A Young Woman's Heart

The reason we can run 2,000 meters is because we are all still freshmen in high school, and the results of our previous training have not completely faded.

"Huh—you're really blushing? So cute~" Wang Jiale smiled foolishly, as if he were facing a golden retriever, and gently stroked Mo Xueyao's head, rubbing his sweaty face against her body.

Mo Xueyao looked helpless, but she just couldn't get angry at a cute girl like Wang Jiale.

Wow, your husbands have such good tempers!

"That's right, after all, I picked it~" Wang Jiale lazily lay on Mo Xueyao's lap, as if he were drunk.

It's only a two-kilometer run, it shouldn't be like this, right?

"My thigh is mine—" Mo Xiaoxiao and Wang Jiale started fighting over it, and eventually, the two of them lay down on Mo Xueyao's thigh together.

The rest of the time in PE class was spent sitting quietly.

Tian Xinnan seemed to want to say something more, but she also seemed very tired from running, so she just sat aside and watched the three of them with a satisfied smile.

It's like seeing your silly daughter finally get married...

That said, what kind of strange expression is that?

It shouldn't possibly appear on a high school student's face.

Wang Jiale, that heartless rascal, actually fell asleep on her lap, drooling all over her leg, leaving Mo Xueyao both amused and exasperated.

However, this feeling of being relied upon and needed is actually quite nice.

In a sense, it greatly satisfied Mo Xueyao's male ego...

This period of time felt both long and short. Just when Mo Xueyao thought there was still a long time ahead, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

Wang Jiale sat up abruptly, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then saw the water stains on Mo Xueyao's thigh.

She chuckled awkwardly and pulled a tissue from her pocket; "Um... I, I'll wipe it clean for you..."

"Lele drools in her sleep," Mo Xiao chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Hmm, Xiaoyao's thighs are really comfortable; they're slender yet not all bone, soft yet elastic..."

Mo Xueyao's lips curled into a smile, as if she were referring to some kind of food.

For example, rice cakes or something.

The PE teacher blew his whistle after the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The students scattered and gathered around him.

Ye Ran didn't seem to care much about such things. After seeing that almost everyone had arrived, he waved his hand and announced the end of get out of class.

The students also walked towards the classroom in a scattered manner.

After resting for twenty minutes, several boys regained their strength and were now sprinting towards the classroom at top speed.

"Oh, I had a great rest." Wang Jiale stretched lazily as she walked next to Mo Xueyao.

"You must have slept very well?" Mo Xiaoxiao chuckled.

Compared to the two who seemed completely at ease, only Mo Xueyao appeared slightly embarrassed.

However, she seemed to have realized something: friendships between girls can develop just as quickly as those between boys.

In just a day and a half, Mo Xiaoxiao and Wang Jiale seemed to have already become her good friends.

While they aren't exactly inseparable, their relationship has certainly become much closer.

It's said that a trio is the most stable relationship structure.

It seems like she's my best friend from junior high, and there were three of us including her?

Apart from a few boys, most people weren't in a hurry to go back to the classroom, because the next class wasn't a main subject either, but an art class.

As a minor subject with almost no exams, most students don't take it seriously. Only interested students participate, while others just coast along.

At least that's how Mo Xueyao's art classes were in junior high school.

At 2:10 p.m., the bell rang for class on time.

The students greeted the art class with a very lazy and disorganized attitude.

Mo Xueyao was somewhat surprised to find that the art teacher was a man.

Perhaps this is related to the fact that all her art teachers from elementary to junior high school were female.

So much so that she subconsciously believed that art teachers should be women...

It's as if she thinks music teachers should always be women.

To be honest, Yukong High School doesn't have music classes. At least, there are no music courses on the schedules of first-year students. Perhaps home economics classes have squeezed out music classes.

"My art teacher's class... I'm going to sleep..." Wang Jiale slumped onto the table and continued her dream.

It seems that the art teacher has the best personality of all the teachers.

Yes, although most art teachers are like that.

As Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand, waiting for the art teacher to begin the lesson, Wang Jiale suddenly opened her eyes again, as if she had forgotten something important.

However, what came out of his mouth was: "Oh, right, the art teacher's name is also very strange, it's Qiu Yi... which sounds the same as the theme of this issue's blackboard newspaper, except that his Yi is the Yi of easy."

Mo Xueyao nodded helplessly, expressing her respect for her dedicated explanation.

After saying what he wanted to say, the latter contentedly drifted back into his sleep.

"Today's art class will introduce you to a legendary painter, a versatile genius—Leonardo da Vinci. To make this presentation more effective, I've specially printed out a large color image," said Qiu Yi, the seemingly ordinary art teacher, standing on the podium with a gentle smile.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The Idea of ​​a Blackboard Bulletin

In art class, art teacher Qiu Yi took out a bunch of magnets used on the blackboard from her pocket, and then held a stack of papers in her hand, which should have been arranged in order.

