Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 156 - 155: She Could Be Interested in You?

Chapter 156: Chapter 155: She Could Be Interested in You?

Su Yuncheng didn’t want Lin Nianhe to stay alone in the compartment.

No, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was that he dared not.

Even though the sleeper compartment had few people and most of them had some background, he was still afraid that someone passing by would see Lin Nianhe’s appearance and have ill intentions.

After all, she didn’t have a brick or kitchen knife on hand at the moment.

There was also no wall here for her to climb over.

Even if there was... He still wouldn’t feel relieved.

Su Yuncheng looked at this clueless old leader and did not move an inch.

Sun Bo walked a few steps before noticing that Su Yuncheng was still standing there, puzzled, he looked at him from an angle Lin Nianhe couldn’t see and made faces: "What are you thinking about? Let’s go."

Sun Bo understood Su Yuncheng. Whenever the Cultural Troupe came to perform conciliatory shows, he would either call in sick or take personal leave, and even if he had to attend, he would arrive the latest and leave the earliest.

There were also those who enthusiastically tried to set him up with someone... and then he would volunteer to go to war.

Sun Bo once asked him whether he disliked singing, dancing, or women.

Su Yuncheng replied: None of them.

Adding one more thing: With that time, I’d rather run a few more laps.

Therefore, Su Yuncheng’s previous ambiguous answers about relationship questions were interpreted by Sun Bo as—

Not a couple. And also not convenient to directly reject her.

Sun Bo felt, as Su Yuncheng’s former leader, even though this kid is no longer under his command, he should still care about him.

Finding an opportunity to take him away, let him get some distance from that girl, give him a breather.

Sun Bo was almost moved to tears by his own good intentions.

Then he saw Su Yuncheng standing still, giving him a look that was a bit hard to explain with words.

When Su Yuncheng saw him turn back, he pointed to the empty bunk next to the partition: "Let’s talk right here."

After a pause, he added: "It’s not safe."

Sun Bo subconsciously replied: "We can go to the back of the carriage, it’s not unsafe, what am I going to do, fall off the train?"

Su Yuncheng: "I’m worried about her safety being here alone."

Sun Bo: "...?"

He was stunned for a while, then suddenly pinched his own thigh.

It hurt!

So he was not dreaming, this kid really had changed?

Su Yuncheng ignored Sun Bo’s actions, opened his suitcase, and took out two books, placing two paper bags on the table, one with sunflower seeds, one with peanuts.

He instructed Lin Nianhe: "I’ll be back soon, just kill some time and don’t sleep."

"Okay, got it." Lin Nianhe’s lips curled up slightly, "You guys go ahead, I’m fine, not sleepy."

"Good." Su Yuncheng nodded, "Call me if you need anything, and tell me if you’re going out."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe glanced at Sun Bo.

Tsk, his mouth was hanging open so wide, it looked like his jaw was about to dislocate.

Not only was Sun Bo’s jaw about to dislocate, but the neurons responsible for his thoughts were almost dislocated too.

He didn’t know how he made it to the next compartment, and even forgot what he had intended to say.

In the narrow space left with only him and Su Yuncheng, the first thing he did was to grab Su Yuncheng’s face, smearing it from left to right.

Su Yuncheng: "Do you... need something?"

Sun Bo muttered to himself: "This isn’t right, this isn’t pretend... So you really are Su Yuncheng?" then continued twisting Su Yuncheng’s face.

Su Yuncheng: "..."

Annoyance flashed through his eyes as he raised his hand to block Sun Bo’s hand, asking, "What exactly do you need?"

Sun Bo surveyed him with a skeptical eye from head to toe, and still found nothing fake.

Furrowing his brows and with a serious expression, he asked:

"What exactly is going on between you and Miss Lin?"

"..."

"Do your parents know?"

"..."

"Would her parents agree?"

"..."

"Miss Lin seems pretty normal, she’s into you?"

"..."

"Pfft..."

Lin Nianhe quickly covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

She really didn’t mean to eavesdrop.

It was just that Sun Bo’s voice was getting louder and louder.

