Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 151 - 150 Lin Nianhe’s Humanity

Chapter 151: Chapter 150 Lin Nianhe’s Humanity

Lin Nianhe sat on top of the wall, ready to jump off and run away at any moment.

She was really innocent.

Just now, Principal Wu said that it was not only important to focus on children’s education but also to pay attention to family education, to conduct home visits on schedule, and to make parents truly understand the importance of education.

Lin Nianhe then asked, what if one doesn’t know where the child’s home is?

Principal Wu didn’t want to answer that question and gave her a disdainful roll of her eyes.

Lin Nianhe brought up an example, even if one could follow the students there, what if something happened to the student on their way back after escorting her? Like what happened to Xiao Tiezhu who fell into the river before.

Then, Principal Wu picked up the shovel that had always been placed by the podium, accusing her of nitpicking and wanting to strike her.

Lin Nianhe thought her question was very reasonable; the mountain road was full of twists and turns, what if one really got lost? And it was pitch-dark; what if one really fell into the river?

Principal Wu thought to herself that someone who was not brain-sick would certainly remember the way, and that Lin Nianhe was just asking for a beating as she hadn’t been punished in three days.

Then, they stood in confrontation, one atop the wall and the other below.

After all, Principal Wu was not Wang Hong; even if she had Wang Hong’s shovel in hand, she couldn’t muster the same imposing manner.

If it had been Wang Hong, she would have thrown the shovel out long ago and knocked Lin Nianhe off the wall.

Principal Wu could only lean on the shovel, trying to coax Lin Nianhe to jump down on her own with words.

As for everyone else, they didn’t dare to get close.

They were not afraid that Principal Wu would lash out at them, but they felt that with Lin Nianhe’s temperament, if they dared to appear within five meters of her, they were destined to be dragged over as human shields.

Value life, keep away from Lin Nianhe.

Since the review exams began, this view had become a consensus among the Educated Youth Corps.

So they all stayed far away on the edge of the playground, only watching the excitement without helping.

The situation was at a stalemate until Li Dahe and He Aimin arrived.

Li Dahe managed to suppress the urge to push Lin Nianhe off the wall, grinding his molars as he said: "Teacher Lin, come down first, Captain He from the Nine-miles Team is here to visit the school!"

He gritted his teeth, as if he wished he could tear Lin Nianhe to pieces.

The face of the team captain was beaten sore!

It was hard being the team captain!

Atop the wall, Lin Nianhe turned her head back and caught sight of He Aimin taking over the walking stick, struggling to stand properly.

Nine-miles Team, He, broken leg.

A few key words flashed across Lin Nianhe’s mind, and she immediately thought of the furniture in the cabin when she first arrived.

At that time, she even wanted to present Uncle He with a banner of honor but gave up the idea for fear of stabbing the old man’s heart.

She flipped over from the wall and trotted all the way to He Aimin, coming to a stop with a deep ninety-degree bow.

He Aimin: "...?"

Is this... a Beijing courtesy?

"Uncle He, hehe, I’ve long heard about you, how’s your leg doing? Is the recovery going well? By the way, I now share the same profession as your daughter-in-law; you will have to introduce me to some people in the future. Since I’m inexperienced as a teacher, I need to learn a lot from my senior comrades!"

As Lin Nianhe spoke, she subtly squeezed Li Dahe to the side and took He Aimin’s other arm with eyes full of respect.

He Aimin... was a bit stupefied.

He looked at this lively little Educated youth, who was cute and lovely, spoke with a crisp voice, and had a smile that turned her eyes crescent-shaped, like a blooming sunflower.

He Aimin had certainly seen Educated Youth before, but those from his own team were like a bunch of wronged souls, either rolling their eyes or sneering and mocking when they saw him. If any of the villagers had a headache or fever, the youths couldn’t wait to set off firecrackers in celebration. Where would you find one so warm and eager to talk?

