A Young Woman's Heart

"Let's go! Let's go!" Wang Jiale stood up excitedly, dragging her suitcase and running happily out of the classroom.

Judging from their appearance, it really seemed like they were going on a picnic.

"Everyone line up. I'm going to take attendance now to make sure everyone is here." Ye Wen stood at the classroom door, holding a list, and said, "Li Wanyan?"

"Here." The class monitor, who wasn't in a good mood, raised his hand slightly.

She was the only one in the class who didn't bring a suitcase.

However, her schoolbag was bulging, and she was holding a neatly folded blue quilt in her hands. Whenever she looked at An Ruosu, she would look a little embarrassed.

The order of registration is based on the student ID numbers of all students in the class, with girls at the front and boys all at the back.

"Kang Yang".

"We've arrived."

"Hua Yinyin".

"Here!"

"Ink bamboo oat".

“Here—” Mo Zhuyou dragged out her words, as lazy as ever.

"Lu Chengyuan, Wang Yang, Ye Banxia, ​​Zhang Yumeng," Ye Wen called out four names in a row. "You can just raise your hands, I'll see."

So all four of them raised their hands.

"Mo Xueyao".

"Here!" Mo Xueyao raised her hand and answered very seriously, startling Wang Jiale who was standing in front of her.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? You scared me..." Wang Jiale muttered, patting his chest.

"Pfft." Mo Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes darting around as if she were plotting something mischievous.

"Tang Sishi, Wang Jiale, Mo Xiaoxiao."

This time, Mo Xiaoxiao also shouted, just like Mo Xueyao, "Here!"

"Hey! You two are trying to scare me to death, aren't you?" Wang Jiale complained irritably. "Are you targeting me or something?!"

"Hasn't Wang Jiale arrived yet?" Ye Wen asked deliberately.

"We're here! We're here!" Wang Jiale raised his hand high.

"Oh, Lele seems a bit listless today. I thought that person just now wasn't you," Ye Wen said with a mischievous smile.

"What? I'm full of energy today!" Wang Jiale jumped up and down to show that she was indeed full of energy.

Ye Wen continued reporting.

"Zuo Qianxin (Note ①), Du Qicai (Note ②)?"

"Here." These were the two voices speaking in unison.

Mo Xueyao looked at the two girls who seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her; one was tall and thin, while the other looked rather plump.

"Cha Li, Xuan Anyi (Note ③), Qiu Yuanling, Chen Baicheng."

“Leng Feng (Note ④), Chen Mengqi, Tian Xinnan.”

The girls all raised their hands in response. Class teacher Ye Wen nodded and ticked a box on the list: "Okay, all the girls are here. Next up are the boys."

“Lu Bolun, Mr. Xue.”

"We're here!" shouted the taller Lu Bolun from the back of the group.

"Here." Mr. Xue's reply was quite ordinary, because he was still holding a book and reading.

"Li Hongran, Ma Jia (Note ⑤), Zhou Yong."

“Ma Jianhang, Chen Cheng, He Gua (⑥)”.

“Jia Qixue, Le Tingfeng, Fang Wenqing (Note ⑦), Zhou Mingzhong (Note ⑧)”.

"Jun Ruohuan, Yang Yankai, Feng Jianyou, Cui Bianzhan (Note 9)."

“Che Qingji (Note 10), Gao Yuan, Yu Zi, An Ruosu.”

"Alright, everyone's here now." Ye Wen closed the list.

"Wait, Wen! What about me?!" Liu Xiaowei shouted.

Because the homeroom teacher is very approachable, many students now call her by her first name instead of calling her Teacher Ye Wen.

Moreover, this way of addressing someone is something that kids like Liu Xiaowei and Gao Yuan taught them.

"Oh~ Liu Xiaowei, you forgot to turn the page." Ye Wen nodded slightly, but the smile on her face didn't look like she had forgotten at all; it seemed like she was just teasing Liu Xiaowei...

"Sigh, I thought I'd been expelled from the class." Liu Xiaowei looked shaken, though of course, he was just pretending.

They were cooperating with Ye Wen as if they were performing a comedy routine.

"Okay, class monitor, let's go." Ye Wen stretched and yawned, then walked downstairs first in her round little leather shoes.

Even though the temperature was already a bit chilly, Ye Wen was still wearing white over-the-knee socks, only they looked a little thicker.

But it is still full of youthful vitality.

Mo Xueyao seriously doubted whether she would feel cold.

Although she had worn stockings to school before, at least those were long enough, unlike what she was wearing, which left most of her smooth, beautiful legs exposed.

