A Young Woman's Heart

"Is Xiaoyao scared?"

"Tch, you think I'm scared?" Mo Xueyao walked ahead without hesitation and rushed into the haunted house.

Then, she was so frightened that she shuddered the next second.

Suddenly, a bleeding corpse popped out from the wall next to us. Upon closer inspection, we realized that it was just a crude doll.

The eerie music kept playing in the classroom, and the cold air around her made her wonder if the air conditioning was on.

"Well, it's fake." Hua Yinyin leisurely pushed the 'corpse' back to its original position and examined it carefully in the dim light. "It's too crudely made, isn't it?"

"It's scary enough... I hate this kind of sudden, scary thing. It's not scary at all, but it's a human's instinct for stress..." Mo Xueyao muttered, trying to comfort herself.

"Okay, okay, I'll just walk in front~" Hua Yinyin walked ahead with her head held high, and every now and then, students dressed as ghosts would jump out and scare people.

However, it's only terrifying for a moment at the beginning; if you look closely, you can find many rough flaws.

Even so, Mo Xueyao's heart couldn't help but pound.

The main reason is that the environment and atmosphere are so well created.

What she was more curious about was why Hua Yinyin wasn't afraid.

"Well, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"..."

"Because it's all fake anyway, and besides, even if it were a real ghost, I wouldn't be afraid." Hua Yinyin turned her head, shrugged, and casually pushed the skull that had popped out of the wall next to her back.

In this respect, Mo Xueyao really admired her.

There are many things that you can't simply stop being afraid of just because you're not afraid.

This kind of physiological hormonal reaction cannot be resolved by simply comforting yourself.

Just like many things, you can't necessarily succeed just because you tell yourself you can.

As she stepped out of the haunted house, Mo Xueyao slowly exhaled.

Now she only felt how refreshing the bright sunshine and warm air outside were.

"Hey, Yaoyao, how about I take you to a real haunted house next time? Like a scary hospital, it's so much fun~!" Hua Yinyin chuckled and egged her on.

"I'm not going."

"Aren't you not afraid?"

"I'm not scared, but there's no need to go. It's not fun either." Mo Xueyao pinched her slightly trembling legs and said calmly.

"But if I hadn't been there to block her way, Yao Yao would probably have already screamed and run away!"

"Ahem! Let's go to the target practice classroom, I'm a little hungry." She quickly changed the subject.

And so, Hua Yinyin and Mo Xueyao thoroughly explored the remaining few classrooms.

For her, who had fired real guns before, the toy guns in the shooting range were really not very tactile. The bullets could be blown far away by the wind, and it was not easy to hit the target.

After emptying a magazine, she lost interest.

Finally, we went to the classroom on the top floor.

That was the classroom of Class 1, Grade 12. These seniors, who were preparing for the college entrance examination this year, didn't seem rigid at all. They were playing four-wheel drive car racing.

You can buy a four-wheel drive vehicle here at the original price, and then you can choose to assemble it yourself and drive it on the track, or have someone else assemble it for you—of course, the latter will cost extra.

Mo Xueyao, who had just said she was hungry, couldn't resist taking out five yuan to buy a box of four-wheel drive cars and spent almost half an hour assembling them. Actually, it wasn't that slow to begin with, but she wanted to carefully stick on the stickers, which took her a lot of extra time.

After that, I raced with the senior students on the track a few more times, adjusted the steering guide wheels, and changed the tires. Finally, I won once.

"Ha, we finally won!" Mo Xueyao was as happy as a primary school student, as if she was about to pick up her four-wheel drive car and shout "Charge God of War Tornado!"—and in Cantonese.

Hua Yinyin, who was standing to the side, covered her mouth and chuckled softly. Behind her, she quietly bought another box of four-wheel drive cars with different designs and gently put it into the paper bag she was carrying.

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Chapter 207 The Last Night of the School Anniversary Celebration (Part 1)

April 12th was the last day of Yukong High School's 100th anniversary celebration.

Today's event was even more extensive than yesterday's, and many well-known figures were invited to give speeches on stage.

The singing competition, which lasted for three days, finally came to a conclusion, with Gao Yuan achieving second place in the entire school—yes, second place again.

"Always second best, huh?" Zhou Yong teased him with a loud laugh.

"What do you know? This is called giving others face. Getting second place neither makes me seem arrogant nor makes me seem weak. It also proves that I am very strong." Gao Yuan glanced at Zhou Yong and forced an explanation.

"Oh my, I almost believed that!"

The cheerful atmosphere in the air continued to permeate the air.

"Ai'ai, Wanyan," Mo Xueyao nudged Li Wanyan's arm, "The school anniversary celebration will continue until the evening, should we stay and participate?"

Li Wanyan turned around and glanced at her, then said indifferently, "Whatever you want."

"Then I'll go find Wen and register?"

"Ah."

"Oh right, I still need to go home and tell my parents that I won't be eating at home today after school."

"I'll go and tell them," Li Wanyan said, rubbing her eyes wearily.

"Then it's up to you! Hehe." Mo Xueyao didn't stand on ceremony. Although the way home wasn't far, it still felt quite troublesome to go back and forth. It would be best if someone could do it for her.

