Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 271 - 270 The Benefits of Idealism

Chapter 271: Chapter 270 The Benefits of Idealism

Because the bell for class hadn’t rung yet, Lin Nianhe and the others hadn’t arrived at the village school when news of her return had already spread to every ear in the village school.

So, when the three of them rode two bicycles to the school, there were already quite a few people gathered at the school gate.

Among them was Principal Wu, full of concern, and Zhou Chujiang, whom Su Yuncheng was looking for.

"Has your fever gone down? Did you get any medicine? Have you eaten? Look how pale you are, why come here instead of resting properly? Be obedient, come back to class when you’re all better."

Principal Wu grabbed Lin Nianhe’s arm, checked her temperature, and with a frown urged her to go back to rest due to her poor complexion.

Lin Nianhe laughed as she took her arm: "I’m fine, Principal, my fever broke last night, and I’ve had lunch too, ate a little chicken stew with mushrooms at the State-Owned Restaurant... Look, I can run and jump, it won’t interfere with class, at worst I’ll just sit and teach."

Principal Wu furrowed her brows, about to speak when she suddenly felt a tickle in her throat, turned her head away covering her mouth, and coughed several times in succession.

Lin Nianhe quickly patted her on the back and said: "Look at you, talking about me, the one who really should rest is you."

Principal Wu coughed a few times, caught her breath and still stubbornly insisted: "I just choked, it’s nothing."

Her cough was an old problem, now more frequent due to the recent cold weather, but compared to previous years, it had already improved so much.

Without a word from Lin Nianhe, Wang Shumei parked her bicycle and supported the other arm of Principal Wu: "Even if you choked, you need to rest properly, the doctor said Nianhe is fine, don’t worry about her."

"Exactly, I’m really fine..."

The two of them spoke one after the other, helping Principal Wu into her room.

Zhou Chujiang’s gaze followed Lin Nianhe as she moved, and before he could stare for long, his view was obscured by an earthy yellow color.

He took two steps back and looked closely - it was an envelope.

Following the hand that was holding the envelope, Su Yuncheng’s face came into view.

Zhou Chujiang opened his mouth and couldn’t utter a single word for a long time.

Su Yuncheng handed the envelope forward: "Your uncle asked me to bring you this letter."

Zhou Chujiang was astounded.

His rough little uncle, who only knew how to curse him, was writing him a letter? Were pigs flying?

Zhou Chujiang accepted the letter in a daze and saw the crooked writing on the envelope, he couldn’t help but make a face.

These unpredictable characters were indeed his little uncle’s handwriting.

He didn’t read the letter, glanced at the dispersing students, and looked again at Su Yuncheng.

He licked his lower lip, and couldn’t resist asking the question that had been troubling him for a long time: "So, Comrade Su, are you and Teacher Lin dating?"

Zhou Chujiang hadn’t stayed at the Educated Youth Corps for nothing, at least he knew that Sie Yufei and Lin Nianhe were just childhood friends and nothing more.

So about Su Yuncheng...

Zhou Chujiang thought to himself, since even Sie Yufei had been a misunderstanding, why couldn’t Su Yuncheng’s relationship also be a misunderstanding?

Su Yuncheng frowned at this foolish fellow in front of him, feeling a strong urge at the bottom of his heart to slap him stupid.

"Brother Yuncheng."

Lin Nianhe’s soft voice sounded from behind Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng’s irritation vanished on turning to look at her, and he asked: "What’s up?"

"Do you have anything to do this afternoon? Are you busy?" Lin Nianhe walked up to him, tilting her head up to look at him.

Her lips were curved in a smile, there were many people nearby, but her eyes were only on him.

Su Yuncheng didn’t know if she had heard Zhou Chujiang’s question, and it didn’t matter.

He replied: "Not busy, I’ve finished my work, and there’s not much going on recently."

He would be free until the next task came up.

Lin Nianhe looked at him with anticipation: "Then could you help me move some desks in our classroom? Second Uncle Li used such sturdy materials, I can’t move them."

Su Yuncheng agreed without a second thought: "Sure, let’s go."

Lin Nianhe had just lifted the corners of her mouth when she heard from a not-too-distant place: "Can’t move my ass... isn’t it time for you silly girl to strut around hugging Niuwa?"

Lin Nianhe’s smile stiffened for a moment, then continued to lift, looking at Su Yuncheng as if to say: I could move it, but I want you to help me, is that okay?

Su Yuncheng seemed not to have heard someone’s comment; he took Lin Nianhe’s book and asked her: "Isn’t it too late now? How about I help you move it during the break between classes?"

"Okay, so where will you wait for me?"

"Is it okay if I go to your classroom?"

"Won’t you be bored?"

"No, I enjoy watching you... lecture."

"Alright, then."

They walked off as if no one else was around, leaving Zhou Chujiang clenching the letter, standing in place, silently listening to the sound of his heart shattering.

His question no longer needed an answer.

His heart had broken into countless pieces.

A student passing by noticed his sorrowful face and expressed concern, "Teacher Zhou, are you alright?"

Zhou Chujiang snapped back to reality and struggled to maintain his strong façade, "It’s nothing. I just miss my little uncle." As he said this, he tore open the envelope in line with his words.

On the thin sheet of paper, a mess of scrawled handwriting filled the page.

"Little viper, stay the hell away from Comrade Lin, as far as you possibly can. She’s got someone else now. If you dare to get close to her again, I’ll break your legs..."

After reading the unsigned letter, Zhou Chujiang was certain it was from his little uncle.

The tone, the profanity, the misspellings, and the immediate threats of violence... they could only come from his little uncle’s hand.

Zhou Chujiang held the letter, suddenly feeling as though the whole world was hostile toward his love.

Ah!

His beloved!

She had left before he could even touch her!

Ah!

His sorrow!

Greater than the loss of rice devoured by sparrows!

...

Inside the first-grade classroom, Lin Nianhe suddenly shivered.

Su Yuncheng asked her, "Are you cold?"

Lin Nianhe shook her head, "No, I just feel like I’m being haunted by resentful spirits."

Su Yuncheng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, "Don’t believe in those idealistic notions."

Lin Nianhe turned to look at him and whispered, "Idealism has its benefits."

"Oh?" Su Yuncheng looked at her with interest, "Like what?"

"Like—"

"I can look forward to encountering you again in the next life."

Lin Nianhe’s eyes curved in a smile, her clear pupils reflecting her own image in his eyes.

In that instant, Su Yuncheng felt Lin Nianhe’s words lingering around his ear, tapping on his heart over and over again.

He felt like he might be running a fever too, his breaths unusually hot.

His ears turned red, and so did his face; looking at Lin Nianhe, he didn’t know how to respond to her words.

But Lin Nianhe wouldn’t let him off easily.

She asked, "What do you think of this benefit?"

Su Yuncheng’s breathing grew more rapid.

His lips moved, and before he could think of a proper reply, he instinctively let out a brief "Hmm."

He was afraid that answering too slowly would make her think he didn’t want to see her again.

But after he answered, he was dissatisfied. Such a simple word felt too perfunctory.

But he was not eloquent by nature, and racked his brain without coming up with a better response to give her.

Su Yuncheng unconsciously furrowed his brows, lost in deep thought.