Thinking of the wronged Educated Youth in his own team, He Aimin suddenly felt that Lin Nianhe’s act of climbing the wall just now wasn’t so unacceptable after all.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a somewhat stiff smile: "Alright, that’s quite alright, thank you... um, how did you know my daughter-in-law is an elementary school teacher?"

On the other end, Li Dahe rolled his eyes a hundred and eight times in his mind.

This little bastard was so determined to stick close to He Aimin, wasn’t this just seeking a shield?

Moreover, she had chosen a fragile shield that couldn’t be touched but possessed a formidable deterrent power.

And that old guy hasn’t even caught on yet, feeling quite moved.

Li Dahe, with hands behind his back, hummed: "The furniture your family ordered from Laoer was finally sold to her; she knows everything, doesn’t she!"

Having said this, Li Dahe finally realized that it seemed there was nothing in Ten Miles Team that Lin Nianhe didn’t know about, starting from the day she arrived.

That girl...

He looked at Lin Nianhe suspiciously, then saw her smiling as if she were simple-minded, her head nodding so much that it confused him.

Li Dahe: "..." It’s all coincidence, definitely all coincidence.

Principal Wu heard the noise outside and came out, seeing Lin Nianhe hiding half her body behind He Aimin, she almost wanted to laugh in spite of her breath caught in her chest from anger.

Not to mention, when it comes to running away, really no one could compete with Lin Nianhe.

Principal Wu helplessly shook her head and went forward to greet He Aimin, with a very serious demeanor, as if the person who had been chasing Lin Nianhe with a shovel wasn’t her, as if all the embarrassment had never happened.

Principal Wu didn’t even realize that in some aspects, she was constantly being assimilated by Lin Nianhe.

Surrounded by a crowd, He Aimin entered the village school. Since the other classrooms were not yet tidied up, they temporarily entered the one that Principal Wu used to teach in.

"Lin... never mind, Xiao Xue, Hongqi, you two go to the Team’s headquarters and boil some water."

Principal Wu originally wanted to order Lin Nianhe to work, but seeing her like that, Principal Wu feared she’d either flood the Team’s headquarters with water or would come back only with the kettle, forgetting the teacups.

So, better not take the risk and find two who can really work!

Because it was a conversation between leaders, the remaining four teachers and He Jianjun were sent to the small sports field. In the classroom, they discussed the enrollment for Nine-miles Team.

On the sports field, Wang Dong dragged He Jianjun to the table tennis table built from bricks, handed him a paddle, and insisted on playing a match with him.

He Jianjun held the paddle awkwardly, very confused: "I don’t know how to play this."

"You don’t know how? That’s perfect, I like it when you don’t know!"

Wang Dong accidentally blurted out the honest truth.

This table tennis table was put together at the end of the school’s construction with some leftover bricks. For this, Lin Nianhe even made a special trip to town, bringing back six sets of table tennis paddles and a bag full of balls.

After the ping-pong diplomacy, the sport gained widespread popularity in China, and in Beijing, almost every housing compound had various types of ping-pong tables, some made with bricks, some pieced together with two tables.

Ever since the village school got its table tennis table, many people enjoyed coming for a game or just to watch and join the fun after meals and in their spare time.

Wang Dong was the one who loved playing table tennis the most; he almost grew roots on the sports field, so much so that fetching water and chopping firewood were done in the dark.

At first, Lin Nianhe was somewhat hopeful, thinking that with Wang Dong’s enthusiasm and effort, maybe one day he and his little ’slim pole’ could make it to the municipal team, the provincial team, or even the national team.

Until the day before yesterday, when Accountant Zhao, pushed by Aunt Zhao in a wheelchair, happened to pass by the village school to bask in the sun, Accountant Zhao was forcibly dragged onto the field by Wang Dong.

Accountant Zhao played the entire time sitting in his wheelchair, never moving;

Wang Dong scurried around all over the place, never hitting the ball.

Lin Nianhe finally realized that to succeed, effort and talent were both indispensable.