He picked up the top sheet, placed it on the blackboard, secured it with a magnet, and began explaining.

Some people might ask, why not just use slides?

First of all, computers were too expensive in this era. Although Yukong High School had the foundation left by a private high school, it was now a public school, and its facilities would not be so advanced. Therefore, it was impossible to equip every classroom with a computer and a projector.

It's not that we can't afford it, but the computers in the classroom are prone to damage and require frequent repairs, which would cost a lot in repair fees alone.

If you want to watch a movie, Yukong High School actually has a multimedia classroom that can accommodate students from three grades.

It is equipped with a large film projector from Yukong High School, and students are organized to watch movies there on some important holidays.

As for classrooms, it's obviously impossible to equip them with those expensive projectors.

Actually, the projector in that multimedia classroom is still the same one we used at Yukong High School, a private school...

Therefore, the simplest way for teachers to deliver engaging lessons is to print out the necessary images and materials from the printing shop.

This can be done entirely with the printers and computers in the school's printing room.

During class, the papers were hung on the blackboard, and then a magnet was used to hold the blackboard in place. By changing the papers, an effect similar to a slideshow was achieved.

However, since the standard paper size is ultimately limited, students sitting in the back row may still have difficulty seeing it clearly.

So sometimes the teacher has to walk around the classroom with a piece of paper so that every student can see the pattern on the paper carefully.

Art class is the subject that uses this teaching method the most.

Although most students start catching up on sleep or rushing to finish their assigned homework during art class.

However, some students are still interested in art class and ask a lot of questions.

These students are often not the high-achieving ones, but rather the "poor students" who are used to sleeping in their main classes.

Although Mo Xueyao loves drawing, the art classes teach very few drawing techniques, so she has a habit of automatically ignoring the teacher's lectures during art class.

She twirled the pen in her hand and began to think.

Yesterday was the first day of school, and she was appointed as the publicity committee member by her homeroom teacher. I don't know if it's because they trust her or because no one else wanted to take the position, so they decided to try it out as a last resort...

But no matter what, the tasks assigned by the teacher still have to be completed.

So she took advantage of art class time to start brainstorming how to draw a blackboard display on the theme of 'autumn'...

"Teacher Qiu, you said that Mona Lisa is Leonardo da Vinci's masterpiece, and that it's a self-portrait. Does that mean he was a woman?" Liu Xiaowei asked after listening to Qiu Yi's lecture.

He is quite serious about this.

If I could do this in English class, I would have gotten a high score long ago...

“First of all, it’s Mona Lisa, not Mona Lisa where you are silly.” Qiu Yi was amused by Liu Xiaowei. “Your accent is so strange, isn’t it? Hmm… Secondly, the idea that Mona Lisa is Leonardo da Vinci’s self-portrait is just one interpretation, and more accurately, it should be: Leonardo da Vinci’s imagined female self.”

“Eek—” Liu Xiaowei exclaimed in disgust, “So Leonardo da Vinci wanted to be a woman?”

"That's not what I meant. It's just that everyone has another side to them, so Leonardo da Vinci also wanted to paint his female side, which led to the Mona Lisa. Of course, this is just a hypothesis. Unless Leonardo da Vinci comes out and says that's right, we can't be sure that's what he was thinking when he was painting it."

Qiu Yi paused for a moment, and seeing that the students were very interested, he continued, "Actually, according to the records, this should be a portrait painted for a noble lady, and it is not the first version, but a re-painted version."

Mo Xueyao, who had been lost in thought with her chin resting on her hand, was also drawn in by the topic and began to listen attentively.

The enigmatic Mona Lisa was originally just a portrait; its mystique was actually bestowed upon it by later generations.

Some people believe that because Leonardo da Vinci loved to travel with it during his lifetime, it must have something special about it, perhaps even hiding a shocking secret...

This statement seems rather absurd.

Couldn't Leonardo da Vinci have simply carried it with him because he liked it?

The Mona Lisa, shrouded in mystery, is a special symbol. So, could the theme of autumn also be made into a symbol?

Why use an art teacher named Qiuyi as the image of Qiuyi?

It seems a bit awkward to read.

But Mo Xueyao was suddenly inspired and started drawing in a sketchbook.

Qiu Yi's appearance is very ordinary; he's the kind of person you wouldn't notice if you threw him into a crowd.

Whether it's height, physique, or the angles of their facial features, they are all of the most common type.

Even his voice was an ordinary, unremarkable young man's voice.

Perhaps the only special thing about him is his name.