Around 4 PM, all the stalls started offering big discounts and clearance sales, making it the best time to snag a bargain.

Of course, this is on the premise that the things you like haven't been sold yet.

After all, what you can save money on is usually not anything particularly good...

Many of the art community's small artworks are sold in packages. What used to cost one yuan each can now be bought for one yuan for three. Of course, you can't choose them yourself; you can only pick one of the pre-packaged bags randomly, like in a lottery.

Although I ended up losing a bit of money, it still felt pretty good to see that almost all of my creations were sold out.

At five o'clock, all the stalls need to prepare to close up shop.

"Whew, we've almost sold them all. There are only a few larger ones left. We'll keep them as decorations in the club," Mo Zhuyou said as she packed the larger artworks into boxes.

"Well, that's about it. Let's pack up and put our things back in the clubroom." Mo Xueyao stretched out a big yawn. "The school anniversary celebration only lasts for three days, and I'm really going to miss it."

"All good things must come to an end," Mo Xiao said with a light laugh, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons.

"That's true. Come to think of it, we haven't had a break for over a week. Now we can finally have four days of rest in a row." Mo Xueyao folded up the cloth she was using to cushion the table. "Tomorrow I'm definitely going to sleep until noon!"

"Are you planning to stay up all night tonight?" Mo Zhuyou asked.

"That's what I'm thinking, but the activities tonight probably won't go very late," Mo Xueyao yawned. "What about Youyou and Xiaoxiao? Do they have to work tomorrow?"

"We're taking a break tomorrow." Mo Xiaoxiao steadied herself against the awning pillar of the stall. "Gao Yuan, could you help me take this down?"

"Zhou Yong, hurry and help!"

"Xiao Ji, hurry and help!"

Duanmu Ji was silent for two seconds, then looked up at Gao Yuan and continued the joke: "Gao Yuan, go help."

"Hey, when are you going to stop this nonsense? Hurry up and pack up!" Mo Xueyao glared at the three boys, who chuckled sheepishly and quickly ran over to help.

As the dim sunset gradually faded, all the club booths were packed up, leaving only the large stage used during the day. It seemed there would be performances on stage that evening.

All the decorations in the classrooms were removed, restoring them to their original state.

Many boys who liked sports were pulled over to do manual labor, moving the desks and chairs that had been stored in the warehouse back to the classroom.

Every now and then you can hear students from both classes arguing about which chair or desk belongs to their class...

Fortunately, the desks and chairs of Class 2, Grade 11 were all piled up at the back of the classroom, so they didn't have this problem.

Moreover, it's very easy to tidy up. Just flatten the cardboard boxes, open the curtains, put away the small decorations, and finally put the tables and chairs back in their original places.

To avoid mixing up the tables and chairs later, Li Wanyan labeled each person's table and chair with their name before tidying up, which made it much easier to put them back together in the end.

"Class monitor, should we throw these away?" Ye Banxia asked, pointing to the cardboard on the ground.

"Hmm, throw it away."

"It's a bit of a waste, considering how much effort it took to make it." Cha Li handed a stack of cardboard to Chen Cheng, who was passing by. "Hey, Chen Cheng, can you throw this away for me?"

"Oh," Chen Cheng replied nonchalantly, holding the cardboard in his hands, and then asked, "Any more?"

“Yes, over here, for you—” Cha Li lifted another pile and placed it on his cardboard, “Can you carry that?”

"It's alright," Chen Cheng replied as he slowly moved out of the classroom and headed downstairs to the trash cans.

"Chen Cheng's attitude was surprisingly good today," Cha Li muttered in surprise.

"He's been doing well lately, hasn't he?" Ye Banxia put away the electronic campfires. "The teacher even praised him for paying attention in class."

"That's strange. Did he fall and damage his brain? His whole personality has changed?"

Li Wanyan glanced at the two of them and said softly, "This is a good thing."

"Hmm, it's definitely a good thing for him... After all, he got into a regular high school, so he still has a foundation. If he works hard, he can catch up with the other students." Ye Banxia's pigtails swayed gently. "Is the class monitor attending tonight's party?"

"Yes, Yaoyao wants to participate."

"Tsk, Wanyan, you're just spoiling her." Cha Li clicked her tongue and laughed with a hint of teasing.

"Ah, I envy the class monitor for being able to sleep with Xiaoyao every day." Wang Jiale jumped out from the side. "I held her once last time, and she felt amazing!"

"Go away, don't break them up. Just go live with your Lu Bolun." Cha Li teased, poking her forehead.

"Tch, but that doesn't stop Xiaoyao and me from sleeping!" Wang Jiale pouted. "By the way, how about the class monitor comes to my house next time? We can sleep together!"

"Are you possessed by Hua Yinyin...?" Ye Banxia asked quietly.

"I'm not as filthy as her!"

"Who's being filthy!" Hua Yinyin's name was like a magical incantation, as if every time it was called out, she would 'just happen' to appear not far away.

Not everyone chose to stay and attend the final gala of the school anniversary celebration.