Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 143 - 142 Not Foolish

Chapter 143: Chapter 142 Not Foolish

Watching the two blank papers on the table, Sun Guanghui smiled naively.

He scratched his head and answered, "I don’t know how to do it, Principal, I’m not good at studying."

Principal Wu glared at him, "Is it possible that you couldn’t do a single question? Even if you don’t know anything else, not a word for the essay?"

Sun Guanghui nodded, "Hmm, I didn’t know how to write that essay."

An honest man’s lies are stubborn; regardless of how Principal Wu pressed him, Sun Guanghui simply insisted he couldn’t do it.

In the end, Principal Wu left frustrated, covering her chest and coughing.

She had been to the Ten Miles Team more than a few times since her arrival, and she knew everyone’s academic situation better than anyone.

Sun Guanghui claimed he couldn’t do a single question, a statement that Principal Wu would never believe even if she were beaten to death.

But there was nothing she could do; he stubbornly refused to say anything, and Principal Wu couldn’t exactly torture a confession out of him, nor could she find the right words to scold him.

Sun Guanghui left without a scratch, and just as he let out a sigh of relief upon exiting the door, he spotted Wang Shumei not far away.

Under the scorching afternoon sun, Wang Shumei stood on the little path in front of the team’s office, looking at him expressionlessly.

Sun Guanghui subconsciously swallowed and mustered the courage to walk over.

"Er, are you, you looking for Principal Wu?" Sun Guanghui fumbled for conversation.

Wang Shumei looked at him and said directly, "I’m looking for you."

"Ah? Oh, looking for me, for what?" Sun Guanghui’s heart drummed.

Wang Shumei looked at him and said bluntly, "You did it on purpose, not passing the exam, right?"

Sun Guanghui’s face flushed instantly, "No, no, how could I deliberately fail..."

"Tell the truth."

"Um... I did it on purpose."

Receiving the anticipated answer, Wang Shumei wasn’t too surprised.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then asked with a very soft voice, "Why?"

"No, no reason..."

"If you don’t tell the truth now, I’ll never speak to you again."

"I, I don’t want to compete with you... you all," Sun Guanghui tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to appear as natural as possible, "I’ve long since gotten used to farming, you... you all need this opportunity more."

How could Wang Shumei not understand his true thoughts?

She licked her lips and said in a soft voice, "There are six spots, no need for you to step aside for me."

"Heh heh..." Sun Guanghui chuckled naively, "I know."

He knew, but he was still afraid, just in case.

He had done his calculations these past days. Among the male educated youths, those four who didn’t take leaves had basically given up, and he also observed their review progress from the sidelines, feeling they weren’t a concern.

He figured, if he didn’t sit the exam, it would essentially be the seven of them competing for six spots; as long as Wang Shumei didn’t underperform, she should be able to pass.

Moreover, he was afraid it would be Wang Shumei’s spot that he might end up taking.

If that happened, he would be filled with regret.

It was better to just hand in a blank paper. If she passed, then that would be the best outcome. If she didn’t, he could still help her with farm work later on.

Wang Shumei looked at his naive face, her face reddening as she softly reprimanded, "Idiot."

To the educated youths, the difference between ten centimeters of land and five yuan of subsidy each month was glaringly obvious.

While everyone else was fervently competing, this fool voluntarily gave it up.

Wang Shumei’s eyes reddened, and she pursed her lips as she looked at his face bronzed and reddened by the sun.

"Hey, hey don’t cry."

Sun Guanghui panicked, clumsily trying to wipe her tears, half-extending his hand before stopping. He hastily plucked a leaf from a climbing vine and handed it to Wang Shumei, with all sincerity, "Wipe it off with this."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Sun Guanghui pushed the leaf forward a bit: "Use it hard, there’s plenty."

Wang Shumei broke into a smile and reached out to take the green leaf.

She didn’t use it to wipe her tears, but pinched its stem, and with a small flick of her fingertips, it began to spin.

She asked, "What about you? What will you do?"

"Me?" Sun Guanghui saw that she stopped crying, and he smiled as well, "I’m fine. There’s nothing for me to worry about at home, and I can support myself through my work. As long as you... as long as you’re fine, that’s all that matters."

His voice grew softer as he spoke, and by the end, his face was flushed red.

Wang Shumei thought he would take the opportunity to say something more, but after a long wait, all she heard was his heavy breathing.

Wang Shumei looked up at him and couldn’t help but say another word: "Idiot."

"Not an idiot."

Sun Guanghui looked into her eyes, stressing earnestly.

...

In the cornfield, Lin Nianhe took off her gloves and, hidden by the corn leaves, took out a piece of cola ice from her space and threw it into her mouth.

The coolness of the cola ice instantly drove away the heat, and she closed her eyes comfortably.

"Shasha..."

Footsteps were approaching from behind.

Lin Nianhe’s pupils shrank as she quickly crushed the cola ice and swallowed it, then swiftly pulled up the weeds beside her.

"Comrade Lin."

The footsteps stopped behind her, accompanied by a hoarse male voice.

Lin Nianhe turned around and asked Zhou Chujiang who was standing behind her, "Is something the matter?"

So Widow Zhao really didn’t see it wrong, it was indeed him eulogizing the rye waves in the cornfield, his voice hoarse, what was he picturing?

Zhou Chujiang looked at the weeds beside her and frowned, "Comrade Lin, you can already become a teacher, why do you still work on the farm?"

Lin Nianhe, with a somewhat sore neck, stood up leaning on her knees, and said to him, "I’m an educated youth who went to the countryside, of course, I should do farm work. Not only now, but during the busy farming season when school starts, I will also need to work."

She casually took off her work gloves and gently tapped off the dust on them.

Zhou Chujiang stared at her slightly reddened fingertips, his brows knitted tightly as if he had seen someone throw white rice on the ground and then step on it a couple of times.

He took a deep breath, pointing at Lin Nianhe’s hands shakily, his words extremely earnest, "Your hands should be holding a pen, not a hoe!"

Lin Nianhe looked at the work gloves in her hand, then looked at Zhou Chujiang with sympathy, "I didn’t hold a hoe."

Looking at such a decent person, it turns out he’s blind.

Zhou Chujiang’s breathing halted, not knowing how to respond to that.

"You, you..." Zhou Chujiang was panting heavily and after a long while, managed to squeeze out, "This isn’t right, you shouldn’t be doing farm work."

Lin Nianhe looked at him as if he was a complete fool: "If I don’t do farm work, what will I eat?"

Lin Nianhe’s question was not simply out of a desire to retort.

She was suddenly reminded of the team leader mistaking Wen Lan for her.

A gossip’s keen sense of smell told her that there must be a juicy story here.

So, she had to test the waters to see whether he would draw a pie in the sky with "I’ll support you," or say something like "You’re so outstanding, you can survive without this."

Zhou Chujiang righteously proclaimed, "How can one forsake their dreams for momentary pleasure? You should not be so worldly!"

Lin Nianhe did not expect this answer at all.

This proves that scumbags aren’t a new species that evolved only with the changing times.

Lin Nianhe lifted the corners of her lips and measured him up from head to toe: "You’re noble, you’re great, you can live off the air."