Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 182 - 181 Ding! Open to a Xiao Tian Genius

Chapter 182: Chapter 181 Ding! Open to a Xiao Tian Genius

"You don’t need to sweep the floor."

Lin Nianhe took the broom from Niuwa’s hands and casually put it aside.

She sat down on the chair, lifted the little guy onto her lap, and took the comic book he had just been flipping through.

The book was "Forest Sea Snow," and from Lin Nianhe’s perspective, the illustration was rather rough, but for Niuwa, it was a precious treasure.

Lin Nianhe stuffed a piece of white rabbit creamy candy into his mouth and pinched his little cheek saying, "You keep reading, and once I have put the books away, I’ll teach you how to read, alright?"

"Thank you, Sister Lin."

With candy in his mouth, Niuwa’s eyes sparkled.

"Sister Lin, then I’ll read a little more before I go sweep the yard." He said earnestly.

Lin Nianhe wanted to stress "No need for you to do it" again, but after a second thought, she nodded, "Alright, you can sweep the yard later."

Lin Nianhe set him down to read the comic book by himself, while she placed books suitable for first-graders onto the bookshelf.

The classroom was quiet, with only the sound of flipping pages.

Lin Nianhe had recently watched a complete set of elementary school online courses, gaining countless teaching experiences from various distinguished teachers, yet, she was still a bit nervous.

After all, her first lesson in life... had been a harsh one given by the aunties, branded as "a cruel deception".

She thought she might start by teaching Niuwa, combining theory with practice so that problems could be identified early.

But...

"This character is ’I’."

Niuwa obediently repeated, "I."

"This is ’you’."

"You."

"This is ’she’, referring specifically to a girl."

"She—referring specifically to a girl."

Lin Nianhe moved her finger to the first character: "Niuwa, what is this character?"

"I."

"And this one?"

"You."

"And this?"

"She, referring specifically to a girl."

Niuwa blinked his big eyes and asked, "Sister Lin, did I say it right?"

Lin Nianhe licked her lips and nodded, "Then, shall we try writing them?"

She regretted saying that as soon as the words left her mouth, knowing these three characters were somewhat complex for children who had just started to learn to read.

In the next moment, she saw Niuwa mimicking her grip on the pen, holding it upright and starting to write on the rough paper, following her strokes.

One stroke after another, the sequence was not bad.

Apart from the initial struggle with holding and controlling the pen, and some skewed strokes, there were no major issues overall.

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Was it that she was naturally intelligent, destined to be a teacher? Or was it that watching a complete set of courses from distinguished teachers gave her a teachers’ buff?

Niuwa looked at his written characters, pouted and said, "They look ugly."

Then, the little fellow erased those penciled characters and rewrote them.

Lin Nianhe noticed that this time, the little guy wrote without hesitations and didn’t look at the textbook again.

The characters visibly looked better than the first attempt.

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

When Niuwa was about to erase the characters for the second time, Lin Nianhe stopped him.

Holding the pencil, Niuwa looked at her puzzledly, "Sister Lin?"

"Let’s go show it to Principal Wu," Lin Nianhe said with mixed feelings as he took Niuwa’s little hand.

"Ah? Can I write it again? I don’t think it looks very good," Niuwa said nervously.

"No need for now, just show her the second time you wrote."

Lin Nianhe took Niuwa to the yard where Principal Wu was still mending a shoe sole.

Seeing them, Principal Wu asked, "What’s wrong? Weren’t you learning how to read? Couldn’t sit still?"

She smiled, put aside her awl, and reached out to Niuwa.

Niuwa obediently held her hand and replied, "Sister Lin said I should show you my writing."

"Okay, let me see." Principal Wu didn’t think much and reached out to Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe, holding the exercise book, said, "Principal, you might want to sit tight for this."

"Don’t be so dramatic, let me see," Principal Wu, who claimed to have seen countless students’ writing, thought she had seen all kinds of handwriting.

She thought to herself that she would need to tell Lin Nianhe later that it’s normal for children who have just started school to have poor handwriting and that they shouldn’t... wait, what?

Looking at the neatly written characters ’you, me, her’ in the notebook, she was a bit stunned, "This is... did you write this?" she asked Niuwa.

Niuwa slightly bowed his head, feeling embarrassed, "Sorry, it’s not very nice..."

Principal Wu’s eyes widened, and she glanced at Lin Nianhe, seeking clarification.

Lin Nianhe pointed to her own eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes."

"Oh my goodness." Principal Wu holding the notebook, looked at Niuwa with eyes full of surprise, "Niuwa, you write really well!"

This time it was Niuwa’s turn to be confused, "Ah? But compared to Sister Lin..."

"Ha ha ha, good boy, why compare with her? How many years has she been writing?" Principal Wu laughed, pinched Niuwa’s cheek, "Give me this sheet, I want to keep it."

Saying this, she took a fountain pen out of her pocket and wrote at the blank space at the bottom of the page:

"August 21, 1975, Niuwa’s first time writing."

Principal Wu stood up, taking the notebook back inside.

She carefully cut out that page with scissors and placed it in one of her work notebooks.

Lin Nianhe, standing by the door with Niuwa, watching her actions said, "Principal, I forgot to tell you... these three words, I only taught Niuwa once, and he only saw me write them once."

Principal Wu’s hand trembled, and the notebook fell on the table.

Lin Nianhe, holding Niuwa’s hand, earnestly asked, "Do you think it’s because of my teaching method, or is Niuwa exceptionally talented?"

Principal Wu looked at her and decisively said, "Of course, Niuwa is exceptionally talented!"

Lin Nianhe: "Isn’t there a slight possibility that I taught well?"

Principal Wu didn’t want to argue with her anymore, directly pulled Niuwa to a desk, casually opened a newspaper, and started teaching him, "People—Daily—Newspaper—"

"People—Daily—Newspaper—"

Niuwa followed and read.

Principal Wu opened the notebook and said to him, "Now, Niuwa, watch the order of my strokes."

She slowed down as she wrote the four characters, then handed the pen to Niuwa.

Niuwa, almost as tall as the table, stood on his tiptoes and carefully wrote the four characters.

Principal Wu looked up at Lin Nianhe, "Do you still think this has something to do with you?"

Lin Nianhe looked up to the sky, her right fist striking her left palm, "My initial teaching is really not bad is it. To start off teaching a little genius, so this means you saw my true capability, that’s why you let me teach first grade, right!"

Principal Wu: "..."

Not at all.

She was just worried Lin Nianhe, appearing too youthful, wouldn’t be able to manage college students.

Niuwa carefully capped the fountain pen, looking at Lin Nianhe and nodding vigorously, "Sister Lin teaches well."

Lin Nianhe stood straight, bold and confident, "See, see? When a student says it’s good, it’s truly good!"

Principal Wu: "Nianhe, go get the shovel Aunt Wang gave me."

Lin Nianhe: "..."