Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 256 - 255: The PE Teacher Is Sick

Chapter 256: Chapter 255: The PE Teacher Is Sick

In the world of children, there’s no trouble that can’t be solved with a piece of candy; if there is... no, there isn’t, one piece is enough.

Lin Nianhe felt much better after eating the White Rabbit candy augmented with Niuwa’s special halo.

Seeing Lin Nianhe’s smile, Niuwa, with hands on her hips, let out a long sigh of relief.

Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but laugh out loud at Niuwa’s adult-like demeanor. She bent down to pinch his nose and asked, "Have you got the books you need for the next class ready?"

Niuwa blinked and gently reminded her in resignation, "Hehe Teacher, Teacher Wen said this class we’re going to learn how to play ping-pong."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Oh... it turns out the next class is physical education.

She thought she could exercise the privileges of a main subject teacher, so she said earnestly, "Oh, the P.E. teacher is sick, so we will have Chinese class next period."

Niuwa’s eyes fluttered hesitantly, slowly shifting towards someone behind Lin Nianhe.

"Lin Nianhe! Who did you just call a sick silly girl?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Life, oh, is full of coincidences.

"Sister Lan, listen to me, I haven’t finished today’s content..."

"Why didn’t you go seize the principal’s music class then?"

"We don’t have music class in our grade today..."

"So you decided to take mine?"

"I’m just worried about you overworking..."

"I think you’re just afraid I’ll beat you up seriously!"

"..."

Lin Nianhe really wanted to tell her that being too healthy disqualifies you from being a P.E. teacher.

But Teacher Wen didn’t want to listen to her blabbering and called the children to go to the P.E. class.

Niuwa heaved another long sigh, rummaged out the last White Rabbit candy, and put it in Lin Nianhe’s hand.

"Sometimes I really don’t know which one of you two is the child," Wang Shumei said as she walked over with a book, looking at Lin Nianhe with eyes full of helplessness.

Lin Nianhe pocketed the White Rabbit candy and turned to ask her, "You don’t have a class?"

"Teacher Zhou’s essay writing class," Wang Shumei replied.

"Then come in and sit for a while."

Lin Nianhe let Wang Shumei into the classroom. They sat by the window, looking out through the glass at the students outside having their class.

Wang Shumei asked in a low voice, "Did Comrade Su say anything? How long will you be sentenced?"

Lin Nianhe looked at her in astonishment: "Sister Shumei, can’t you hope for something good for me? Before he arrived, you were just worried, but after he came, why am I going to jail?"

"I didn’t think it was that serious at first either, but he has stayed here for such a long time... it just looks like a final goodbye."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Having not been particularly concerned before, Lin Nianhe suddenly got agitated. She covered Wang Shumei’s mouth, her eyes wide and round: "What are you talking about, Sister Shumei! How can you speak of goodbye? My Brother Yuncheng is out and about in wind and rain every day, cursing a public servant like this is not good!"

Wang Shumei: "..."

After shaking off Lin Nianhe’s hand and catching her breath, she said, "First of all, I meant—that you would be the one dying; secondly, as an educated youth, promoting such idealistic rhetoric is not good, right?"

Lin Nianhe’s eyes were round with indignant disbelief: "In this peaceful age, how could I possibly die?"

Wang Shumei with a face full of disbelief: "So Su Yuncheng has to die?"

Lin Nianhe: "Yeah."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Sister Shumei rolled her eyes at her and sighed helplessly: "It’s fortunate that Comrade Su passed away early, otherwise if he heard what you said... he would really be angered to death."

Lin Nianhe slapped her on the arm and hadn’t forgotten the matter just now: "First spit, spit, spit, you can’t talk nonsense like that!"

Wang Shumei’s face showed resistance: "I am a firm materialist, I don’t engage with these superstitions."

Lin Nianhe stared at her, eyes fixed intently on her.

She too was once a firm materialist, but materialism didn’t include rebirth, transmigration, or other dimensions... She really couldn’t adhere to materialism anymore.

