Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 230 - 229: The Sleeping Dragon and the Young Phoenix (Part 1)

Chapter 230: Chapter 229: The Sleeping Dragon and the Young Phoenix (Part 1)

Originally, Lin Nianhe thought having only ten desks in a classroom was too few and definitely not enough.

But when she brought the students back to the classroom and assigned seats, there were still four empty desks at the back of the room.

That meant there were only twelve students in her class.

Hmm, even fewer than the private elite school she had attended; their village school was almost brushing shoulders with an international first-class teaching environment.

Lin Nianhe watched them, taking comfort in her thoughts amid the difficulties.

Before today, she had helped educate her aunts, watched numerous videos of highly skilled teachers, and even taught Niuwa and practiced her skills.

But now, facing those clear eyes, Lin Nianhe found herself at a loss for words.

Their clothes were semi-old, some patched, but all were very clean, probably because it was the first day of school and they had dressed up specially. Their worn clothes couldn’t hide the children’s anticipation; they looked up at their Teacher Lin like sunflowers.

Lin Nianhe felt she had to say something, otherwise, these little kids would be scared.

She spoke, asking, "Did you all have breakfast?"

Niuwa, sitting in the front row, was silent.

"Some did." "Didn’t." "Had corn bread."

The other kids earnestly replied, filling the classroom with an air of carefreeness.

Lin Nianhe stood in front of Niuwa, her hand unintentionally resting on the table, her index finger tapping the surface lightly and rhythmically, albeit in a slightly hurried and chaotic manner.

Niuwa looked around and, seeing his desk-mate girl wasn’t looking, quietly reached out and held Lin Nianhe’s fingertips.

The little guy discovered for the first time that Sister Lin’s hands could be so cold.

Lin Nianhe felt her fingertips enveloped by warmth, she silently exhaled a sigh of relief, her heart slowly returning to its place.

She smiled, a very charming smile.

"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Nianhe, I am your homeroom teacher and will also teach you Chinese and arithmetic," Lin Nianhe said with a smile, "For today’s first lesson, let’s get to know each other. Everyone, please come to the podium one by one and introduce yourselves."

Lin Nianhe had only seen the students’ names on the list but couldn’t match them to their faces.

"Self-introduction" was somewhat unfamiliar to the children; they looked at Lin Nianhe blankly, no one spoke.

Lin Nianhe understood the confusion in their eyes and explained, "Just say your name, where you live, what you usually like to do, and what you want to do in the future."

After speaking, she gently broke away from Niuwa’s little hand and walked to the first row by the door, lightly tapping the desk of a little girl with short hair to her left: "Let’s start with this row. Everyone, please come up one at a time, say anything."

The little girl was clearly nervous, but since the teacher had spoken, she couldn’t stay seated.

She rubbed the corner of her clothes as she stood up, her little face turning rosy red. Her desk mate, a boy, gave her space, and she took small steps, slowly shuffling to the podium.

She clenched the corner of her clothes tightly, stealing a glance at Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe stood by the door, looking at her with a warm smile, nodding her head encouragingly.

The little girl took a deep breath and finally began, "I, I... my name is Guan Suli... I, I am from Ten Miles Team..."

Guan Suli’s face turned so red it was almost dripping with blood, her voice so soft that other students could barely hear her.

Lin Nianhe saw her plea for help and reminded her, "What does Suli usually like to do?"

After thinking, Guan Suli said, "I like to cut pig grass."

"And what do you want to do in the future?"

"I want to... want to... be a Women’s Director..."

Guan Suli’s last words were so soft that they were almost inaudible to the other students.

"Alright." Lin Nianhe smiled lightly and applauded when she heard her "dream," saying, "Suli spoke very well, the other students can speak just like Suli did."

When she saw Guan Suli still standing nervously in front of the classroom, she waved her over, signaling that it was okay for her to return to her seat.

This time, Guan Suli ran quite fast, almost as if escaping, and hurried back to her seat, burying her head in her arms.

Lin Nianhe signaled to her deskmate to do the self-introduction next, while she herself stood in front of Guan Suli’s desk, gently rubbing her head a couple of times.

Guan Suli’s shoulders trembled slightly as she looked up at Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe smiled at her, bent down and whispered in her ear, "I also think you could be as awesome as Aunt Wang in the future."

Guan Suli mustered up the courage to meet her gaze, and after a moment, the little girl smiled, showing off her white teeth.

Lin Nianhe rubbed her head again, then straightened up and looked towards the boy who had walked up to the front.

Boys tend to be braver, not as easily shy. He directly said, "My name is He Jianyu, from Nine-miles Team. My older brother is a soldier, and I want to be a soldier in the future too!"

He Jianyu—also known as Erwang—stood very straight, lifted his chin, and after speaking, performed a proper military salute.

Lin Nianhe smiled and nodded, "Good, protect and defend the country in the future."

"Mm!" He Jianyu nodded vigorously, swaggered back to his seat, and did not forget to sit up straight.

Lin Nianhe treated everyone equally and rubbed his head as well.

He Jianyu blushed, suddenly burying his head low.

Next, the boy sitting behind Guan Suli went up for his self-introduction. He was skinny, with a somewhat pointed chin, looking like a little monkey.

"My name is Wang Liuzhu, from Ten Miles Team. I love to make fires the most, because making fire means it’s time to eat... When I grow up, I want to be like Brother Zhuangshi, capable of kicking my brother into the ditch with one foot!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Too many questionable points, she didn’t know where to even start.

But she was very certain that she needs to find an opportunity for this boy to witness the scene of his Brother Zhuangshi being kicked into a ditch.

Lin Nianhe mechanically clapped her hands, forcibly complimented, "Then you must be very skilled at making fire... ha ha ha, next."

Wang Liuzhu’s deskmate was completely different in style from him. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and walked steadily, like a little adult.

"My name is Yang Jun, from Nine-miles Team. I usually like to work in the fields with my dad, and I can earn five points..."

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Yang Jun didn’t notice Lin Nianhe’s shock and frustration, and continued on his own, "I want to be the strongest worker in the brigade in the future, and I want to earn ten points every day!"

Lin Nianhe, with a pained heart, barely perceptibly trembled in her voice, "Good, good, you have to perform well in the labor class. Your teacher for the labor class used to earn ten points every day."

Yang Jun’s eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked, "When do we have labor class?"

Lin Nianhe recalled the schedule and answered, "This afternoon, second period."

"Great! I will definitely perform well!"

Yang Jun returned to his seat very spiritedly, completely unaware that Teacher Xiao Lin’s heart had already shattered.

Lin Nianhe took a brief moment to summarize these four students in her mind:

A shy little girl aspiring to become an unmatched fighter like Aunt Wang;

A simple-minded boy who dreams of kicking his brother into a ditch to become the next village tyrant;

One who wants to take root in the black earth, already earning five points at the age of six...

Compared to these, He Jianyu’s dream of becoming a soldier because it was too normal seemed out of place.

At this moment, Lin Nianhe still didn’t know, but He Jianyu’s normalcy wasn’t only stand-out among this row...