A Young Woman's Heart

Mo Xueyao tried to draw a sketch of Qiu Yi, but she always felt that she couldn't capture the core characteristics.

"Mona Lisa's beauty is a kind of hazy beauty, and her smile is also a kind of hazy smile..."

"Is it hazy...?" Mo Xueyao seemed to have grasped something, and the sketch under her pen began to take shape.

He looks like Qiu Yi, but upon closer inspection, he doesn't quite resemble him; in fact, he might look like any other passerby.

Because the processing in many places is vague, unclear, or rather, rudimentary.

Mo Xueyao was very satisfied with her results.

In the time it takes to sketch, an entire art class has passed.

The bell rang at the right time, and many students who had been 'sleeping' throughout the class slowly raised their heads.

Some people stretched and yawned, while others glanced at the art teacher on the stage and chose to continue sleeping.

Two or three in the afternoon is indeed the time of day when we feel most tired.

The weather today was neither too hot nor too cold, and a gentle breeze caressed the sleeping students' faces, making them even more reluctant to wake up.

Wang Jiale yawned widely, groggily sat up, and when she noticed Mo Xueyao's gaze on her, she hurriedly wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

"I don't drool in my sleep!" Then, she muttered to herself, as if trying to cover up her ignorance.

“…I know.” Mo Xueyao looked helpless, unable to bear exposing her self-deceiving lie.

"Wow, what is this? Is it a sketch? It's a drawing of... an art teacher? It looks a bit like him! Amazing!" Wang Jiale noticed the slightly awkward atmosphere and quickly changed the subject.

"Where? Where? A sketch? Did Xiaoyao draw it?" Mo Xiaoxiao, who was sitting behind Mo Xueyao, also came over.

"Uh...yes...the painting is just so-so..." Mo Xueyao replied shyly and modestly.

"This is just average, it's pretty good!"

"What's so good? I want to see it too!" Mo Xiaoxiao's deskmate shouted.

Her deskmate was a handsome boy who also loved to laugh.

Especially when he smiles, he has a bit of a Western-style handsome guy vibe.

She's quite a good match for Mo Xiaoxiao, who also loves to laugh.

Although... he seemed less composed as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

"How's Xiaoyao's sketch?"

"Oh, not bad!" Mo Xiaoxiao's deskmate winked at Mo Xueyao, as if she were flirting.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but roll her eyes.

What would be the kind of seductive teasing that would charm an average girl, she found utterly childish.

More and more people gathered around, and eventually, Mo Xueyao's painting was circulated throughout the entire group, eventually even ending up in the hands of the homeroom teacher.

"What are you looking at? I want to see too." Ye Wen, the elusive homeroom teacher, suddenly said from an unnoticed corner.

“Xiao Yao’s painting,” Wang Jiale answered for Mo Xueyao, speaking to herself.

"Hey, let me see?" Ye Wen became interested, examined it carefully for a while, and nodded affirmatively, "It seems to have captured the essence of your art teacher."

"It's...it's alright..." Mo Xueyao smiled awkwardly, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her clothes. Then she couldn't help but reach out a hand, wanting to take her painting back.

"Well, speaking of which," Ye Wen naturally handed the drawing back to Mo Xueyao, making the latter breathe a sigh of relief, and then immediately asked, "How's the blackboard bulletin board idea coming along? It needs to be finished before military training."

"Hmm... I've roughly figured it out. Here's what I'm thinking..." She was about to tell her homeroom teacher her thoughts when the latter waved her hand.

"Okay, any idea is fine, no need to tell me, as long as it doesn't violate the rules. Feel free to be creative~ Good luck~ If you need more people, just ask me, or you can ask the class monitor. You know who the class monitor is, right?"

"Know……"

"Then it's up to you!" Ye Wen, seemingly quite reassured about Mo Xueyao, turned and left the classroom.

Come to think of it, when she came to the classroom after class, did she just want to ask how the progress was going?

Mo Xueyao stared blankly as she left, then turned a page in her sketchbook and continued drawing.

She plans to start drawing the blackboard bulletin during her lunch break tomorrow.

"Haruka~ If you need any help then~"

"Thank you."

"Hey, what I mean is, if you need any help later, please don't ask me for it!" Wang Jiale looked at Mo Xueyao with a puzzled expression, wondering why she was saying thank you.

Mo Xueyao felt a pang of embarrassment, realizing she shouldn't have preemptively called out "thank you" first...

Wasn't it all for nothing that I thanked you for nothing?

"Pfft, if Lele doesn't want to help, you can ask me." Mo Xiao, who had been watching, covered her mouth and laughed. "If it's just erasing the blackboard or writing something, I can help you."

