Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 587 - 586: The Broadcast Said Optimus Prime Has Arrived

Chapter 587: Chapter 586: The Broadcast Said Optimus Prime Has Arrived

Lin Nianhe may or may not believe what she said herself, but Principal Wu definitely doesn’t.

After so many years in education, she has never seen a class full of "geniuses". It could be possible in high school to sort the good-performing students into one class, but in first grade, where they are divided by age, how could that be possible?

Principal Wu didn’t believe it, but someone did.

Several students who were playing with marbles under the window heard and believed it, and they immediately spread the word—

"Teacher Lin said that the students in their class are all geniuses!"

"What does ’genius’ mean?"

"It means someone like Niuwa!"

"Ah? Then does that mean their class will go to middle school earlier than us?"

There’s probably no better place than a school for spreading news faster than a cornfield; by the end of one break, the whole school knew.

Coincidentally, the next class was a first-grade physical education class, and the students who learned they were "geniuses" all unconsciously held their chins higher and ran with more effort than usual.

Principal Wu looked at the little ones outside the window, then turned to look at Lin Nianhe: "Do you think what you said is reliable?"

Lin Nianhe shook her head directly: "It’s not reliable, but I have to believe it is the truth."

Principal Wu: "...?"

Lin Nianhe turned back, smiled at her: "Principal, if I don’t believe they truly have exceptional talents, how can they believe they are not meant for mediocrity?"

"Have you talked to them about this?"

"No need for that, as long as I truly believe it, my thoughts will be expressed unintentionally and conveyed to them... that’s more convincing than saying it directly."

Principal Wu was silent.

Was she... deceiving herself before deceiving others?

"It may sound a bit idealistic, but I still believe that people’s beliefs have the power to break through challenges, it just needs to be unearthed and guided."

Lin Nianhe, with her chin on her hand, looked out the window at the running children and murmured softly, "Studying and taking exams are the most reasonable and legitimate ways for children from humble families to change their fate... Although this might seem like pushing them too hard, I can’t find any other way to give them more options."

Sie Yufei can roam around all day like a rich kid with his camera, wasting film, because his family’s monthly salary adds up to nearly two thousand yuan; no matter how much of an airhead he is, getting a stable job once he returns to the city is not a problem.

These kids don’t have fathers like Sie Zhe or big brothers with an army rank of major.

All they have are cold journeys to school during harsh winters and hard cornbread.

Oh no, they also have fathers who water the black soil with their sweat and mothers who thread needles; they have profound teachings from the sages of the past, and they have a college entrance examination that doesn’t discriminate based on one’s background.

They say, my child, study hard, don’t end up like your parents.

They say, if your scores are enough, you’ll be accepted, is your family struggling? Come to school first, the teachers will find a solution for you.

They say set your heart to heaven and earth, to live for the people; they say a full hall of guests stunned by the flowers, a single sword’s frost cold across fourteen provinces; they say the great roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring upward for ninety thousand miles!

If they want to have options in the future, they must first cross this single-plank bridge.

Only after crossing this segment can they choose whether to struggle in the city or return to their hometown for a reunion, to sit in an office or to rush to freedom and the distant lands.

Perhaps some who fail academically still become big bosses, but that is just "some people".

Among the hundred or so students in the entire village school, it’s unlikely any will become that "some people".

"Nianhe."

"Hm?"

"You’re doing a great job. "

"Hm... maybe."

Lin Nianhe wasn’t certain if what she had done was really that good; her experience in education was simply that she had once been educated herself.

At the age of two and a half, she started learning English and French, at five she took on Italian and German, and at eight she dove into Russian and Japanese—because experts said the earlier you learn a foreign language, the easier it is to master. She had learned a bit of every instrument on record, she even played the chime bells—though not much more difficult than playing the triangle, it was just tiring to stand so long.

While other young girls spent time with friends reading novels and watching movies at thirteen or fourteen, she was stuffed into a project group by her father at thirteen to research entrepreneurship; while others enjoyed their summer and winter vacations basking on sunny beaches, hers were spent competing in speech contests and winning awards, over and over again...

Other parents might coax their children into triathlons; her parents trained her to be an iron woman.

—These were all highly unrelatable experiences.

Sudden memories striking her, Lin Nianhe shuddered and quickly said, "Principal, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go back first."

She needed to find a little corner to give herself a tender hug.

Principal Wu was still pondering the educational issues of the village school and nodded upon hearing her words, "Then go ahead, I’ll find you if I come up with anything."

"Alright!"

Lin Nianhe returned to the classroom and didn’t feel a bit better until she had gobbled down two bags of orange gummy candies.

"Teacher Lin!"

By the window, Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian stuck their heads in excitedly.

Both of them had recently shaved their heads for some reason, which made them particularly noticeable.

Lin Nianhe squinted at them, "What’s up?"

"Leaders have sent over several big boxes! They said it’s some sort of fans!"

"Electric fans?" Lin Nianhe stood up.

"That’s right, that’s right! Those things!"

Lin Nianhe immediately went to the door: "Where are they?"

"At the entrance of the village! The truck couldn’t drive in, the team leader is moving them now!" Wu Genmao’s eyes glittered with excitement, "Teacher Lin, what is that thing?"

Lin Nianhe thought for a moment and explained in the simplest terms possible: "It’s a machine that can fan you automatically once you plug it in."

Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian looked at each other, their eyes shining with a clear foolishness.

Lin Nianhe was eager to see how many electric fans Wong Xiao had sent them and did not notice the change in their expressions.

Just as she was about to leave the school grounds, she heard the two whispering mysteriously from behind, "Teacher Lin, is that thing you’re talking about a relative of Optimus Prime?"

Lin Nianhe’s legs went weak, almost causing her to tumble headfirst into the roadside ditch.

She looked at them in shock, "You two still remember that story?"

Initially, she had told that story to Zheng Shan and Bai Xiaojun to lull them to sleep. They fell asleep so quickly they hardly heard much, but it was Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian who listened to the whole thing outside.

Their reaction at the time had shocked Lin Nianhe, but she could never have imagined that after more than half a year, the two were still unable to forget it.

Wu Genmao nodded vigorously: "Of course, we remember!"

Cao Shijian added, "Not only do we remember, but we also know when Optimus Prime came!"

Lin Nianhe weakly asked, "How do you know? Did Optimus Prime come to your house for dinner?"

"That was back in March! It was announced on the radio!"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

The radio?

The radio announced that Optimus Prime had arrived?

Did the radio mention which country’s passport he was holding?