Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 101 - 100 Sister Lan’s Essay

Chapter 101: Chapter 100 Sister Lan’s Essay

Facing Principal Wu’s puzzled look, Lin Nianhe made a sound of contemplation and replied with a smile, "I’ve come looking for you a few times and you weren’t home, so I got to know the aunties over time... um, the aunties are all very nice."

Principal Wu: "..."

If Lin Nianhe weren’t an educated youth, she really wanted to write a recommendation letter to send her to the commune to become a propaganda officer.

Such talent, wasted on farming in the production team.

Once inside, Lin Nianhe naturally poured two bowls of water and handed one to Principal Wu: "Have some water."

Principal Wu took the water with a complex expression and pondered for a long time, feeling that something was off.

Why did she feel like she was back at Lin Nianhe’s house?

Lin Nianhe didn’t notice Principal Wu’s expression; she was indeed thirsty. After gulping down the water, she then asked, "Principal Wu, you specifically brought me out, is there something you wanted to discuss?"

She didn’t believe Principal Wu would ask her to help move houses—if it was really about needing help, Zhao Zhuangshi alone would be enough.

Principal Wu was taken aback by her question and then laughed, "You... "

She didn’t know whether to say Lin Nianhe was too insightful or too cunning.

Principal Wu sighed and then shook her head, "Actually, I originally wanted to talk to you about the mobilization issue, but after you just encouraged Zhao Zhuangshi to study, I’m reassured now. Turning it over to you, there definitely won’t be a problem."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Why does her mouth get her into trouble!

Just now, when she impulsively motivated Zhao Zhuangshi, she was just trying to demonstrate to Principal Wu another way of "teaching students according to their abilities"!

How did she end up taking on the responsibility herself?

Lin Nianhe blinked and, grabbing Principal Wu’s hand, seriously said, "Principal Wu, let’s discuss this. I still have to review, right? What if I don’t pass..."

"You think you won’t pass?" Principal Wu raised an eyebrow, "Director Wang has already said, you love studying the most, and I also believe that a child who could casually mention ’willing to cherish the remaining years despite decay’ would definitely be well-educated."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Her mouth really owes a lot!

Principal Wu looked at her, somewhat hesitant, and asked, "You don’t find it troublesome, right?"

Lin Nianhe really wanted to nod, to tell her that she indeed found it troublesome.

Think about it, persuading everyone to attend literacy classes, what a time-consuming, thankless task!

Lin Nianhe really didn’t want to meddle.

But such blunt truths clearly couldn’t be said, so she could only look at Principal Wu with the sincerest eyes, "No, aren’t you worried that if I, on your and Aunt Wang’s behalf, go around urging everyone, even if I manage to pass the exams on my own merit, others would still think I had inside knowledge of the questions because of my connections?"

"..."

Other people really didn’t think Principal Wu would tell Lin Nianhe the questions.

They were even thankful to the principal for finally taking that troublemaker away.

Without Lin Nianhe, even with tense study schedules, they didn’t feel anxious anymore!

In the Educated Youth Corps, Wen Lan suddenly tapped Wang Shumei and passed her a piece of rough paper, "Meizi, take a look, I just finished writing this essay."

Wang Shumei responded and took it over, looking it over for a few minutes, she silently looked towards the distant Qingshan hills, thinking to herself,

This is Wen Lan, this is Wen Lan, can’t fight her, best not provoke her...

After a long silence, Wang Shumei handed the rough paper back to Wen Lan, watching her hopeful eyes, she said, "I’m not very good at essays either, let Nianhe take a look when she’s back."

"Oh, that works too." Wen Lan carefully stored the paper and added, "I think I wrote it pretty well."

Wang Shumei: "Heh... hehe, quite good."

After saying this, she regretted it a bit, worried that Wen Lan would ask her to praise it again, so she emphasized once more, "Wait for Nianhe to come back and have her take a look!"

"Uh-huh..."

"What are you asking me to look at?"

Lin Nianhe stepped into the courtyard, still holding peanuts forcefully given to her by the neighbor of Principal Wu’s second sister.

Wang Shumei no longer wanted to lament that the peaceful days were over. Pointing at Wen Lan, her passing-the-buck pose was well-practiced, "Xiao Lan wants you to help check her composition!"

"Sure thing." Lin Nianhe walked over to Wen Lan swinging her little hands.

Joking, she had faced college entrance exams, written a thesis, and read two hundred novels. How could a mere composition be beyond her judgment?

Wen Lan handed over the paper to Lin Nianhe, and didn’t forget to remind, "Be careful not to get it dirty."

Lin Nianhe responded with a "Got it," hooked a small stool over with her foot, sat down, and started reading Wen Lan’s composition.

"My Day"

"At four-thirty, I got up from the kang, Meizi was still sleeping like a pig, like usual. Today was our turn to cook, out of kindness I didn’t wake her up and went to work in the kitchen by myself."

"At five, Hezi got up in the backyard, still asking ’Have you eaten?’ whenever he saw someone, as if he couldn’t see the wowotou in my hand."

"At nine, I heard those two silly girls dawdling and gossiping again..."

"At ten, two silly girls dawdling and gossiping."

"At ten past ten, the two cowards got called out and criticized by the squad leader..."

"..."

"At eight, went to sleep on the kang."

"It was truly a fulfilling and happy day!"

Lin Nianhe pinched the paper, closed her eyes in deep thought for three minutes, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Lin Nianhe looking around, Wang Shumei asked, "Nianhe, what are you looking for?"

Lin Nianhe: "Do you have a kitchen knife? A sickle would do... Oh right, lend me your wood-cutting axe."

Wang Shumei’s lips trembled slightly.

Wen Lan was puzzled, "What’s wrong? What are you going to do? Wait a moment with your other tasks, first tell me about my composition."

Lin Nianhe’s searching gesture froze, then slowly, she turned her head to look at Wen Lan.

Sister Lan was not flustered and met her gaze calmly, waiting for the praise.

Lin Nianhe looked at her and finally couldn’t help it, and slammed the paper onto the table: "Wen! Lan!"

Sister Lan was startled, subconsciously stood up: "What’s wrong?"

Lin Nianhe looked at her, gritted her teeth, even more, and finally, squeezed out three words through clenched teeth:

"Written! Well! Good!"

Wang Shumei: "..."

She waited all this time, and that’s it?

Lin Nianhe puffed her cheeks, her chest heaving rapidly.

She, she... she needed to calm down.

It wasn’t worth getting beaten up over a composition.

Wen Lan saw her red face and couldn’t help turning red as well: "Well, if it’s good, just praise it nicely, why make me all nervous."

After speaking, Wen Lan pulled the paper from Lin Nianhe’s hands and appreciated it again, sighing, "I am truly talented, written so well."

Lin Nianhe: "Ah right, right, right, you’re right."

Wen Lan’s gaze was intense as she looked at both of them, "What do you say if I send it to the county newspaper?"

Wang Shumei’s eyes tightened, gently discouraging, "Maybe not? Why don’t you think it over a bit more?"

Sister Lan thought for a while and also felt that sending it to the county newspaper might not be a good idea.

"Hmm, maybe you’re right, Meizi, I should send it to the newspaper in the provincial city."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Lin Nianhe: "This is a travesty!"