Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 211 - 210: High-profile Big Shot Makes a Dazzling Entrance

Chapter 211: Chapter 210: High-profile Big Shot Makes a Dazzling Entrance

Lin Nianhe has the courage to face failure, but it depends on the situation.

Because she couldn’t find the gate led to failure...

If she wasn’t a teacher, if Principal Wu wasn’t secretly watching, if Zhang Dahu wasn’t just a kid, Lin Nianhe would definitely grab this brat and dump him in front of the black market, and if he still didn’t succeed she’d break his legs!

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, trying as hard as she could to calm herself down.

She must be a role model for her students... he is just a kid, she must be patient, she cannot physically punish students...

Before Lin Nianhe could speak again, Zhang Dahu, with a mischievous smile, asked her: "Teacher Lin, I heard that you manage the black market in Lan County? Can you take me there?"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Spare the rod and spoil the child!

"Teacher Lin, look at me, I can run really fast and I’m strong, let me work with you!"

Lin Nianhe: "Work with your head."

She wanted to borrow Principal’s spade, or even Widow Zhao’s willow twig would do.

Is this kid a spinning top or what? He really is asking for a beating!

Zhang Dahu looked up and saw the vast rage in Lin Nianhe’s eyes, blinked twice, his tone softened by thirty percent: "Teacher Lin, I can really do it, trust me."

Lin Nianhe looked at his sunburnt reddish-black face and silently reminded herself - What can a child know? It must be that evil source Wu Genmao whispering nonsense to him!

And besides, she can’t physically punish students in front of Principal Wu, unless she wanted to get beaten up herself.

Lin Nianhe chanted the Qingjing Jing twenty times in her mind, finally suppressing the anger boiling inside her and coming up with an idea.

She sat on a stool and casually flipped open the lesson plan on the desk, asking nonchalantly: "Come on, tell me, what can you do?"

Zhang Dahu’s eyes immediately lit up, he scooted over to Lin Nianhe and earnestly said: "Teacher Lin, I’m really fast at running!"

Lin Nianhe glanced at him: "Then how did Wu Genmao catch up with you?"

"Uh..."

Zhang Dahu was at a loss for words.

Wu Genmao did catch him while he was running, and then he was easily captured.

Zhang Dahu scratched his head, saying: "Teacher Lin, he’s an adult, I’m just a kid."

Lin Nianhe continued to challenge: "I don’t care if it’s an adult or a child, I only want the fastest."

Zhang Dahu let out an "ah," slightly disappointed.

But a moment later, he perked up again and continued to boast about his strengths: "I’m strong, I can carry a lot of things!"

"Can you carry a hundred pounds of stuff?"

"..."

"I, I... I know all the wild vegetables on the mountain..."

"There are many who know that, am I supposed to rely on you alone to supply the whole town with wild vegetables?"

"..."

"I can fight!"

"You? Forget it, I can hold your head with one hand and you won’t be able to touch me."

"..."

Zhang Dahu’s little face completely fell.

He looked dejectedly at Lin Nianhe, somewhat questioning his life.

Lin Nianhe flipped to another page, still not looking at him, and said lightly: "By the way, I do need someone to do the accounts."

Suddenly, Zhang Dahu’s eyes shone brightly, he raised his hand high: "I’ll do it! I can do it!"

Finally, Lin Nianhe put down the booklet, looked him up and down seriously and asked, "You sure you can?"

"Yes! I can! I’m really good at it!" Zhang Dahu nodded vigorously, afraid to miss this opportunity.

Lin Nianhe shook her head: "I don’t think you can."

"I really can!" Zhang Dahu became anxious, his brows furrowed.

Lin Nianhe said: "Doing the accounts requires math skills, can you handle it?"

"Yes! I used to score a hundred in school!" Zhang Dahu nodded fiercely, almost dizzying himself.

"Well then," Lin Nianhe stood up, "you compete with Niuwa, I only want the best."

Talking, she went to open the classroom door and called out, "Niuwa, come here."

Zhang Dahu paused when he heard Niuwa’s name and then burst into laughter.

Ah, Niuwa, he knew him too well.

That kid was only five years old, hadn’t even been to school.

What could he possibly have to compare with him?

Zhang Dahu straightened his back, already foreseeing his victory.

Niuwa was originally sweeping the yard. Hearing Lin Nianhe calling him, he responded, then placed the broom back in the corner before running over: "Sister Lin."

"Come."

Lin Nianhe put her hand on his head and led him into the classroom.

She closed the door again, sat back at the desk, and said to the two of them, "Niuwa, Dahu, you two give each other arithmetic questions. Correct answers get one point, incorrect answers get no points. If the questioner states the correct answer afterward, they get a point; if not, the questioner loses a point. You have fifteen seconds per question, and I’ll time you."

"Do you understand?"

"We do!"

"We do."

After Niuwa said he understood, he looked up at Lin Nianhe with his big eyes, gauging her expression as if asking if he should let the other win.

Lin Nianhe’s lips curled into a smile: "I know you two grew up together, but this time we need to find out who’s best at math, so no letting each other win, understood?"

"We do!"

"We do."

Niuwa was clear about it now and turned to look at Zhang Dahu, considerately and harmlessly saying, "Brother Dahu, you’re the elder brother, you go first."

Zhang Dahu, unsure whether it was better to ask or answer first, simply nodded and asked directly, "What is 28 plus 39?"

He felt a bit guilty, like he was bullying Niuwa who definitely wouldn’t be able to answer.

But he had no regrets, he wanted to follow Teacher Lin into the black market! He wanted to make money, lots of money! No one could stop him!

Niuwa: "67."

Lin Nianhe took a piece of paper, wrote both their names, then drew a dash under Niuwa’s name.

Zhang Dahu didn’t expect Niuwa to answer in just a second; he furrowed his brows and became serious: "Your turn to ask."

Niuwa: "What is 999 plus 888?"

Zhang Dahu: "..."

Zhang Dahu lowered his head, silently counting on his fingers.

One, two, three... not enough fingers.

Lin Nianhe waited fifteen seconds, then looked at Niuwa: "How much?"

Niuwa spoke indifferently: "1887."

Lin Nianhe added another mark under Niuwa’s name.

Zhang Dahu pursed his lips, thinking of a question within his ability: "What is 98 minus 72?"

Niuwa: "26."

Lin Nianhe continued drawing lines.

"777 plus 888 equals what?"

"..."

"Niuwa, you say."

"1665."

"..."

In a short five minutes, Zhang Dahu was drenched in sweat.

He looked at his name on the scoring sheet; beneath it, there was not a single line, his lips pouted and his eyes reddened.

Lin Nianhe rubbed Niuwa’s head, signaling him to step outside first.

Niuwa, with a mischievous smile, didn’t leave. Instead, he grasped Zhang Dahu’s hand and said, "Brother Dahu, don’t be mad. Sister Lin has taught me arithmetic these days, it’s really simple. You’ll definitely learn it quickly too."

Niuwa had been well-fed recently, his little face plumper, his eyes curving when he spoke, touching everyone’s heart.

Lin Nianhe hardly resisted the impulse to hug him and give him a couple of kisses.

Ah, such a smart and considerate kid, he was her student!