Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 362 - 361: A World Where Everyone Gets Hurt Together

Chapter 362: Chapter 361: A World Where Everyone Gets Hurt Together

Every year after the autumn harvest, the Ten Miles Team would invite someone to screen a movie as a spiritual treat.

It wasn’t fully dark yet, but people had already gathered in the grain drying yard. There weren’t just folks from the Ten Miles Team; many from the Nine-miles Team had come too. Everyone brought their own stools or folding stools, chatting about household matters while waiting for the movie to start.

"Hey, why don’t I see people from the Victory Team?" Nianhe tugged at the corner of Yuncheng’s clothes and asked softly.

"Don’t you know?" Yuncheng subconsciously replied, then explained, "When it was time to harvest quickly before the rain, the people from the Victory Team were slacking off. Eventually, one-fourth of the grain got soaked and moldy, and they have been dealing with this issue."

Nianhe’s eyes widened: "Don’t they care at all?"

How could any farmer not care about their crops? Well, believe it or not, some actually don’t.

"They were all busy scrambling to save the crops from their private plots, so the collective’s fields were naturally neglected," Yuncheng said coldly, "This year, they’ll have to rely on relief aid again."

"It shouldn’t be said, but—" a hint of disgust flickered in Nianhe’s eyes, "some people deserve to be poor."

Yuncheng chuckled softly, noncommittal. He turned to look at her: "Don’t you want to move to the front? You can hardly see anything from here."

Ahead, the crowd was dense, and they were standing at the very back. The movie screen had been set up, not very large, making it difficult to see from their position.

Nianhe stretched lazily, saying, "I won’t watch, I’ve been too tired recently. I want to sleep early tonight, I still have to teach tomorrow."

Her brief holiday had passed amidst pickling sauerkraut.

"Then I’ll walk you back."

"If you walk me back... Aunt Wang will probably want to ’talk’ to me tomorrow," Nianhe giggled, covering her mouth.

"It’s not safe today with outsiders around the village," Yuncheng insisted, "After I walk you back, I’ll return and stand in front of Director Wang."

"Hahaha... Thanks for the trouble."

Nianhe only realized after returning to the Educated Youth Corps that she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t gone to the movie.

Sister Lan didn’t go either; she was industriously working on a sewing machine.

Yuncheng squinted his eyes at the brightly lit window on that side, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Nianhe blinked, reaching to hook his fingers, softly calling, "Brother Yuncheng."

"Hmm?" Yuncheng turned his head back, his brow not relaxed.

Holding his finger, Nianhe spoke gently, "Sister Lan’s family is in trouble. If she doesn’t sew clothes for others, it would be hard even to gather enough money for a train ticket home for the New Year."

Yuncheng had been staying here regularly and knew things that couldn’t be hidden, especially about Wen Lan’s sewing machine.

However, this matter wasn’t exactly against the rules, as people in the city also took money to sew clothes for others, not everyone knows how to sew, and not everyone can afford ready-made clothes.

Yuncheng nodded lightly, only saying, "Then tell her not to be too obvious about it."

With a mischievous salute, Nianhe replied, "Major Su, rest assured, I will convey it properly!"

Yuncheng was amused by her.

His fingers tentatively retracted, gently gripping her fingertips.

"Cough... Nianhe, your birthday is coming up." He looked down, his fingers trembling slightly, his breathing also a bit rapid.

Nianhe’s face also felt warm; the original host’s birthday was the same as hers, December 8, indeed it was approaching.

Having a birthday was secondary; the main point was that after her birthday, she would be eighteen. In this era, that was the age one could get married.

Softly, she hummed in affirmation, not continuing the conversation or withdrawing her hand.

Her response seemed like an answer. Major Su’s hand stopped trembling, his heart no longer uneasy, he said, "Then at that time... cough, I’ll cook longevity noodles for you," the words came to his lips, but he still didn’t speak them.

"Alright."

Lin Nianhe stared at her toes and continued to nod.

Su Yuncheng’s hand was warm as he gently pinched Lin Nianhe’s fingertip and said, "Go back and sleep, rest well."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe went back to her room and closed the door but did not hear Su Yuncheng leaving.

She leaned her back against the door and gently sighed.

Although she had predicted that she would have a boyfriend by her birthday this year, she was still quite unaccustomed to it when the day actually came.

She had never dated in her past life and had no experience to speak of, so she was really clueless.

So—

Teacher Xiao Lin dug out a stack of romance novels and started self-studying.

After continuously flipping through about ten novels that started with either "smack smack smack" or "bang! bang! bang!", Teacher Xiao Lin decided it was better not to learn from them.

So—

Teacher Xiao Lin tossed the romance novels back into the farthest corner of the room and properly opened a book on mechanical manufacturing.

...

The next day was bright and clear.

The village school became lively early in the morning, as groups of students ran into the classroom, chattering and sharing about their holiday with their classmates.

After a season of autumn harvesting, almost all the students had gotten darker.

Lin Nianhe stood at the doorway of the classroom, welcoming her students.

She had arrived early today wanting to clean the classroom, but found that Principal Wu had already tidied it up.

The bell rang, and the sounds of "Hello, teacher" rose and fell, lingering over the village school for a long time.

Seeing all those smiling faces, Lin Nianhe cheerfully picked up the chalk and wrote down the subject on the blackboard: "Come on, take out your notebooks, we’ll have a test in the first lesson."

Students: "..."

After nearly a month of suspension, these little bastards turned in papers that nearly made Lin Nianhe pass out, exactly as she had expected.

To prevent herself from fainting from anger, she placed Niuwa’s paper in front of her, quickly glancing at the beautiful marks every time her blood pressure spiked.

Lin Nianhe looked at those papers full of "×" marks, baffled and murmured to herself, "They haven’t even graduated yet, how could they return everything they just learned?"

That’s a bit too early!

In her own time, she at least waited until after the college entrance examination to return everything to the teacher.

Lin Nianhe was grateful that she had used her first lesson for a diagnostic test; otherwise, if she continued teaching, these kids would probably not understand anything.

She took two lessons to review previously taught content with them, finally dredging up the knowledge they had hidden away.

Lin Nianhe didn’t forget to remind her colleagues, and the other four grades also conducted diagnostic tests.

Then... a mutually injured world was achieved.

Today at the village school, all the students were listless, all the teachers except Wen Lan questioned life, and Principal Wu also fretted, gathering them for a meeting during lunch.

"Let’s all reflect a bit, what caused this situation?" Principal Wu said while eating, "The students definitely have responsibility, but aren’t you teachers also somewhat negligent in your duties?"

Everyone fell silent.

Wang Dong’s mouth had developed two small blisters as he frowned and said, "Principal, homework was assigned before the holiday, but these little bastards either finished it in the last two days of the holiday or just before school started. We were all busy with the autumn harvest, how could we possibly go to their homes and make them write?"