Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 232 - 231: Set a Small Goal First

Chapter 232: Chapter 231: Set a Small Goal First

Lin Nianhe took her notebook to the private plot in the backyard of the village elementary school, where Wen Lan was tending to the vegetable garden. Upon seeing Lin Nianhe, her first words were, "There’s a stool, take a seat, don’t come over here."

Lin Nianhe suddenly felt touched: "Sister Lan, are you worried I’ll get tired?"

Sister Lan is so kind, yet she had just thought of shifting the blame onto her.

She really deserved to die!

Wen Lan: "I’m worried you’ll be more of a hindrance. It’s fine if you fall, but don’t damage my vegetables."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She seemed to have not made a good impression just now.

Lin Nianhe made a face behind Wen Lan’s back, then stealthily sat on the little stool, opened her notebook, and took out a neatly folded physics test paper.

Dreams, she couldn’t think of any at the moment, but she could set a small goal for herself—getting into Peking University.

In the gentle warmth of the autumn sun and the rustling of the vegetable leaves, Lin Nianhe wrote vigorously.

When the bell rang for the end of class, she was still two long questions short of finishing.

Lin Nianhe didn’t move, continuing to work on the problems, planning to finish before returning.

The playground began to buzz with activity, with curious children running to the backyard and peering over the wall.

Niuwa was among them, but his goal was clearer; he ran straight over to Lin Nianhe.

"Sister Lin, Teacher Zhou is waiting for you in the classroom," Niuwa whispered to Lin Nianhe as he approached.

Lin Nianhe made a humming sound and asked, "Did he say what it’s about?"

"He didn’t say," Niuwa habitually leaned on Lin Nianhe’s back, peeking at the exam paper in her hand, "Sister Lin, what’s this?"

The little guy could read the words, but he didn’t understand what they meant when put together.

Top Scholar Lin suddenly perked up: "Ah, this is physics, you’re still young, you’ll learn it when you grow up."

Scholar God Niu looked at her and blinked, asking, "Sister Lin, didn’t you say that age doesn’t matter when learning something? If you want to learn, you can at two or three years old, or even when you’re seventy or eighty."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Niuwa: "..."

They looked at each other in silence, and after a moment, Lin Nianhe awkwardly changed the subject: "Niuwa, you have to call me ’Teacher’ during school time, got it?"

Niuwa blinked his large eyes with an "I-can’t-believe-you" expression and nodded, "All right, Teacher Hehe."

Lin Nianhe: "This nickname... Have you been hanging out with Wu Genmao and the others lately?"

Niuwa: "Nope."

Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, as long as not. A promising young seedling from Beijing shouldn’t be led astray by those two.

Lin Nianhe ruffled Niuwa’s little head, looked down to write the answer to the last question, then folded the paper neatly again and stood up.

What could Zhou Chujiang possibly want from her?

Lin Nianhe didn’t know.

But judging from his recent behavior, it probably wasn’t the same old annoyance about dating.

"Teacher Lin, I know you have two beaus already, and I don’t mind being your third," Zhou Chujiang said seriously to her once inside the classroom.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Looking at Zhou Chujiang’s earnest face, Lin Nianhe regretted not picking up a brick before entering the room so that she could knock him out right then and there.

And to think she had believed this man had finally seen the light... But his "epiphany" turned out to be so unconventional.

Zhou Chujiang pressed a hand to his left chest, swearing like a man on fire as he stared at Lin Nianhe, "Teacher Lin, accept my love!"

Lin Nianhe looked at him expressionlessly: "Stay right there, don’t move; I’ll call the Public Security and be right back."

Zhou Chujiang did have some brains, he immediately stopped Lin Nianhe.

"Teacher Lin, don’t be like that, look at me, what’s not good about me?" Zhou Chujiang praised himself earnestly, "I’m a public school teacher, I write articles for many newspapers, I’ll treat you well!"

Lin Nianhe covered her eyes: "Then tell me, what’s good about me? If I can, I’ll change, alright?"

"In my eyes, you are perfect everywhere!"

