A Young Woman's Heart

It's considered good if half of the students in a class are still there; generally, only about a third remain.

Some were too tired and wanted to go home to rest; others simply didn't like being at school; a few, like Chen Cheng, were rushing back to see their girlfriends, except that while the others met outside, he was going home to see his...

Zhou Yong originally wanted to go home early, but after learning that Mo Xueyao would stay to attend the school anniversary gala, he quickly signed up and also dragged his good friend Liu Xiaowei along.

Mo Xueyao had just moved her things back to the art club and returned to the classroom when she saw Mr. Xue packing the things from under his desk into his schoolbag, looking like he was about to go home.

"Xiaoxue, are you home? Aren't you going to the party?"

"Yes, I'm going to my cousin's wedding tonight." Mr. Xue, with his fair skin, red lips, and white teeth, gave a hearty smile. "I originally wanted to stay and attend as well."

"Oh, that's a real pity." Mo Xueyao said with some regret, swallowing back the words of advice she had just wanted to say. "I hope you had a good time at the wedding."

"Alright, if anything interesting happens at the party, tell me next week." Mr. Xue smiled and waved to Mo Xueyao before turning and leaving leisurely.

“Little Yaoyao really likes Little Xue—” Hua Yinyin stared at her with a terrifying look, like a feline hunting prey, and a sour smell filled the air.

"What do you mean by 'like' or 'dislike'? We're just good buddies, okay?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, not feeling guilty at all.

"Tch, how can there be pure friendship between boys and girls!" Hua Yinyin said disapprovingly, putting her hand on Mo Xueyao's shoulder.

"If you think there isn't, then your thinking is too dirty." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at her. "Why can't boys and girls be brothers?"

"I think, given Xiaoyao's personality, what she said is mostly true." Cha Li walked behind Hua Yinyin without making a sound, and after speaking, suddenly grabbed her hair and made it a mess.

"Whoa—Stinky Tea Li, don't run away!" Hua Yinyin immediately turned around to grab her, but the latter had already run out the door. "See you next week~! Idiot Hua Yinyin!"

"Damn it!" Hua Yinyin raised her middle finger. "Fine, I'm fine with Xiao Yaoyao by my side."

"Wanyan, how about we skip the party?" Mo Xueyao looked at Li Wanyan with droopy eyelids.

Li Wanyan readily agreed: "Okay."

"Hey, hey, hey, no! Okay, okay, I'll admit that Xiaoyao actually likes me, not Xiaoxue, so you won't be angry anymore, right?"

"...Your skin is thick enough to withstand an atomic bomb." Mo Xueyao helplessly brushed aside Hua Yinyin's slightly chubby little hand. "Speaking of which, if the party is on the playground, shouldn't we move some chairs down?"

"I don't know. Maybe we'll be sitting on the floor, and moving chairs might make it too crowded? If it's a lively party, we might not be able to move around freely." Wang Jiale said, then suddenly turned towards the classroom door, "Hey—idiot, I'm thirsty!"

Lu Bolun, who had just come up from downstairs, covered his cheeks in exasperation, then turned around and said, "Okay—what do you want to drink..."

"Sprite!"

"Be careful not to become fat, just like the Earth Goddess," Hua Yinyin muttered softly.

"No way! Beautiful girls don't get fat!"

"Shall we go to the medical office to have him weighed later?"

"I'm not going!!"

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Chapter 208 The Last Night of the School Anniversary Celebration (Part 2)

As night falls, the lights are on.

Technological advancements mean that humans no longer need to be shrouded in darkness at night; sufficiently bright lights can dispel all darkness and even make the night as bright as day.

However, this also means that it is not easy to see the stars in the sky in brightly lit places.

This is what is known as light pollution.

There were few streetlights on the playground of Yukong High School, and the school had not found enough bright spotlights, so the playground was shrouded in darkness. Compared with the bright lights outside the school, the dark red flames emitted by the charcoal in the barbecue grills were really too dim.

A party is never complete without a barbecue.

The reason for reporting in advance is to make it easier for the school to prepare ingredients.

Because it's a rare school anniversary celebration that only happens once every hundred years, anyone who wants to stay and participate in the activities can enjoy a free barbecue.

There are many barbecue grills on the playground, and each grill has an assistant and a dedicated barbecue chef.

These are professional chefs hired by the school from outside; their barbecue is definitely much better than what the students make themselves.

Moreover, students only need to queue for a short while, and can use the rest of the time freely.

Or they could watch a performance from below the stage, or they could hold a small get-together with classmates from other classes.

The students didn't run very far, because tonight's performance was quite interesting, and all the teachers in the school had to participate—no one could escape it.

Everyone has to perform a show, which is also a way for students to see another side of the teachers outside of class.

Mo Xueyao sat on a wooden bench in the corner, watching from afar as the principal gave the opening speech for the school anniversary gala on stage.

