Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 240 - 239: Annual Grand Drama

Chapter 240: Chapter 239: Annual Grand Drama

Li Dahe strolled around each class for a while and just finished his speech in the fifth grade when the bell rang for school dismissal.

He didn’t leave but, with hands clasped behind, watched the little bastards leaving in groups of three or five, with their backpacks and baskets.

"Big kids wait for the smaller ones, don’t just care about yourself walking off... Don’t run! What are you running for? You want to fall into ditches again!... Stay away from the river, whoever dares to go fishing, I’ll break your legs..."

Li Dahe kept repeating these few lines until the last student left the school.

"What are you... Oh, Niuwa."

Li Dahe initially wanted to ask why he was dawdling, but upon closer look, it turned out to be little Niuwa.

Niuwa obediently called him "Uncle" and then skillfully ran to pick up the big broom.

Seeing his tiny figure trying hard to sweep the ground, Li Dahe couldn’t bear it. He quickly walked over to Niuwa, held the broom and said: "What is this little bastard doing? Go, go study, I... Wang Dong, come sweep the floor!"

Li Dahe was an expert in assigning tasks.

Wang Dong, who just came out with a ping pong paddle, glanced at him and instinctively said: "This is Niuwa’s job."

Hearing this, Lin Nianhe, who had just left the classroom, immediately went back to drag out a long bench and casually called to Wang Xue who also just came out: "Sit down quick, someone’s about to get a thrashing."

Under the eaves, five female teachers, along with Niuwa, sat in a line, peeling the peanuts fried by Principal Wu in the afternoon, watching the annual drama—"Wang Dong Getting Thrashed Memoir".

"How can a grown man let a little bastard work, how do you even teach?"

"Wow, that kick was beautiful!"

"All you ever do is play... I’ll let you play, play!"

"Whoa!"

"Tell me, do you bully Niuwa every day? Dare to say no? Do you admit it?"

"Tsk, tsk..."

The girls stuffed peanuts into Niuwa’s hands, and in no time, his little hands were full of peanuts.

"Why aren’t you eating?" asked Wang Xue.

Niuwa smiled with his eyes curved, put the peanut kernels into his pocket, shook his head and said: "I’m about to eat dinner soon, not eating now." After saying that, the little guy ran to Lin Nianhe’s side and climbed into her arms.

Nobody thought much of it, until—

"Hezi, what’s in your pocket? Why is it bulging?"

On the way back, Wen Lan looked at Lin Nianhe’s coat pocket, puzzlingly asking.

Lin Nianhe grunted: "This..."

She silently increased the distance from Wen Lan, then clutched her pocket and dashed off.

She ran so fast, Wen Lan couldn’t even react.

Wen Lan turned around in confusion to Wang Shumei: "Meizi, what’s with her?"

Wang Shumei raised an eyebrow, meaningfully said: "Looks like little Niuwa won’t get any peanuts."

Everyone: "...!"

Lin Nianhe ran back to her house, locked the door, and finally relaxed, taking out the peanut kernels and pine nuts from her pocket.

While everyone was watching the "Wang Dong Getting Thrashed Memoir", Niuwa had slowly moved the peanuts others had peeled for him into Lin Nianhe’s pocket, whispering in her ear: "Take them out later when we get back."

Lin Nianhe took two small bowls, filled them up, and couldn’t help but smile.

She pinched a pine nut, just as she cracked it open, Wen Lan and Wang Shumei came back.

They made a detour specifically to pass by Lin Nianhe’s window, simultaneously dropping the remark: "You’re really something."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

They had just left when Wang Xue also arrived. She didn’t speak but stood with a dish in her hands, clucking her tongue and shaking her head at Lin Nianhe as if he had committed some grave misdeed.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She had just put some pine nuts into her mouth when Miao Hongqi also arrived.

Comrade Tiechui neither spoke nor gave her any suggestive looks.

She pursed her lips in a smile and placed a small bowl of peanuts on her windowsill: "Here, eat slowly."

Lin Nianhe was instantly moved, tearfully looking at Miao Hongqi: "Tiechui, you’re the best!"

Miao Hongqi was already immune to the nickname "Tiechui." She pointed at the bowl on the windowsill: "Give me back the empty bowl when you’re done. I need it for eating."

"Okay." Lin Nianhe quickly emptied the peanuts from the bowl and returned the empty bowl to Miao Hongqi.

"Sigh... Why is Niuwa so biased? I told Principal Wu before, this kid doesn’t need to be in the first grade at all."

"I think he could skip right to fourth grade."

"But there’s no way around it, he wants to stay with Nianhe."

"Oh my, my butt hurts... The brigade leader’s kicks are getting stronger..."

"You deserve it."

That night, the Educated Youth Corps was filled with resentment.

A very similar atmosphere pervaded Nine-miles Team.

"Ha, back from the wild? Look at Zhang Dahu and then back at you! After school, all you know is to run around!"

"Dahu studies continuously once he gets home! And you? Have you finished your homework? You’re in the same class, why has he studied for so long? Did you not do your homework?"

Attending school to learn how to deceive? Hurry up and do your homework!"

Forty-eight primary school students, forty-seven of them were being scolded.

They blankly took out their school bags to examine the finished homework, completely unsure why Zhang Dahu hadn’t finished his yet, nor knowing what more to write to appease their irate parents.

They didn’t know that Zhang Dahu, now burdened with the "other people’s child" label, was also feeling sorrowful.

The sheet with six mathematics problems was handed to him by Teacher Lin after school, with instructions to show her the next day.

He was originally full of confidence, even feeling that Teacher Lin underestimated him by assigning just six questions.

Once home, it took him an hour to solve the first problem, forty minutes for the second, and he still hadn’t found the answer to the third.

Sister-in-law Zhang, seeing her son stressed under the lamplight, couldn’t help but ask, "Dahu, did you make a mistake today that led the teacher to punish you? Why haven’t you finished your homework yet?"

She had heard that other children finished their homework at school – what was taking her son so long?

Holding the pen tightly and with a grimace, Zhang Dahu said, "No, these are extra questions Teacher Lin set just for me, and they’re really difficult."

Sister-in-law Zhang, puzzled, looked at him: "Isn’t your class teacher’s last name Miao? When did it change?"

"Teacher Lin teaches the first grade..."

"What? You can’t do first-grade problems?"

"No... Oh, mom, let’s not talk about it, I’ll just sleep after I finish."

Sister-in-law Zhang didn’t understand, but she was worried—her son had always been clever and performed well, always scoring a hundred. Could it be that the family’s troubles had made him forget everything he learned? Or was it something from their family that made the teacher comment?

With these thoughts, Sister-in-law Zhang couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned on the bed, baking flatbreads all night, and rose before dawn.

She found a cloth bag, inside were hazel mushrooms she picked from the mountain a few days earlier and had dried.

She took out more than half, thought for a moment, then put a handful back. She took the remaining half and left the house.

In the dark, along the winding rugged road, she carefully made her way, heading toward the Ten Miles Team.