Could she say she laughed on purpose? She wanted to remind them to keep their voices down!

Indeed, thanks to Lin Nianhe’s "reminder," the two people’s voices became much softer, and amidst the roaring noise of the train, Lin Nianhe couldn’t make out what they were saying anymore.

She wasn’t really listening intently, sipping her warm milk slowly and watching the sky gradually turn white, thinking about how she could get an extra half month of leave to visit her family from Li Dahe.

It wouldn’t be hard to forge the production team’s stamp; she could manage with a radish carving, and Li Dahe’s handwriting was not hard to mimic, just tracing it would do... But if she didn’t return, Li Dahe would surely report it to the commune, and a few phone calls would expose her.

Hmm? Why was she thinking about forgery?

Lin Nianhe shook her head, discarding thoughts that didn’t fit her character.

She is an open, honest, and kind-hearted good person; she should not solve problems through deceit.

As she was shaking her head, Su Yuncheng came back.

"Feeling motion sick?" he asked.

"Ah? No, no." Lin Nianhe, seeing him, couldn’t help but want to laugh again.

She suddenly became very curious about what he had done in the past, why he had left such a bad impression with his former boss that even a dog wouldn’t care to bother with him.

Her eyes as if speaking, Su Yuncheng caught her speculative gaze immediately.

He didn’t want to answer, sitting down opposite her, casually shelling peanuts: "I have to go away next week."

"Hmm?" Lin Nianhe watched his hands, casually asking, "Where to?"

His fingers were slender, with clear joints, calluses on the fingertip pads, and neatly rounded, clean-trimmed nails, quite attractive.

Su Yuncheng passed her some peanuts, answering, "I can’t tell."

Lin Nianhe took the peanuts from his hand, her soft fingertips brushing across his palm, slightly ticklish.

She didn’t eat the peanuts, holding them between her fingers, looking at him and asking, "Is it dangerous?"

"There might be some danger."

"Will you be gone long?"

"Maybe three months, at least ten days."

"Then... take care."

"Yeah, don’t worry."

"I’ll wait for you to come back."

"Alright. If you need anything, you can ask Zhou Xu to handle it; if you have to go to the police station, go directly to Uncle Liu at the gate, he can take care of things."

"Okay, I will take care of myself. When you come back, let’s eat shabu-shabu."

"Sure."

Their conversation was brief, free of exaggerated questioning or suspicions, and without any superficial clinginess.

Their demeanor was so calm, as if they were accustomed to such separations, even if this was the first time.

She believed he’d return safely, and he believed she’d obediently wait for him.

That was enough.

The train traveled along the tracks, meticulously following its predetermined path, everything unfolding as pre-planned.

Lin Nianhe slept for a while in the train, covered with Su Yuncheng’s jacket.

Su Yuncheng sat opposite her, watching her, his eyes dry and blurry before he allowed himself to blink.

Four hours flew by, and Su Yuncheng woke her up half an hour before their stop.

Lin Nianhe slept deeply and was still a bit groggy upon waking, her cheeks flushed.

Standing up, she said subconsciously, "I’m going to wash my face."

The train rocked quite sharply, and she swayed a few steps, stabilizing herself with the table.

Su Yuncheng offered a towel, "Let me wring a towel for you to wipe your face, I didn’t bring a basin."

Lin Nianhe paused for a moment before realizing, still groggy from sleep, that there was no running water on the train at this time.

She chuckled, tapping her own head: "I was still half asleep, thought I was at home."

Su Yuncheng chuckled softly, casually ruffling her hair as he passed her, then hurried to find the train conductor to get hot water for the towel.

Lin Nianhe yawned, standing up to fold the sheet.

As she was tidying up, a little boy with a round head and short legs came running over.

As the train rocked, the little guy swayed along.

His body bounced around the coach, seemingly indifferent to the bumps, laughing gleefully, ignoring his mother’s calls from behind.

Lin Nianhe was drawn by the laughter, turning just in time to see him rebound again.

This time he lost his balance, his left leg tripping over his right, leaning sideways toward the corner of the table.