Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 231 - 230: Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix (Part 2)

Chapter 231: Chapter 230: Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix (Part 2)

"My name is Wang Xiaomei, Wang Liuzhu is my little brother, I love watching him make fire, I want to be like the village’s loudspeaker in the future, where whatever I say, the whole village has to listen!"

Niuwa’s deskmate, a little girl with pigtails, shook her head and spoke earnestly.

Lin Nianhe was momentarily stunned before she realized, the little girl was talking about the village’s broadcasting loudspeaker.

Ever since the loudspeaker was installed, Li Dahe had been reluctant to use it often, fearing it would break if used too much. He even built a small shelter to protect it from the rain and had to climb up to dust it off himself every morning and evening. Its treatment was so indulgent that even Old Huang the ox would be jealous.

Wang Xiaomei didn’t understand that people listened to the loudspeaker not because it was a loudspeaker, but because every time Li Dahe had no choice but to use it, he spoke of matters of utmost importance.

Lin Nianhe didn’t burst her bubble in public, instead, she smiled, clapped, and nodded her head, paying tribute to every extraordinary dream.

Wang Xiaomei stepped down from the podium, and then Niuwa stood up, glanced at Lin Nianhe, and walked to the center of the podium.

"My name is Niuwa, I like learning to read, I like math, I also like catching fish and playing checkers, I want to attend Peking University in the future."

Attending Peking University.

This was what Lin Nianhe had once told him.

Lin Nianhe didn’t expect that the words she had casually mentioned once would be remembered so vividly by Niuwa; her eyes tinged with tears, she couldn’t help but ’complain’ inwardly: This kid, really knows how to charm people.

"Niuwa, what does attending Peking University mean?"

"What is Peking University?"

"Is it something like roasted sweet potatoes?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Niuwa: "..."

Niuwa earnestly explained to his new classmates, "Peking University is a college in Beijing, it’s the best school, I want to study there in the future."

These words were what Principal Wu had told him when he asked about Peking University after Lin Nianhe mentioned "attending Peking University" that day. Niuwa remembered what Peking University was, and also remembered what Principal Mother had said, that Sister Lin’s home was in Beijing.

Niuwa looked at his classmates who still seemed confused and puzzled, tilted his head towards Lin Nianhe, and smiled.

They didn’t know, this was his and Sister Lin’s little secret.

Lin Nianhe felt that Niuwa’s dream was one of the only two realistic dreams she had heard so far.

One literate, one martial.

"My name is Li Lingling, I’m from Ten Miles Team. I love watching chickens lay eggs. I want to raise a lot of chickens and watch them lay eggs every day."

"My name is Zhao Feng, I’m from Ten Miles Team. I love setting traps, and when I grow up, I want to hunt tigers!"

"My name is Qu Xia, I’m from Nine-miles Team. I... I don’t like doing much, I wish... I just wish to cut down the road to school, so right outside my home would be the school..."

"My name is Ge Yi, I’m also from Nine-miles Team. I love climbing trees, and when I grow up, I want to find the tallest tree and climb the highest tree."

"My name is Zhao Li, I’m from Ten Miles Team. I love watching Second Uncle Li work, I want to make an especially big wooden cabinet when I grow up, bigger even than the school, fitting the ground inside it, then working won’t be hot anymore."

"My name is Sun Aijun, I live in Nine-miles Team. I... in the future I want to raise cattle, lots and lots of cattle, then teach them to work on their own, so we don’t have to labor anymore!"

"..."

Class was dismissed, and the kids ran outside to play, flooding the quiet school playground with noise for the first time in more than a month.

Lin Nianhe closed the notebook containing the twelve naive dreams, feeling somewhat dazed.

She remembered, during her first-grade lesson, the teacher had also asked them about their dreams.

What was her dream at that time?

Lin Nianhe couldn’t remember anymore.

Before the apocalypse, Miss Lin had no dreams, she had passed the age of talking about dreams; after the apocalypse, her only dream was to stay alive, and if she could live a little better, that would be great.

Before crossing over, her dream was to stockpile supplies for eight lifetimes to prepare for the impending despair; after crossing over...

Lin Nianhe realized that she had never actually thought about what she wanted to do or how she wanted to live in the future.

She engaged in trading goods as a means to have chips to enter the game in the ever-changing era and ride the winds of change.

Yet, everything she did had nothing to do with her dreams.

What did she want?

Lin Nianhe propped her cheek with one hand, her fountain pen spinning endlessly between her fingers.

"Hezi! What are you thinking about?"

The voice of Wen Lan gave Lin Nianhe a start.

She patted her chest and asked her, "What’s up?"

"Nothing much," Wen Lan picked up a comic book from the shelf in front of the classroom, "I came to borrow a book."

Lin Nianhe turned around and rested her chin on the back of the chair, asking as she looked at her, "Sister Lan, what is your dream?"

"Dream? Going home for the New Year!" Wen Lan blurted out.

"What about later?"

"Later? Haven’t thought about it."

Wen Lan might have thought about it, Lin Nianhe saw her hesitate for a moment, but it was just a moment, as the serious question about dreams did not seem to entangle Sister Lan for too long.

Wen Lan turned her head back, looking puzzled at Lin Nianhe, "What’s up? Why suddenly ask this? What do you want to do later?"

Lin Nianhe blinked and then sighed deeply, "I don’t know either. I have everything I want, no motivation to do anything, and feel completely directionless in life."

Once she received the money for this batch of goods, she would become a ten thousand yuan household by 1975. Her capital accumulation was proceeding smoothly, and this snowball was going to keep getting bigger.

Wen Lan picked a comic book and sized up Lin Nianhe with a curled lip, finally diagnosing, "Pretentious!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Alright, she was indeed being pretentious.

When people lack nothing, they always tend to make themselves uncomfortable, like pondering over dreams and life.

Teacher Lin thought for a moment and decided that it wasn’t good to trouble herself, troubling others seemed more fitting to her—

"Hey, Teacher Wen, why are you taking our comic book? How can you compete with the kids for books?"

Wen Lan: "...?"

The bell for class saved Lin Nianhe.

This period was Zhou Chujiang’s composition class, she picked up her notebook, planning to step outside for some fresh air.

The children swarmed into the classroom following the bell, each sitting properly, their little faces all flushed.

Lin Nianhe waited until they were all seated before she left the room, but ended up running straight into Zhou Chujiang.

Zhou Chujiang had been quite honest lately, neither hovering around her nor seeking her out, giving Lin Nianhe a good period of leisure.

She really wanted to maintain this peacefulness, gave Zhou Chujiang a slight nod, and walked past him.

Zhou Chujiang pursed his lips, a flood of emotions in his heart.

In fact, he had been hesitating recently, wondering whether to ask her if she minded having another suitor...

But he really couldn’t find the right opportunity to speak up.

Zhou Chujiang took a deep breath, turned around to look at Lin Nianhe’s retreating figure, and silently consoled himself in his heart—

No worries, there’s plenty of time ahead!

After class, he’d find an excuse to discuss teaching composition to the children, to have a word alone with her!