Li Wanyan sat to her left, and Hua Yinyin to her right. Not far away, under a tree, Duanmu Ji sat quietly, having been eating the grilled pork tenderloin in his hand for quite some time, but hadn't touched it much.

He seemed to be staring blankly at the sky the whole time.

"Our education often emphasizes one thing: 'A teacher for a day is a father for life,' and also says that teachers are like candles, like silkworms... In fact, these are all exaggerated." The principal stood on the stage, casually holding the microphone, leaning lazily against the pillar beside the stage, appearing not serious at all, but making the students feel a sense of warmth. "First of all, teachers are not there to give unconditionally. Being a teacher is just a profession, no different from any other profession."

The somewhat unkempt principal adjusted his monocle and continued:

"On this basis, teaching students with heart is a professional ethic that should be upheld. Teachers are indeed worthy of respect, but there is no need to deify them."

"After all, teachers are ordinary people too. The purpose of this party is to allow everyone to get closer to the teachers and see a different side of them than usual."

"Just like how we view the writers of the past, true respect is not about elevating them to a pedestal, but about bringing them back to earth and carefully analyzing the different aspects of each of them."

"Because those who are elevated to a divine status are no longer considered 'human'."

"Alright, the three-day school anniversary celebration has come to a very successful end. I hope everyone had a great time at tonight's party." The principal smiled but did not rush to leave the stage. "Normally, the principal's performance is either the grand finale or the closing act, but today we'll break with that routine and I'll start by performing a show for everyone."

"Oh oh oh-"

The atmosphere immediately heated up, with many students getting as excited as baboons in a zoo, jumping around, clapping their hands, and making strange noises.

This is the first time the principal has performed a show.

The previous principal was the rather old-fashioned type, always putting on airs, while the new principal, having been there for a short time, has never performed before.

Even Mo Xueyao was looking forward to it. She swallowed the lamb skewer in her mouth, put the skewer in the plastic bag next to Li Wanyan, and wanted to step onto the bench to get a better look.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan frowned slightly, gently tugged at her hem, and pointed to the little leather shoes she was wearing.

"Ah, cough cough." Mo Xueyao gave an awkward laugh, took off her shoes, and placed her soft little feet, clad in black stockings, on the bench. "Uh... does it smell?"

Hua Yinyin's nose twitched: "There's no bad smell, it smells like a mixture of fruit and milk!"

"...Your imagination is too rich."

"It's true! You can ask the class monitor if you don't believe me!"

"A little."

"Does it smell bad or good?" Mo Xueyao's toes tightened slightly as she asked nervously.

“...A foul smell.” Li Wanyan paused for a second before replying.

"Eh - does it smell like sweat?"

"Just a little bit," she nodded, reassuringly adding, "It will dissipate soon."

"It's not a foul smell, it's just a young girl's natural fragrance!" Hua Yinyin defended Mo Xueyao.

Mo Xueyao looked at her with droopy eyelids and said, "You old man with a heart of his own, you can't believe a word you say."

She stood on tiptoe and looked at the stage.

Because sitting would block your view, you have to stand up.

Li Wanyan wasn't very interested in seeing the scene, while Hua Yinyin was clearly more interested in Mo Xueyao's thighs—she was currently resting her head on Mo Xueyao's thighs and leisurely swinging her own legs on the armrest.

Although the principal was supposed to perform, the students all thought he would just sing a song.

Half of the people gathered under the stage because it was new, while the other half were there to cheer.

Unexpectedly, Mo Kong didn't sing; instead, he put the microphone aside.

"Wow, what's the principal going to do?"

"Could it be dancing?"

"The principal can dance?!" The students exclaimed in surprise.

Then, a piece of music with a distinctly metal punk style started playing. The principal stood at attention and then slowly and stiffly raised his arm.

In China at this time, this is a type of dance that most people probably have never seen before—robotic dance.

The principal is performing this now.

To perform this kind of dance, you must have extremely strong control over your muscles.

Coupled with his perfectly executed, robotic expression, it looked even more realistic.

And the principal's performance went beyond that.

He started with a robotic dance, but as the music became more subdued and quiet, he lowered his head, placed his hands on the outside of his belt, and walked forward like a secret agent.

Surprisingly, he performed several rather cool assassination moves.

Some people were hanged from behind, while others were shot with a single hand.

It even used a nearby pillar to leap into the air, gliding in an arc before crashing down.

Like a swooping eagle.

"Wow, the principal is so handsome!!"

"Wow ah ah-"

Both boys and girls couldn't help but cheer and scream.

This is probably the most special principal they've ever encountered in their lives.

Mo Xueyao looked at these movements and suddenly felt that they were somewhat familiar.

Then I realized that this was the principal's fighting move in "Rainy Sky Brawl".

I thought he must have spent a long time recording those moves, but I didn't expect him to be a professional.

Could he have actually been a highly trained secret agent before?