"Got it, I’ll just reincarnate and bid you farewell."

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Zhou Chujiang stopped Lin Nianhe again.

His eyes full of confusion, he asked her, "Why won’t you accept me? What’s wrong with me?"

A trace of impatience flickered in Lin Nianhe’s eyes, as she bluntly gave an unchangeable reason, "You are not from Beijing, okay?"

Zhou Chujiang blurted out, "I can go back to Beijing with you. As soon as we get our marriage certificate, I can return with you when you go back to the city!"

Lin Nianhe listened to his heartfelt words and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

She knew it; this guy was just after her Beijing residency.

She shook her head, about to speak, when out of the corner of her eye she caught Niuwa at the door gesturing to her—students were coming back.

Lin Nianhe lowered her voice and said, "Teacher Zhou, I don’t care what you think, I just want to tell you, I don’t like you. I didn’t like you before, I don’t like you now, and I won’t possibly like you in the future. Do whatever you want, but if you keep talking nonsense in front of me, I’ll report you to the Public Security for harassment."

After she finished speaking, she no longer paid attention to Zhou Chujiang’s expression, raised her hand to push him aside, and went to the classroom door, telling the returning students, "Let’s go into the classroom. The next lesson is arithmetic, get your textbooks and workbooks ready."

Zhou Chujiang’s heart ached painfully as he listened to her decisively spoken words.

Seeing Niuwa leading the way into the classroom, he knew he couldn’t continue to say anything to her and could only pick up his notebook and walk out of the classroom.

As he passed by Lin Nianhe, he said in a very low voice, "Teacher Lin, I will not give up."

Lin Nianhe rubbed her ears.

Her hearing had really deteriorated lately—she couldn’t hear anything he said.

Lin Nianhe was determined to ignore Zhou Chujiang’s "love," but she still had to worry—she hadn’t forgotten how, on the day Zhou Chujiang recited poetry in the cornfield, Wen Lan unexpectedly got distracted.

Also, whenever Wen Lan saw Zhou Chujiang afterward, her expression was always a bit odd.

According to her many years of experience as a gossip, Sister Lan must have a secret crush.

She had to solve this problem properly.

To avoid the possibility of a physical confrontation with Wen Lan, Lin Nianhe sought out Wang Shumei first and shared her findings with her friend.

After hearing the story, Wang Shumei suggested directly, "Better today than some other day, why not just clear the air with Xiao Lan today!"

Aside from not knowing about the incident in the cornfield, she too felt that Wen Lan was acting weird around Zhou Chujiang.

She thought it was necessary to snuff out this matter quickly, before Wen Lan could act on her feelings and get hurt.

Lin Nianhe nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

The two of them solemnly went to the well in the backyard of the village school and intercepted Wen Lan.

Sister Lan looked at them curiously, "What’s up? You two plan to jump into the well together and I’m in your way?"

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei exchanged glances, then took turns voicing the doubts in their hearts.

After a long moment of confusion, Wen Lan finally remembered the incident in the cornfield.

"That thing..."

Lin Nianhe’s brow furrowed slightly as she comforted her, holding her arm, "Sister Lan, Zhou Chujiang isn’t a good match; don’t do anything rash."

Wang Shumei took hold of her other arm, "Exactly, Xiao Lan, this man is too utilitarian; you’ll be at a disadvantage with him."

Wen Lan: "Actually, I..."

"If you’re unhappy, shall I bring some meat and flour to make dumplings together?"

"Or shall I call my brother’s workplace tomorrow and ask about how his overcoats are selling? Who needs a boyfriend when you can make money?"

Wen Lan clenched her fists, "Can you two let me finish speaking?"

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei instantly shut up, but held onto Wen Lan’s arms even more tightly.

Wen Lan sighed, her shoulders began to quiver slightly, and after a moment, her face started to turn red.

Just as Lin Nianhe was about to pass her a handkerchief, Wen Lan’s mouth trembled a bit and then lifted into a smile:

"That day, when I heard him reciting poetry, I suddenly remembered my neighbor who hanged himself!"