A Young Woman's Heart

"Zhou Yong, come on, let's go to the restroom." Li Hongran patted Zhou Yong on the shoulder.

“I’m not going.” Zhou Yong was engrossed in a novel in his drawer.

"What? You're not going? You have to go whether you want to or not!" Li Hongran grabbed Zhou Yong's shoulder with a wicked grin and dragged him outside.

The latter, looking utterly hopeless, was dragged out by him and could only say, "Alright, alright, let go. I can walk by myself. Are you some kind of elementary school student? You need someone to accompany you to the toilet?"

“Exactly,” Wang Jiale echoed without even realizing it.

Anyone has the right to say that, but you don't, do you?

Mo Xueyao looked at her helplessly with drooping eyelids, and walked into the corridor together with Mo Xiaoxiao, who was secretly laughing to herself.

"Hello, Teacher Yao~" Just as Mo Xueyao was absentmindedly looking at the playground outside the corridor, she heard Wang Jiale beside her call out very obediently.

"Hello, Teacher Yao," Mo Xiaoxiao said with a smile.

"Uh... Hello, Teacher Yao..." Although she didn't know which teacher she was, Mo Xueyao still greeted her.

"Okay~" Teacher Yao looked a little pale, and her hair was surprisingly out of place... red!

Her dark red hair was loose and draped over her shoulders.

Her hair wasn't actually long; it just barely covered her ears, giving her a refreshing and capable youthful look.

Just as Mo Xueyao was lost in thought, Teacher Yao approached her and took a deep breath: "Hmm~ smells nice, like milk. It seems you still have a chance to grow taller?"

"Eh?" Mo Xueyao's face immediately turned bright red. She glanced shyly at Teacher Yao, unable to believe that her teacher would say something so...strange.

No, if you think about it carefully, it's not that strange.

Perhaps Mo Xueyao is a little too sensitive.

Only after Teacher Yao had walked away did Mo Xueyao lower her voice and whisper, "Wang Jiale, what kind of teacher was that just now?"

“That’s the chemistry teacher for the next class.” Wang Jiale tilted her head slightly. “Hmm… she’s a pretty… amazing teacher…”

“Indeed,” Mo Xueyao wholeheartedly agreed.

"He seems to particularly enjoy 'teasing' girls," Mo Xiaoxiao said, revealing the truth.

"And her name is also very strange. It's the Chinese medicine character 'yao' (药), and it's called 'yaogugu' (药咕咕), which is the 'gu' (咕) with the mouth radical and the character 'gu' (古)."

"...What a bizarre name."

"She talks about random topics during class, um...maybe it's related to her mixed-race heritage..." Wang Jiale covered her forehead as if she had remembered something terrible.

"So...her hair is natural?"

"Yes, that's what she said herself on her first day of class," Mo Xiaoxiao replied.

When Mo Xueyao returned from the restroom, she saw that Yao Gugu was already sitting at the podium.

This was the first teacher to arrive at the classroom before class even started.

From a certain perspective, they are quite dedicated.

The fourth class hadn't even started yet, but Wang Jiale had already begun packing her schoolbag.

Finished homework should be left at school, and unfinished homework should be taken home to complete.

After finishing her homework, she was in a state where she only needed to copy her chemistry homework into her homework book and then she could just grab her schoolbag and leave.

However, high school does not have a strict rule about recording homework, nor does it require parents to sign the homework book every day like in elementary or middle school...

Therefore, many people become lazy and simply fold a corner and draw a few horizontal lines on the assignments they need to do to remind themselves of the scope of today's work.

Even a diligent student like Mo Xueyao, who keeps a record of her homework, would write very simple notes.

For example, instead of writing "Complete the content on page 26, first page of the math workbook", she would write "Math Practice P26-1".

Actually, quite a few people pack their schoolbags, all in order to leave as quickly as possible after school.

Leaving five minutes earlier may seem insignificant, but it can actually be very crucial.

If you take a car, you might avoid traffic jams.

Leaving school early can also prevent being conscripted by the homeroom teacher to do chores or something.

So it can be considered a habit that everyone has developed.

Mo Xueyao doesn't do that, it's just that she doesn't mind.

Firstly, she rode a bicycle, and secondly, she felt that it was fine for the teacher to ask her for help, and it was good to get some exercise.

