress her curiosity a little.

With a thrill akin to the excitement of revealing one's cards in a gamble, she slowly opened the small gift box.

"Eek—what is this—" Wang Jiale's disappointed voice rang out.

……

Chapter Twenty-One: Mechanics are a Man's Romance

Wang Jiale's voice was full of disappointment, but Mo Xueyao was in a very good mood.

The small box contained a chibi-style Gundam model kit. I don't know if it's imported from Japan or made in China, but it looks quite well-made. Either way, it shouldn't be too bad.

It's definitely something boys would like.

Mo Xueyao excitedly took out the assembled parts and started assembling them on the spot.

Looking at the smile on Mo Xueyao's face, Wang Jiale felt strange: "Xiaoyao, you like this?"

"Ah...yes, what's wrong?"

"...What's so fun about this?"

“Mechanics are a man’s romance, and giant robots are the most romantic of them all,” Mo Xueyao replied lightly.

“…You’re a girl, not a boy…” Wang Jiale rested her chin on her hand and watched from the side. “This assembly thing isn’t interesting at all…it seems quite troublesome.”

Mo Xueyao did not answer. This time, she wasn't pretending not to hear; she genuinely hadn't heard.

Because at this moment, she was completely immersed in her own world.

Wang Jiale, being a girl, wasn't interested in this, but the boys all gathered around.

"Wow! This looks exquisite!" a boy exclaimed.

"It's Gundam Unit-01!" Zhou Yong exclaimed excitedly.

"It should clearly be called the original Gundam, okay?" Liu Xiaowei rolled his eyes. "It's just a chibi version, it's not expensive, is it?"

“I have a similar one at home, it costs over thirty yuan.” Gao Yuan, who had come over as soon as get out of class ended, said with a hint of pride, “This one is really nice, but the stickers are too much trouble.”

Most of the boys looked on with envy, their eyes fixed on the model that Mo Xueyao was assembling.

However, it seems that Mo Xueyao is more attractive to them than the model.

At this moment, Mo Xueyao was completely oblivious to the people around her, engrossed in her own work, so they could stare at her without restraint.

Some people stared at her delicate little hands, while the bolder ones stared intently at her face.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you all doing here!" Mo Xueyao didn't seem embarrassed at all, but Wang Jiale shouted, "You're all sucking away the fresh air!"

"Oh dear, Wang Jiale is angry! Run! She's about to turn into a female gorilla and chase after us!" Someone in the crowd said this jokingly.

Then the boys burst into laughter and scattered.

"Who's the female gorilla?! Seriously—!" Wang Jiale angrily raised her little fist, but had nowhere to land it. Finally, as if venting her anger, she lightly punched Mo Xueyao's shoulder. "Hey, Xiaoyao, you're reacting too."

"What's wrong?" Mo Xueyao didn't sense anything was wrong.

"Those boys came here under the guise of looking at your... toy, and then they all gathered around you and stared at you!"

"Ah...no way? I think they all came to see this. They must be envious that I got it." Mo Xueyao waved the Q-version Gundam toy that was already half-assembled in her hand.

Wang Jiale snorted and pouted, "You don't actually enjoy being the center of attention, do you?"

"No," Mo Xueyao said, looking completely bewildered.

Wang Jiale, who had originally intended to tease Mo Xueyao, suddenly lost all her strength after seeing Mo Xueyao's clear eyes. She lazily said "Never mind" and slumped onto the table.

The morning's classes passed in the blink of an eye—well, not exactly in the blink of an eye, at least math class felt rather tedious.

It's just that when you look back after time has passed, you realize how quickly time has gone by.

The last class in the morning was computer class, a course Mo Xueyao had taken in junior high school, so she was prepared in advance—she had already put a new pair of plastic shoe covers in her schoolbag.

In those days, going to computer class was a very 'solemn' thing.

Students going to class must wear shoe covers when entering the classroom and are not allowed to drink water or eat snacks in the classroom.

The reason is that if the water spills, it will damage the computer, and if crumbs from snacks blow into the computer, it will cause it to crash.

If you break the computer, you'll have to pay the school for a replacement.

In an era where a computer costs tens of thousands of yuan, even if students have doubts, they don't dare to actually try it. Most of them obediently put on shoe covers and enter the classroom without bringing snacks or water.

Some, like Mo Xueyao, even have the habit of washing their hands before entering the computer lab, much like the ancients who bathed and changed clothes before writing.

Despite the numerous constraints of computer classes, all sorts of situations still arise.

such as……

When Mo Xueyao sat down next to Wang Jiale in the classroom, she discovered that the mouse ball on her computer was missing.

In 1999, there was a small ball made of a material similar to an eraser at the bottom of the mouse. When you moved the mouse, the ball was actually rotating, and you could control the pointer on the computer screen by rotating it.

Even if it's gone, it can still be used, albeit barely...

But it only makes the pointer move; it's very difficult to click on something accurately.

"Did they take the mouse ball apart again..." Mo Xueyao grumbled, looking around but unable to find the ball.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyao?" Wang Jiale asked when she saw Mo Xueyao looking around.

“My mouse… that ball is gone.” Mo Xueyao picked up the mouse and pointed to the empty hole in the middle.

"Oh, I'll just find the teacher later."

"Hmm, speaking of which... where's the teacher?"

"They'll be here soon. The principal will be teaching us computer classes."

"Principal?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened.

"Yes, but don't worry, the principal isn't fierce."

"Even if it's not fierce, it's still very stressful... Luckily it's computer class..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, opened the computer's application interface with the keyboard, found the special typing software, and started playing the typing games on it.

She was playing a game where you control a plane to fire bullets. As long as you press the letter corresponding to the enemy, the bullet will automatically fly out and follow it. If you type fast enough, it can even clear the screen.

However, Mo Xueyao's family didn't have a computer at all. She could only access a computer during class. Typing speed was something that had to be practiced.

Having not practiced much, her speed was pitifully slow; even at the simplest difficulty level, she couldn't keep the plane going for long.

Later on, he just gave up and started randomly banging on the keyboard.

Actually, there were many other people in the classroom making the same 'clattering' sound of keyboards as her, clearly indicating that many others were using the same method as Mo Xueyao...

Wang Jiale didn't open the typing game; instead, she opened the Paint panel and started randomly drawing on it with the mouse.

Although they couldn't even tell what exactly was painted on them, they still seemed to be having a lot of fun.

Even though these things are quite childish, they don't feel out of place when placed on a computer, which is still quite novel to children of this era.

The feeling of scribbling on paper with a pen is different from scribbling on a computer with drawing software!

The teachers at Yukong High School always seem to like teaching right on time, and even the principal does the same.

He arrived late, just after the school bell had already rung, and walked into the classroom.

Before Mo Xueyao could even figure out how to ask for the mouse ball, she saw many boys raise their hands.

"Teacher Mo! My mouse is out of balls!"

"Me too!"

"If you don't have a mouse ball, come up to the podium and get one." The principal seemed very calm about this, which meant that such things happened frequently.