Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 141 - 140: The Poet in the Cornfield

Chapter 141: Chapter 140: The Poet in the Cornfield

Lin Nianhe has always been self-aware and avoids doing things beyond her capabilities.

For example, she can’t fight with Wen Lan, Xiao Lan, or Sister Lan.

Her 500-word composition quoted half from Mr. Liang’s "Youth China" and the rest was just to stitch those quotes together... and submit this?

She fears the newspaper editor would come from miles away to kill her.

Perhaps she refused too quickly and too firmly, leaving Zhou Chujiang bewildered.

He rubbed his ears, looking uncertainly at Lin Nianhe, "I’m sorry, I didn’t catch what you just said."

Lin Nianhe kindly repeated: "No need, don’t bother, no trouble, I won’t submit it, thank you."

Zhou Chujiang looked around blankly.

He was the most talented Chinese language teacher at Lan County High School, often hoped by colleagues and students to mention them when submitting works... Now he offered the opportunity to Lin Nianhe, and she outright refused?

Zhou Chujiang suddenly laughed at himself, shaking his head repeatedly, his expression complex.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

This person doesn’t seem normal, so maybe she shouldn’t even ask for her straw hat back.

She just had three peaceful days and didn’t want more trouble.

A straw hat is not as important as her peace.

Thinking this, Lin Nianhe swallowed her irritation, stood up, patted her clothes, took two steps back to distance herself, and nodded to Zhou Chujiang: "Comrade Zhou, as you wish, I’m going back."

She left immediately after speaking, not giving Zhou Chujiang any chance to detain her.

Zhou Chujiang stood by the river and laughed for a while, then looked at the blue sky, the tree leaves, and then down at the river.

The man in the water had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a very popular look nowadays.

Hmm, not only is he talented, but also quite handsome.

Zhou Chujiang first affirmed himself, then another doubt emerged:

So... did she not understand his hint?

...

"Ah!"

"You are the fruit of the harvest!"

"You are the boundless wheat waves!"

"You are my light, my lighthouse!"

"You are..."

In the afternoon by the cornfield, the cadenced recitation drowned out the rustling leaves.

The corn stalks were taller than people, and from a distance, only straw hats could be seen moving between them.

This increased the difficulty for the squad leaders’ work, after all, you can’t tell who is who by their straw hats.

The other squads might find it bothersome, but the fifth squad didn’t have this problem—

"Lin Nianhe! What are you doing? Rooted in the ground?"

In the fifth squad, the only one who might stand still for half a day without moving would probably be the Educated Youth Lin, who wasn’t even efficient at skiving.

Yes, this afternoon, all the Educated Youths resumed work.

Perhaps some of them didn’t really want to work, the main reason for coming out was because it was too noisy in the backyard of the Educated Youth Corps.

From afar, across seven or eight ridges of green lands, a hand waved high: "Uncle! I’m here! I’ve been moving!"

Lin Nianhe said this, as if trying to make herself more visible and convincing, parted the corn leaves and clambered up the ridge.

She looked at the squad leader, helplessly gesturing, "Uncle, you’ve mistaken someone for me again? Let’s be serious, you can’t keep doing this, people might think I’ve sworn brotherhood with the corn."

The squad leader looked at her and then at the person who hadn’t moved at all, confirming that indeed he had called the wrong name this time.

Embarrassed, he scratched his nose and, in search of the truth, quickly stepped off the ridge toward the real person.

Lin Nianhe sat down on the ridge, picked up a water bottle, and drank.

The squad leader approached the wooden post, too shocked to even speak.

The reason is none other than Wen Lan, who was idling away at her work.

The team leader looked at her, his voice hesitant: "Educated Youth Wen, did you... sprain your ankle?"

Wen Lan suddenly snapped back to reality, realizing she had been holding onto a corn leaf for a long time without moving.

Her face immediately turned red. First shaking her head, then realizing, she nodded vigorously.

The team leader looked at her suspiciously: "What exactly is the matter with you?"

Wen Lan tugged at the corners of her mouth, patting her thigh: "My, my leg’s gone numb."

"Ah..."

The team leader let out a long sigh of relief.

That scared him to death, he thought, how could Educated Youth Wen not be working properly.

The team leader said: "Then move around a bit, and rest if you need to."

"Okay, okay." Wen Lan guiltily lowered her eyes, nodding like a pecking chicken.

The team leader didn’t mention docking points because this was the first time in months that Wen Lan had this issue, and he was willing to believe it was just leg numbness.

The team leader returned to the edge of the field, and was immediately met with Lin Nianhe’s curious gaze: "Uncle, who was it this time?"

She was holding a water bottle in one hand and fanning herself with a straw hat in the other, sitting on the edge of the field, her legs swinging.

The team leader said: "Who it was before doesn’t matter, but if you don’t go back to work now, you won’t even earn two work points today."

Lin Nianhe nonchalantly responded: "Okay, got it."

The team leader said: "The six-year-old Doggie earned three points yesterday for pulling weeds."

Lin Nianhe suddenly stood up, twisting the cap of her water bottle as she walked back, mumbling: "That won’t do, I can’t be worse than a kid... Just three points, let’s do it!"

The team leader deeply regretted.

He should have given a four-point example!

"Ah!"

"You are the dazzling star!"

"You are the moon at the edge of the sky!"

"You are..."

The cornfield quieted down, and the reciting voice once again reached everyone’s ears.

Lin Nianhe came to work mainly to find some peace, but here was someone inopportunely reciting poetry; she clenched her teeth, pulling weeds with even more force.

Nearby, Wang Shumei’s voice rang out: "Nianhe, who has the leisure to recite poetry in the field in the afternoon, isn’t he tired?"

Lin Nianhe glanced towards the source of the voice, barely seeing a piece of a garment.

She rolled her eyes: "So it was a recitation, I always thought he was singing off-key!"

"Pfft..."

"Ha ha ha..."

Laughter echoed from several directions.

Widow Zhao’s voice carried over: "I was just watching, it’s that male teacher... Hey, Educated Youth Lin, you’re educated, how’s his poetry?"

Before Lin Nianhe could answer, Aunt Li chimed in: "How is it? I don’t think it’s any good, what about waves of wheat? Ours here is corn."

"Ha ha ha..."

After the laughter, Widow Zhao said: "Educated Youth Lin, can you write poems? Write one for us?"

Lin Nianhe: "Ah?"

How did this get turned over to her?

"Yes, yes, Educated Youth Lin write one!"

"Quick, Miss Lin don’t be shy, your poem must be better than anyone else’s!"

Lin Nianhe: "Heh."

Thanks to the aunties for holding her in such high regard!

If Lin Nianhe had known that her sneer would be misinterpreted in that way, she would have never let out such a laugh...