Although class hasn't started yet, Yao Gugu on the podium seems to be fiddling with something.

They look very professional.

Then I saw her slap down hard.

A loud 'bang' came from the podium.

Then a large cluster of flames spread from the podium, as if it were about to set the entire classroom ablaze.

Many students were terrified.

Not to mention the girls, even quite a few boys were so scared that they ran straight outside.

However, these flames seemed to disappear without a trace after they flashed by, just like special effects.

"Pfft, haha, what's wrong? Did I scare you?" Yao Gugu laughed loudly with her hands on her hips, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank, completely lacking the dignified demeanor of a teacher.

"Isn't it amazing? Like magic? Unfortunately, it's not magic, it's science!"

Just as Yao Gugu uttered those words, the school bell rang, perfectly timed, and thus, this chemistry class began in such a dramatic way.

Well, the teachers at Yukong High School are all quite unique...

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Chemistry Teacher Yao Gugu

The lectures are naturally insightful and easy to understand.

I'm talking about Medicine Gugu.

It's not about making academic concepts easy to understand, but rather about making dirty jokes easy to understand.

Perhaps many of us have had the experience that many boys in our class have 'special' study methods.

They would always turn the teacher's lectures into dirty jokes and then memorize them.

Girls might find this perverted, and they might think that boys have low tastes.

But in fact, some people do memorize things this way.

When it comes to learning, you have to be interested in it yourself.

But not every subject is interesting; after all, not everyone is a polymath who is curious about everything.

Therefore, this learning method of converting dirty jokes into actual jokes is actually quite effective.

Some boys who are nonchalant in class and always joking around actually get good grades on tests because they use this kind of study method.

Making light of crucial moments and interrupting the flow is actually a form of contextual memory.

Although the boys who did this did not know why they were doing it, they were already subtly following this principle in the process.

Now, Yao Gugu is actively using this method to make it easier for all the students in the class to remember.

Don't be fooled by girls' constant accusations of boys being perverts; they're just being coy on the surface.

In fact, girls who mature relatively early are also very interested in this kind of thing.

It's just that they can't express themselves freely because of their gender.

After all, women as bold and open as Yao Gugu are rare in this era.

"A sodium atom has only one electron in its outermost shell, and this electron is the easiest to lose in a chemical reaction, just like a man's penis is the easiest target in a fight." (Note: This content still uses the old version of the People's Education Press textbook.)

That's right, that's exactly what Yao Gugu said, using very standard written language, and her tone was completely flat.

But her eyes told the students that she was saying it on purpose.

why?

Because she was grinning mischievously...

Such lecture content was present throughout the entire course.

The entire chemistry class gave Mo Xueyao the illusion that she was in a biology class.

If it weren't for Yao Gugu occasionally writing some notes on the blackboard, she really wouldn't know how to make these notes.

At this moment, Yao Gugu, who was in class, suddenly quieted down, then tiptoed to Gao Yuan's side, raised her hand high, and then slapped it down hard.

"Waaaaah—!"

"Sleeping in class again? Want a spanking?" Yao Gugu squinted at Gao Yuan. "Sleeping in every class, that's not very good, is it? You should at least have one subject you're good at, right?"

"Ah...cough cough...I just...my eyes are tired, I was listening." Gao Yuan said earnestly, trying to justify himself.

"Then let me ask you this: when metallic sodium comes into contact with air, will it burn or will it change properties?"

"She'll probably undergo a sex change!" Gao Yuan answered without hesitation, just to show that she was paying attention in class.

The reason I answered this is mainly because the word 'transgender' seems much more sophisticated than 'burning'.

Although he didn't know why the word was used in chemistry.

It's fortunate that Yukong High School has relatively low entrance scores; otherwise, students like Gao Yuan wouldn't be able to get in at all.

No, even if his score was low, he shouldn't have been able to get in.

I guess they're rich and just bought it...

This is common in top-tier high schools, and even more so in regular high schools.

"Change my foot! You want to change your sex too?" Yao Gugu chuckled mischievously, draping her arm over Gao Yuan's shoulder, her short red hair brushing against his cheek. "Hmm... if you want to change your sex, where should you start? Your chest? Or... here?"

"Cough cough!"