Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 357 - 356: Then I’m really excited!

Chapter 357: Chapter 356: Then I’m really excited!

Niuwa’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw Wang Shumei. He trotted over and, looking around, asked with a smile, "Sister Shumei, did Sister Hehe go to buy some stuff?"

Wang Shumei ruffled his hair, "Yes, she went to buy you a soda."

Niuwa shook his head seriously, "That’s not possible, Sister Hehe must have bought it for everyone."

Wang Shumei muttered to herself, "There’s no such thing as unreasoned fondness!"

While they were speaking, Lin Nianhe came back, carrying several bottles of soda.

Seeing Su Yuncheng and Niuwa, she beamed, "You’ve arrived just in time; I bought soda."

With that, she handed two bottles to Su Yuncheng.

Su Yuncheng only took one bottle, casually prying off the lid with one end of the carrying pole, then handed it to Niuwa.

"Thank you, Brother Su." Niuwa swiftly changed his form of address.

Taking the soda bottle, Niuwa did not drink, instead handing it to Lin Nianhe, "Sister Hehe, you drink it; I’m not thirsty."

Lin Nianhe patted his head and said with a laugh, "You drink. I’ve already had some."

"Alright." Only then did Niuwa hold the soda bottle and sip the soda in little sips.

Lin Nianhe asked Su Yuncheng, "Aren’t you thirsty?"

"It’s too sweet; I don’t really like it," replied Su Yuncheng, his gaze steadfast on her.

"I also have water," Lin Nianhe offered her water bottle, "Do you want to drink?"

Drinking from her water bottle? This...

Clearing his throat and his ears turning a hint of red, Su Yuncheng said, "Yeah, that works."

Lin Nianhe thought nothing of it and handed the water bottle to him directly.

Su Yuncheng felt that, for some reason, the water was especially sweet.

Lin Nianhe asked him with a smile, "Is it sweet?"

Su Yuncheng’s ears turned even redder, and he quickly nodded.

Lin Nianhe revealed, "I added glucose."

Su Yuncheng was speechless.

Clearing his throat again, Su Yuncheng asked her, "How did you all arrive so quickly?" And she didn’t look very tired either.

After Lin Nianhe explained how Yang Daniu had helped them, Su Yuncheng nodded and proposed, "After you finish with the grain, wait over there. I’ll push the cart for you on the way back."

Lin Nianhe quickly shook her head, "That’s enough, you must be exhausted from going back and forth carrying the grain for so long. The cart is empty; we can manage."

"I’m not tired."

With just that, Su Yuncheng returned the water bottle to her, picked up the carrying pole again, and said, "I’m going."

He didn’t ask Niuwa if he wanted to come back with him because he was well aware that the little bastard had come to find his Sister Hehe.

The grain delivery process wasn’t complicated—first, the Grain Station comrades would grade the grain, and then it would be weighed and stored.

But there were many people delivering grain, so there was a long wait. The folks from the Ten Miles Team pushed the several female educated youths to the front, so they could finish up and head back first.

The villagers were stubborn, insisting it was because the kids were all in the village, and they wanted the women to hurry back and take care of the children. But who needed them to worry? Principal Wu had already gathered all the village kids at the school early in the morning to have a story session.

The girls went from standing at the beginning to squatting, and eventually, they just sat right down on the ground.

Niuwa behaved obediently, sitting by Lin Nianhe’s side and not running around, saving her the trouble of looking after him.

The sun was strong today, and Lin Nianhe used a straw hat to shield from the sunlight, chatting idly and noncommittally with everyone, clearly bored as she yawned repeatedly.

"Hey, some people, after moving to the countryside, still can’t stay put. They even started a match factory, saying it’s to drive the development of the production team, but I think it’s just to dodge labor and make more money!"

"That’s a problem with their mindset! They should be sent to re-education classes!"

A sharp and mocking voice came from not far away.

Lin Nianhe suddenly sat up straight, her gaze scorching as she looked towards the source of the voice.

Wang Shumei saw her reaction and helplessly held her forehead.

Before she could voice her opinion, Yu Xiangqin covered her chest and muttered, "I mean, of all people to talk behind their backs, why her? And just having said it, fancy letting her hear it too—isn’t that just asking for trouble!"

"Would you just shut it."

Wang Shumei gestured to Yu Xiangqin to be silent first, then tugged at Lin Nianhe: "Nianhe, come on, delivering the grain is the real deal today. Let’s endure for a bit and not hold up everybody’s important business."

Lin Nianhe gazed longingly toward that direction: "But I’m really bored."

"How about letting Xiao Lan keep you company for some practice?" Wang Shumei rolled her eyes at her.

Wen Lan sprung up immediately, eager and ready to go, her voice still hoarse from sleep: "Come on, who wants to have a practice fight with me?"

Lin Nianhe glanced at her hands, shrunk her neck back, pushed her down, and said in a soft and obedient tone without causing harm, "Sister Lan, nobody wants to practice with you, you’re having a nightmare."

"How can this be a nightmare?" Wen Lan pouted and disappointingly leaned back against the handcart.

They were causing a bit of a ruckus on their side, but the voices on the other side did not stop. In fact, they seemed to be getting louder, thinking they wouldn’t dare to say anything.

Miao Hongqi furrowed her brows and glanced over, then looked down and said softly, "Those are the educated youth from the Nine-miles Team. They’re all quite hard to deal with."

The educated youth from Nine-miles Team.

Lin Nianhe had heard He Aimin mention them a few times and had a slight impression.

Every time Uncle He talked about the educated youth from their team, he would frown and grind his teeth so hard it looked like he’d jump into a river if he said one more word.

Lin Nianhe’s eyes twinkled. Pulling Miao Hongqi she asked, "Tell me, Tiechui, just how tough are they?"

Miao Hongqi pondered for a moment, then asked back, "Do you remember the fuss Widow Zhao made when you first came?"

"I remember."

"Any single one of them could cause more drama than her."

After saying this, Miao Hongqi shook her head at Lin Nianhe, signaling that it would be better for her to keep out of trouble.

Wang Xue suddenly thought of something and interjected, "I heard that when our village school was first established, they caused trouble once, claiming that since the school was built in our Ten Miles Team, the teacher should be picked from their side."

"And then what?"

"Then, because they were too good at causing a scene, they were disqualified."

Wang Xue curled her lips, her face showing a sense of relief, "I think they still hold a grudge about the teacher thing against us. We better not mess with them; all the former educated youth across ten miles and eight towns know this group is harder to deal with than even the most troublesome old ladies—the old ladies at most just put on shows, these people will really throw hands!"

Lin Nianhe listened carefully, and her eyes brightened even more: "If you all put it that way, then I’m really getting excited!"

Waiting around was such a bore, having these people stir up trouble was a good pastime, wasn’t it?

Lin Nianhe jumped up from the ground, dusted the dirt off her pants, and walked towards the snarky group of female educated youth.

She precisely identified the ringleader and with a smile on her face, walked up behind her and patted her shoulder.

The leading female educated youth had already been informed of Lin Nianhe’s approach by her friends’ winks and faces. She deliberately didn’t turn around, waiting for Lin Nianhe to speak first.

Fed up with being patted on the shoulder, she finally turned around while grumbling "Who is it?"

Before she could get a clear look at Lin Nianhe, a slap whistled towards her face.

The crisp sound of the slap reached the ears of the nearby people.

The world went silent.