Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 273 - 272

Chapter 273: Chapter 272

Lin Nianhe stood on the podium, scanned the students with a glance, and asked the first question: "Where is Bai Xiaojun?"

The classmates looked at each other and began to speak all at once:

"The principal said he should be in our class, but he keeps running off to the third grade..."

"Don’t worry, teacher. Teacher Miao will bring him back soon."

"It seems like he went to find his sister..."

Lin Nianhe frowned slightly, putting down the book, she said: "Everyone, please review the new words we learned yesterday and the day before. I want to have a dictation when I come back."

"Okay—"

The children responded in a drawn-out, soft chorus.

Lin Nianhe quickly left the classroom.

It was physical education class for the third grade, yet neither Zheng Shan nor Bai Xiaojun could be found on the sports field.

Lin Nianhe frowned again and hurried to the third-grade classroom.

Miao Hongqi was standing next to a desk, behind which sat a silent, head-bowed Zheng Shan and a stubborn-faced Bai Xiaojun.

"Red... Hongqi, what’s going on?" Lin Nianhe approached Miao Hongqi and asked her.

Miao Hongqi heaved a sigh and pulled Lin Nianhe aside to say: "Bai Xiaojun and Zheng Shan were arranged to transfer to a class by the principal today. Bai Xiaojun actually is too young... Well, that doesn’t matter. The real issue is that Bai Xiaojun is very clingy to his sister. As soon as class ends, he runs here, and when it’s time for class, he refuses to leave no matter what you say..."

Teacher Miao had to talk a lot more after becoming a teacher and had become much more articulate than before.

Lin Nianhe listened, then turned to glance at the brother and sister sitting by the window.

She asked quietly: "Has he not gone back to class all day?"

She gathered from her students that Bai Xiaojun should have returned.

"Comrade Wen Lan took him back by force." Miao Hongqi answered.

Lin Nianhe: "..."

You can’t deny, it’s indeed a straightforward method.

Miao Hongqi also looked back at the siblings, then pulled Lin Nianhe further away before saying: "Well, it doesn’t matter too much for Bai Xiaojun, given his age. Missing a year isn’t a big deal, but the problem is with Zheng Shan..."

Miao Hongqi’s brow furrowed tightly. She gestured towards the door and whispered to Lin Nianhe: "For the entire day, this child hasn’t spoken a word. When asked questions, she doesn’t react. I don’t even know if she understands what I’m teaching."

"It’s a bit tricky..."

Lin Nianhe’s brows furrowed tighter.

Zheng Shan’s situation was more serious than she had imagined.

Worry filled Teacher Miao’s eyes as well, and she nodded in agreement: "Yes, the only time she slightly reacts is when she talks with Bai Xiaojun. Otherwise, I’d almost think she couldn’t hear at all."

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment and said: "I’ll have a chat with her."

"Go ahead," Teacher Miao stepped aside.

Lin Nianhe walked up to Zheng Shan’s desk and sat down on the stool of the desk in front.

She leaned forward on the desk, crossed her hands to support her chin, and said: "Shanshan, I had a fever yesterday and couldn’t come to pick you up, I’m sorry."

Zheng Shan’s trembling eyelashes paused for a moment, and she looked up at Lin Nianhe.

Lin Nianhe smiled at her and said: "I’m better now, don’t worry."

Zheng Shan blinked gently and looked back down at the desk.

Lin Nianhe quickly said: "Shanshan, would you like to come to our class to read?"

Zheng Shan abruptly lifted her head, her clear black and white eyes staring unwaveringly at Lin Nianhe.

For the first time in the last few days, Lin Nianhe saw such intense emotions in Zheng Shan’s eyes.

She understood what her heart yearned for—expectation and doubt.

The smile on Lin Nianhe’s face remained as she said, "I think we get along pretty well, and our class has fewer students. I also know the third-grade material, so I could teach you privately, just the two of us. How does that sound?"

Lin Nianhe saw the light in Zheng Shan’s eyes.

She smiled and reached out her hand.

Once again, Zheng Shan’s small hand rested in her palm.

Lin Nianhe said to Bai Xiaojun, who had been like a backdrop, "Xiao Jun, help your sister pack her bag. Let’s head back to the classroom."

Bai Xiaojun nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

Miao Hongqi was stunned!

She had wanted Lin Nianhe to chat with Zheng Shan, to see if she could console her, or at least to stop Bai Xiaojun from always running to the third-grade classroom.

She had never imagined that Lin Nianhe would take Bai Xiaojun away, probably never to return to her class again.

But how did she manage to take Zheng Shan away too?

Miao Hongqi quickly stopped them, "Nianhe, this isn’t right, is it?"

Lin Nianhe, holding Zheng Shan’s small hand, felt her fingers stiffen, as if she was nervous.

She smiled, draped her arm over Zheng Shan’s shoulder, and pulled her close, saying to Miao Hongqi, "It’s okay, I’ll explain things to the principal."

Miao Hongqi was still hesitant, reminding them, "Other issues can be discussed, but when it comes to students’ education, the principal won’t back down."

Lin Nianhe hugged Zheng Shan tighter, confident as she said, "If the principal doesn’t allow it, I’ll sit in silent protest outside her office door! I’ll make a commotion! Anyway, she must listen to me on this!"

Miao Hongqi: "..."

Lin Nianhe, with Zheng Shan in an embrace and Bai Xiaojun following with his backpack, marched back to the first-grade classroom with heads held high.

She told Bai Xiaojun to return to his seat, then, with an arm around Zheng Shan’s shoulder, said to the other students, "Classmates, let me introduce you to Zheng Shan, Bai Xiaojun’s sister. From now on, she’ll be studying with us in our class. Let’s give her a round of applause."

The classmates clapped their hands, looking at Zheng Shan with great curiosity.

The school was small, and they all knew Zheng Shan was Bai Xiaojun’s sister, but they didn’t understand why a third-grader like Zheng Shan was coming to study in the first grade.

Lin Nianhe didn’t say anything more, nor did she have Zheng Shan introduce herself. She simply took Zheng Shan by the shoulder and sat her next to Bai Xiaojun.

After ruffling her hair, Lin Nianhe whispered, "You can read a book on your own for a while, I’ll tutor you after school, or you can draw if you like. It’s all fine."

Zheng Shan’s lips were slightly pursed as she looked at her.

Zheng Shan remained silent, but when Lin Nianhe dictated new words, she picked up a pen; when Lin Nianhe taught the lesson, she looked up to listen; and when Lin Nianhe said "school’s over," she started to pack her bag.

Yet Lin Nianhe said to her, "Shanshan, can you wait for me? Let’s go together later."

Zheng Shan stopped packing her bag, sat down at her desk, and silently agreed.

Lin Nianhe took two eggs from her lunchbox and hurried out of the classroom.

At the door of the third-grade classroom, Shen Cailan was leaving with a basket almost as tall as her on her back.

"Cailan, wait a moment."

Lin Nianhe called out to her and quickly walked over.

Seeing the eggs in Lin Nianhe’s hand, Shen Cailan’s face turned beet red all of a sudden.

She clenched the hem of her clothes, her lips quivering, and as Lin Nianhe approached step by step, her eyes were filled with nervousness.

Lin Nianhe squatted in front of her, opened her hands, and with a smile asked, "Cailan, did you give these to me?"

Shen Cailan looked at the two round eggs, her face flushed red as if she had done something wrong, and couldn’t say a word as she twisted her fingers.