Lin Nianhe considered it, thinking she might as well pry open Wang Shumei’s mouth and force her to spit three times.

She was getting ready for action.

Wang Shumei unconsciously shrank back: "What are you trying to do?"

"Sister Shumei, you have to understand my worries..." Lin Nianhe stretched out her guilty little hand towards her, revealing a row of little red strings on her wrist.

"Hey, hey, you... alright, I’m scared of you!" Wang Shumei looked around and peeked out the window to make sure no one was paying attention to them here, then she turned her head and perfunctorily spat three times.

Lin Nianhe felt that she was really just going through the motions, but seeing Sister Shumei’s look that said, "If you push me any further, I’ll die just to prove a point," she ultimately didn’t make it any harder for her.

But her heart, it just couldn’t be put at ease.

It wasn’t for herself, but because she felt that the task Su Yuncheng was involved in was far more complex than what she was seeing.

Lin Nianhe didn’t understand the truth of the matter, but someone a thousand miles away already knew about it.

Beijing, Jingshan Courtyard.

"Lin Binghui! Explain to me, how did Su Yuncheng dragging Nianhe into catching an enemy spy happen?" Aunt Lin stormed into the house, pointing at Comrade Old Lin’s nose and cursing.

Comrade Old Lin shivered and pulled up a smile, saying: "Zirui, calm down, who told you this...don’t worry, isn’t this...isn’t it a good thing..."

"Good thing? Don’t you know what your daughter is like? A gust of wind could make her sick for half a month, and she is the one catching enemy spies? Those criminals wouldn’t even need to touch her; she would fall ill all by herself!"

Aunt Lin was furious, she gnashed her teeth, her eyes were red, and her short hair was somewhat in disarray.

She stared at Comrade Old Lin and said word by word: "What did you promise me back then? To send Nianhe away – although rural life is tough, she could live somewhat freely, but now? How did she get involved in these matters? Is this something she can handle?"

Mr. Lin saw his wife about to cry, he quickly stood up and held her shoulders, asking her to sit down.

Mr. Lin tactfully brought her a cup of water and said with a smiling face: "Zirui, don’t be angry, Sun Bo mentioned it on the phone to me, Nianhe is perfectly fine, nothing happened... don’t worry about her, our daughter is smart, and Yuncheng is efficient in handling matters, there won’t be any problems."

"Not worried? How could I not be worried?" Aunt Lin held the white porcelain cup, her hands trembling slightly, "Huaizhou was just born when you went to the front lines, and when he barely learned to walk he was already helping us make fried noodles, at three years old he still hadn’t seen his father... at sixteen you sent him to the military, and we could barely see him once a year... let alone all that, a good man should serve his country, but Nianhe, Nianhe..."

"I was seven months pregnant with her, and they told me you were dead... The daughter was born just weighing three pounds, like a kitten... Over the years, how many illnesses has she suffered? She’s had more medicine than meals! I suggested taking her to the Cultural Troupe, but you insisted I was being special, adamant about sending the child to the Northeast... You know best how cold it is there..."

"Even if it was just a bit of hardship, but now, how, how..."

Aunt Lin was unable to continue, tears fell like pearls with broken strings.

Comrade Old Lin sighed deeply, his eyes also reddening.

He held his wife’s shoulders, gritted his teeth and said: "Zirui, the educated youth going to the countryside is a national need, we need to set an example... Here, I’ll call Sun Bo right now and ask in detail about Nianhe’s situation, alright?"

Aunt Lin glared at him fiercely, wiping her tears, her voice hoarse: "Forget it, Sun Bo is also busy, let’s not disturb him for such trivial family matters."

Comrade Old Lin let out a sigh and patted Aunt Lin’s shoulder firmly.

He knew his wife well; she was worried sick, that’s why she hurled those words in frustration.

Mr. Lin patted Aunt Lin’s shoulder, silently comforting her.

She was worried, and how could he not be concerned?

That physical constitution of their daughter... he wondered if she had been frightened.

"Minister Lin, Nianhe called to report her safety, saying not to disturb your work."