"Oh, right, right, Xiaoxiao's handwriting is very beautiful!" Wang Jiale immediately recommended Mo Xiaoxiao, just so that she wouldn't be 'conscripted' by Mo Xueyao later.

"That's a huge help..." Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief. She had been wondering who should write the words on the blackboard, since her own handwriting was so illegible that it probably wouldn't be up to the task.

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Chapter Twenty-Six: The Physics Teacher with Hair Standing on End

The third period on Monday afternoon is physics class.

Mo Xueyao wasn't particularly good at science courses. Although she had been self-studying, she was still worried about whether she could keep up with the pace.

So before this class, she carefully read through the notebook she had copied from the class monitor. Then, just before the bell rang, she took out all three colors of pens from her simple pencil case and placed them neatly on the open notebook that was turned to a new page.

Then he straightened his back and sat properly in his seat.

Wang Jiale stared at Mo Xueyao with a very strange look until she felt uncomfortable all over.

"What...?" Mo Xueyao frowned.

"...Hmm...you seem like a primary school student right now...is it really necessary to sit so upright?" Wang Jiale muttered softly. "Even I feel uncomfortable when you sit so upright..."

"...It's alright, I was just adjusting my state." Mo Xueyao relaxed a little and realized that she did seem a bit stiff just now.

The physics teacher walked into the classroom the instant the bell rang, as if he had timed it perfectly.

He even waved to the students with a somewhat smug smile.

It was as if it were saying, 'I'm here right on time again.'

The physics teacher's hair stood on end, as if he had used hairspray to deliberately style it like that; his hairstyle looked like he had just been electrocuted.

But if you look closely, you'll find that his hair isn't oily, so it seems like it's not hairspray, but a purely natural hairstyle.

What sleeping position will result in this hairstyle the next day?

However, this physics teacher, who looked to be around thirty years old, fulfilled Mo Xueyao's little fantasy about the word 'physics teacher'.

To be precise, it should be described as the fantasy of a 'physics research scholar'.

After all, he exuded the air of a scientific researcher from head to toe, and his strange hairstyle and wise eyes made him look more like a physics PhD.

—Limited to characters in animated films or movies.

He stood on the podium, quietly waiting for the bell to ring before tapping the blackboard and saying, "Alright, everyone, today's lesson is about time machines—perhaps."

The students below the stage immediately fell silent, especially the boys, who were most interested in this science fiction-themed course content.

The physics teacher nodded with great satisfaction: "That's right, what we're going to learn is the physical law related to Newton in Newton's First Law, which is just as important as Einstein's theory of relativity—the relationship between speed and time."

This is a physics teacher who likes to talk in a very breathy manner.

The physics teacher's name is Ye Yu, and this time it wasn't Wang Jiale explaining things to him.

It was because, during class, the teacher wrote two bold and unrestrained characters on the lower right side of the blackboard, resembling an article's signature—"Ye Yu".

It was as if to prove that this was a lesson he was teaching.

That's a really strange habit.

The physics class began with this opening remark.

In junior high school, Mo Xueyao always found physics somewhat boring, but today, under Mr. Ye Yu's explanation, she found it to have become vivid.

However, there is a downside to Professor Ye Yu's lectures: he tends to go off-topic easily. Although he can eventually get back on track, it inevitably wastes some time.

This is probably the trade-off between fun and efficiency.

By the end of the class, the blackboard was covered with notes, which contained all the information from today's physics lesson.

Looking at the whole picture, you'll find that the two characters 'Ye Yu' written at the beginning are indeed located in the corner, just like the author's signature.

This is a physics teacher with a unique personal style—his skin is a bit dark, which doesn't quite fit the image of a scholar who spends most of his time researching in the lab.

The rest of their temperaments are quite compatible.

"Phew, finally the last class is over!" Wang Jiale stretched lazily. "School's over after this!"

Although there was still one class left, her mind seemed to have already drifted far away.

Mo Xueyao had serious doubts about whether she would be able to concentrate on the lesson in this last class.

"Xiaoyao, want to go to the bathroom?" Wang Jiale, who usually goes to the bathroom once every two breaks, once again extended an 'invitation' to go to the bathroom together.

The frequency of these incidents made Mo Xueyao suspect that she might have kidney deficiency.

Well, I don't know if this is related to kidney deficiency.

"Uh... go ahead." Mo Xueyao stood up. She was just too lazy to go to the toilet after school because there would definitely be the most people there then—she didn't want to keep queuing at the door.

"Xiaoxiao, want to come along?" Wang Jiale continued to invite her friend.

Mo Xueyao had the illusion that she was inviting others to a dance party.

Actually, it's not just girls who go to the restroom together; boys do it too.

It's just that the frequency isn't that high.