The students in grades 11 and 12 marched onto the playground to the strains of the Athletes' March and were lining up to assemble.

This gave the first-year high school students a strange sense of superiority.

It's that sense of superiority that comes from not having to listen to morning meetings when others do.

However, once the military training officially begins, this sense of superiority will probably disappear completely, right?

The principal was giving a speech at the Monday morning assembly on the podium, while the person in charge of arranging buses for each class was the Dean of Students, Yinling, who was wearing black stockings and gold-rimmed glasses.

"Yinling! Which car is our class's?" Ye Wen called out to her from afar.

"Class 2 of Grade 11?" Yinling pushed up her glasses, glanced at the memo in her hand, and pointed behind her, "The second car behind me."

Ye Wen walked quickly to the bus and asked again, "This one?"

"Okay, your class should hurry up and get on the bus. The first class to get on will depart first," Yinling urged. "Oh, and remember to count the number of people. Don't leave anyone behind."

"Of course!" Ye Wen turned around and waved to the students of Class 2, Grade 11. "Students of Class 2, come over here!"

The students all flocked over.

However, there didn't seem to be enough seats on the bus.

Although it's called a bus, it's one of the smaller ones, with only about thirty seats, which means some people will inevitably not have a seat.

Mo Xueyao looked around and felt that as a boy, he should stand first and let the girls sit down before taking a seat in an empty seat.

"Boys, don't sit down yet! Let the girls sit first!" Ye Wen shouted loudly from the bus boarding area.

The boys stood there laughing and joking without any complaints, as if letting the girls sit down first was indeed a very normal thing.

"Xiao Yao, what are you standing there for? Come sit here!" Wang Jiale called out to Mo Xueyao.

"Huh? Oh oh..." Mo Xueyao suddenly realized that she wasn't a boy, and it seemed that she could enjoy the privileges of being a girl.

She wasn't that stubborn, insisting on her own way, thinking that since she was a boy, she shouldn't sit down. She reasoned that there were benefits to enjoying those benefits, so why not take advantage of them?

"Lele, Lele, let me sit with you today!" another girl's voice rang out, and she quickly sat down next to Wang Jiale.

It's that girl named Cha Li from before. She looks a bit like Ziwei from the TV series "My Fair Princess," which was released last year and is still airing today.

She has a slightly chubby face and a somewhat silly look when she smiles.

“Eh—Cha Li, would you like to sit with me? Hmm…” Wang Jiale glanced at Mo Xueyao apologetically, probably feeling that she had neglected her good friend earlier, so she nodded, “Sure.”

At this moment, Mo Xueyao was troubled. Who should she sit with...?

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Note ①: Zuo Qianxin – A Tribute to "The Prosperous Bauhinia" Author: Qianxin Qianyi

Note ②: Du Qicai – A Tribute to "A Graceful Daughter" Author: QZH1982

Note ③: Xuan Anyi – A Tribute to "The Daughter's Classic" Author: Xuan Anyi

Note 4: Leng Feng – A tribute to "The Female Peacock of the Boys' School" by Leng Feng Wu Nai

Note 5: Vest - A tribute to "Dormitory Transformation" Author: Unrecognizable While Wearing a Vest

Note 6: He Gua—A Tribute to "The Cold-Weather Bird" Author: Wearing a Gown

Note 7: Fang Wenqing – A tribute to the author of "Am I Not a Boy?": Wenqing

Note ⑧: Zhou Mingzhong – A tribute to "Night After Night" by author Mingzhong

Note 9: Cui Bianzhan – A Tribute to "Lilith's Daughter" by Xiao Cui

Note 10: Che Qingji – A tribute to the author of "Say It Again, I'm Not a Girl": Qingji

Chapter Forty-Nine: On the Road

The boys remained standing until the girls took their seats.

The girls mostly sat in the back of the bus, as if they had some kind of tacit understanding.

"Mo Xueyao! Sit here! The seat next to me is very comfortable!" Just as she was thinking this, Hua Yinyin called out.

Although Mo Xueyao didn't quite understand why the woman would say the seat next to her was more comfortable when all the seats in the car were the same.

However, that was indeed Mo Xueyao's preferred seat, which was somewhere in the middle of the bus, neither too far forward nor too far back, so she wouldn't feel too uncomfortable.

Moreover, that seat is by the window, so if you feel carsick, you can open the window for ventilation and enjoy the gentle breeze coming in from outside.

Actually, Mo Xueyao didn't really want to sit next to Hua Yinyin.

It wasn't just because she always did strange things, but also because, relatively speaking, the two weren't very familiar with each other.