Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 327 - 326: Indeed Not a Thing

Chapter 327: Chapter 326: Indeed Not a Thing

This time coming to the provincial city, Lin Nianhe hadn’t planned on meeting Zhang Changjiang. After offering such a rotten idea, she indeed should keep a distance from Zhang Changjiang.

But once again, it’s proven that bad ideas bring consequences.

She just wanted to wander around the park with her girlfriends, but ended up bumping right into someone’s front door.

Thankfully, the scene was chaotic enough, thankfully there were a lot of people there, thankfully—

Lin Nianhe, touching the six red strings on her wrist, cried tears of joy: "Finally, they worked!"

Wen Lan: "Isn’t it because I covered you well?"

Wang Shumei: "Isn’t it because I reacted quickly?"

Well, it indeed had something to do with the two of them.

Lin Nianhe blinked away her teary eyes, sniffed, and said: "Then let me treat you to sodas."

Sister Lan and Sister Shumei were no longer the type to fuss over a bottle of soda, so they bought roasted peanuts, green bean popsicles, bought sodas and also bought some cookies.

They kept buying and buying, while Lin Nianhe followed behind paying.

The park visit transformed into a picnic.

The three of them, armfuls of snacks, rented a small boat, planning to experience the leisure and relaxation of a gentle boat rippling through green waves.

Few people were rowing boats; on the vast lake, only their boat was present.

"It’s so peaceful, feels like the whole lake is ours."

Ten minutes later—

Lin Nianhe, holding the soda bottle with four fingers, weakly asked: "Aren’t you two cold?"

Wang Shumei sniffled, her voice soft: "I did say why the comrade renting the boats specifically mentioned that they wouldn’t refund if we returned early... He knew it’d be colder on the lake!"

No wonder there were no other boats, it wasn’t because it was a weekday, but because it was cold!

Lin Nianhe shuffled behind Wang Shumei, tucking in her neck and hiding herself to avoid the chilly wind: "Let’s go back."

Wen Lan, energetically rowing, didn’t feel cold and disdainfully looked at them: "Are you two serious? Why am I not cold at all?"

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei glanced at the two thick boat oars in her hands, neither feeling like speaking.

If they still could feel cold in that situation, that would be the real surprise!

Unfortunately, neither of them knew how to row, so warming up this way wasn’t an option.

Paying money to suffer—it was just about them.

Lin Nianhe wanted to go back, Wen Lan felt absolutely fine, Wang Shumei wavered, struggling to make a decision.

Lin Nianhe could only say: "Then let’s first head to the bridge tunnel to discuss this, at least it could block some wind there."

"Alright."

Wen Lan responded and rowed the boat swiftly over.

"How are you two going to survive the winter?" Wen Lan muttered as she rowed, "Hezi is one thing, but Meizi, aren’t you also a Northeastern person? How can you be afraid of the cold?"

Wang Shumei was both amused and annoyed: "My family is from the Northeast, but we are from the southern part of the Northeast, where it’s not so cold in winter! Plus, everyone gets cold... Ah!"

While talking, a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed straight onto their boat.

"Thud!"

"Crack!"

"Ow—"

The small boat rocked unsteadily, and everyone on board was in a frenzy.

Wen Lan, holding onto a bridge pier with an oar, barely stabilized the boat. Looking baffled, she asked the man wailing on the boat, "Did you do this on purpose? Or do you have a grudge against someone here?"

Lin Nianhe looked at his empty hands, then at the broken soda bottles scattered around the boat, and finally at the man, "First, you owe me a bottle of soda. Secondly, you’re also responsible for the damage to the boat."

Wang Shumei, tightly gripping the gunwale, continued from where Lin Nianhe left off, "Lastly, how do you plan to repay us for saving your life?"

The man, clutching his butt that was hurt by the glass shards, glanced over each girl’s face and was so shocked he almost forgot to scream.

Did he encounter demons?

Shouldn’t they be concerned about his injuries first?

Holding his butt, he weakly said, "I just lost my balance, I wasn’t trying to jump into the lake... Can you please take me to the shore? I... ouch..."

Lin Nianhe smelled blood, and judging by the scent’s intensity, she figured the man wasn’t lightly wounded. She hurriedly said to Wen Lan, "Sister Lan, let’s take him ashore first, he’s still a human life after all."

Wen Lan got smart, held the oar and didn’t move, and teasingly raised an eyebrow at the man, "Hey, we’ve only been playing for ten minutes. The cost of the boat ticket should be on you too!"

The man: "..."

He’d rather have plunged into the lake himself!

It might be cold, but at least he wouldn’t be speared in the butt and left in dire straits!

He really didn’t want to agree, but seeing Wen Lan’s stance, which clearly meant no rowing until agreement, he could only hold his bleeding butt and nod in tears.

Wen Lan suddenly perked up, rowing swiftly and bringing the boat back to shore.

Besides the bruises, the man had four pieces of glass stuck in his butt, staining a patch of the deck with blood.

People had already noticed the commotion on the lake. As their boat approached the shore, a man pushed a cart over, suggesting they help the injured onto it.

But their small boat was already packed with four people, sitting and lying down. Wang Shumei and Lin Nianhe wanted to get off first to make room, but the lying man blocked their way, making it hard to disembark.

People onshore tried to pull him out, but every time they tugged at his wound, the man yelped in pain.

Dragging him forcibly was too risky; besides his potential pain, any sudden movement made the small boat unstable.

Wen Lan couldn’t stand it anymore; she pushed aside the hands, carefully navigated past the glass pieces, grabbed the man’s arm, hoisted him on her back, and with long strides, confidently got off the boat.

The onlookers were stunned and then began applauding in unison.

Wen Lan’s face turned red, she gritted her teeth and growled, "Don’t just watch! Lend a hand!"

The crowd snapped to their senses and hastily helped shift the man onto the cart.

Wen Lan stood outside the crowd, stretched her arms, and turned to look at the still shaky silly girls on the boat.

"That’s it, I bet Xiao Lan will never go out with us again."

"Exactly, we didn’t even carry things, we ended up carrying a person."

"She won’t blame this on us too, right?"

"Huh? What are you thinking? How could Sister Lan be so unreasonable?"

Wen Lan ground her teeth and with one hand on her hip and the other pointing back and forth at the noses of Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei, "If I ever go out with you two again, I’ll change my last name to yours!"

Wang Shumei and Lin Nianhe looked at Wen Lan, lips curling into unified, ingratiating smiles.

"Xiao Lan, calm down, this was unexpected. And what you carried... indeed wasn’t a thing."

"Exactly, Sister Lan, don’t be mad. Besides, you can’t change your last name to ours, what would that entail? Wang on Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Lin on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and keep Wen for Sunday? That... you’d need three different IDs when going out, so troublesome."

Wen Lan: "...!"