Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 115 - 114 She Doesn’t Want This Talent

Chapter 115: Chapter 114 She Doesn’t Want This Talent

Principal Wu originally came to look for Lin Nianhe, but ended up being dragged by Wen Lan to read several compositions.

Principal Wu was patient, and he carefully analyzed and described how to write a good composition, word by word, sentence by sentence.

At first, Wen Lan was the only listener in this composition lesson, but later, everyone who stayed at the Educated Youth Corps came over to listen.

Far from being nervous because of the increased number of students, Principal Wu became even more enthusiastic and vivid as he spoke.

It was during this time that Lin Nianhe slipped back to her own cottage.

She only remembered that she had to prepare for her class today after Wang Shumei mentioned Principal Wu!

Of course, what she needed to prepare wasn’t the content of the lesson; there were still enough children in the team for her to teach another class.

What she needed to prepare was the lotus painting she had promised the aunties yesterday.

She didn’t have a ready-made painting, so she could only draw one herself.

Lin Nianhe had learned painting before; sketching, watercolor, oil painting, she had dabbled in them all. Although not at a professional level, painting a lotus was well within her capabilities.

She took a sheet of drawing paper, and just as she outlined a rough sketch with a pencil, classes ended in the front courtyard.

Amidst the clamor of footsteps, she heard Principal Wu’s slightly dragging, slower footsteps, with an occasional cough or two.

Lin Nianhe felt a slight ache in her heart.

She didn’t have a cough, but just teaching a class yesterday made her feel throat discomfort, let alone Principal Wu...

Familiarly, Principal Wu moved to the window and peeked in to see what she was doing.

Lin Nianhe pushed the drawing paper towards him, smiling as she asked, "Principal Wu, is class over?"

"Mhm." Principal Wu nodded, and unceremoniously said to her, "Pour me a bowl of water to drink."

"Alright."

Lin Nianhe stood up and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of autumn pear jam for Principal Wu.

Before taking the water out, she specially took a new jar, tore off the label on the glass bottle, and casually sanded the bottle cap a couple of times with sandpaper.

After a simple aging, the jar of autumn pear jam now looked as though it was homemade, stored in a canning jar.

Lin Nianhe placed the jar back on the stove and went out with the warm water to give to Principal Wu.

Seeing the color of the water, Principal Wu frowned: "Why did you make honey water? Keep it for yourself, I don’t like sweets."

When elders say they don’t like a certain food, there’s at least an eighty percent chance they just don’t want to bother you for it.

Lin Nianhe forcefully handed the bowl to Principal Wu, with a stern face she said, "You have to drink it even if you don’t like it; this is autumn pear jam, it’s for nourishment and to stop coughs. Consider it medicine."

Principal Wu’s heart felt warm, she took a sip, slightly sweet, not greasy.

Perhaps it was psychological, but as soon as the water passed through her throat, she felt much more comfortable.

Lin Nianhe brought over two small stools, and the two of them sat face to face in the courtyard.

Resting her chin on one hand, babbling, "You, at such an old age, still don’t know how to take care of yourself. Haven’t you thought about what the kids would do if something happened to you? Are they supposed to rely on me instead?"

Principal Wu pursed her lips and smiled: "What? Can’t they rely on you?"

"Do you think I’m reliable?" Lin Nianhe countered.

This question hit Principal Wu hard, she was stunned for a while, and then lifted her head to drink all the water.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Although she was prepared, seeing it firsthand was still a bit painful.

Holding the bowl, Principal Wu looked at the sky and said, "I just came back from the field, the female comrades are very enthusiastic about learning, they don’t forget the new words even when they’re working."

"Really?" Lin Nianhe laughed, "Then I need to paint a few more paintings."

Principal Wu had heard her yesterday talking about giving paintings to the aunties who could write all the new words correctly, hearing this he just smiled.

She smiled for a moment but then became a bit nervous, quietly asking, "Nianhe, I’m actually a bit worried... Although you used the Advanced Cultural Team to deceive everyone out of good intentions, how long can this be concealed? In the future..."

Lin Nianhe "hmm" sound, casually said: "No need to be nervous, just wait for ten days or half a month, invite comrades from the Victory Team under the pretext of encouraging children to go to school, both sides will be taken care of."

Principal Wu was slightly confused, "You had this planned already?"

Lin Nianhe: "No, it’s this immoral idea that uncontrollably burrows into my mind."

Lin Nianhe realized that in some matters, she really had too much talent.

She didn’t want this talent at all!

Principal Wu laughed for a while, commented: "Although it’s not a very formal method, it probably will be very effective. In case of emergency, let’s just go with this."

As she spoke, she stood up: "You continue to draw, I’m heading back now."

She wanted to leave, but her clothing was pulled.

Lin Nianhe was pulling at her clothing, looking up at her pitifully: "Principal Wu, let’s not decide so hastily, I think there could still be a more legitimate method."

Principal Wu patiently responded, "Then say it."

"...I can’t think of any."

Principal Wu left, Lin Nianhe struggled for a long while and really couldn’t think of any other method.

Finally, she silently tied another red string around her wrist.

This time, she chose a thicker one.

After dinner, the gong sounded again.

This time, Lin Nianhe arrived on time, only to surprisingly find that she was the last one to classroom.

The aunties either didn’t notice her or were muttering to themselves while writing with their fingers on the tabletop, or clustered together in small groups studying.

Lin Nianhe believed that most of them didn’t see the use of literacy, and perhaps even thought it was a waste of their resting time.

They were so diligent only because they didn’t want to discredit their team.

Simple and sincere.

Lin Nianhe waited for a while, waiting until seven o’clock before clearing her throat, interrupting the aunties’ studies.

"Let’s start the dictation."

The result of the dictation... was not optimistic.

Ninety-three students in the class, and none got everything correct.

Lin Nianhe shrugged her shoulders, innocently said: "No one got everything right, so this lotus painting can only be shown to everyone."

Saying that, she raised her most satisfying lotus painting from the afternoon to show the aunties.

"Wow, that’s a beautiful flower!"

"Hahaha, no wonder Li Hehua is so pretty, her name suits her well."

Aunt Li was the most disappointed among them.

Yesterday, after she went home, she talked about the lotus painting with her family, and Li Hehua was very interested in the ’flower’ part of her name and wanted to know what a lotus actually looked like.

She also thought about winning the painting to hang in her little girl’s room.

Aunt Li feeling a bit awkward, asked Lin Nianhe: "Miss Lin, if I get everything right in tomorrow’s dictation, can this painting be given to me?"

Lin Nianhe smiled sweetly, "Sure... besides this painting, I still have lots of notebooks and pencils here, if any auntie gets them all correct, she can choose one from the pencils, notebooks or the painting as a reward."

Second Aunt Li nudged Aunt Li with her elbow, quietly said: "Sister-in-law, if I get everything right tomorrow, I’ll choose the painting. I’ll give it to Xiao Hehua."

"Notebooks are also rewards? That’s great, I can give them to my little bastard at home."

"Wow, I didn’t expect that participating in literacy could make money!"

Watching the aunties all full of fighting spirit, Lin Nianhe felt that tomorrow in the cornfields, the enthusiasm for learning might even be higher.

Recalling how Wang Dong once got kicked for trying to read while working... Lin Nianhe began to worry about the team leader’s hair.