Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 676 - 675 Adult Version of Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix (2)

This problem was easy to solve.

She threw a stack of textbooks at Zhao Zhuangshi, forcing him to apply for university with her.

Zhao Zhuangshi felt quite innocent: "Wife, it’s my mom who’s afraid you’ll leave her if you go to university. You should be forcing her to apply, not me!"

"What are you talking about! I can divorce you, but can I divorce your mom?"

"Then... I only finished elementary, can I apply for university?"

Can someone who finished elementary apply for university?

This question, Yu Xiangqin obviously hadn’t considered yet.

So, she went to ask Widow Zhao: "Mom, did you attend high school?"

Widow Zhao felt deeply confused: "What? Just because I didn’t attend high school, I can’t go to a literacy class?"

After a pause, she added another sentence: "If I attended high school, would I need literacy classes?"

Yu Xiangqin: "..."

She looked around, and eventually decided that taking her sister-in-law with her for the college entrance exam was the most reliable plan.

This suggestion was unanimously agreed upon by everyone in the family except Zhao Cuixia herself, even the big rooster in the chicken coop crowed twice on cue.

Just a moment ago, Zhao Cuixia was feeding the child, and the next second she was suddenly informed that she had to take the college entrance exam.

Plus, her mom had already reported her name to the brigade leader.

Zhao Cuixia: "If I go to university, what about Baobao?"

"I’ll take care of him!" Widow Zhao boasted confidently, patting her chest, "I didn’t realize before; you said you didn’t want to go and I didn’t force you, luckily your sister-in-law reminded me—hurry up, who knows, you might find a good son-in-law in university!"

"Mom!" Zhao Cuixia couldn’t help but laugh and cry, making excuses, "I haven’t touched books for years, I’ve completely forgotten everything."

She had fantasized about taking the college entrance exam, but children and making a living were issues she had to consider. She couldn’t just care about herself and ask her mom and brother for money.

"If you don’t know, just learn, Xiao Sie scored twenty points in math, and it didn’t stop him from preparing for the exam!"

Zhao Cuixia: "..."

Xiao Sie acted like a propagandist encouraging everyone to actively participate in the college entrance exam, making everyone feel they should try just by showing a twenty-point math paper.

Yu Xiangqin, rarely clearheaded, nudged Zhao Cuixia’s arm, "What are you afraid of? The textile factory offers a bonus for getting into university, the brigade will cover tuition, what’s wrong if Baobao relies on her grandma and uncle? Just let her feel cherished."

Zhao Cuixia blinked and hugged her sister-in-law’s arm, sniffling, "Sis..."

"Get lost, don’t play dead with me."

Yu Xiangqin pushed her away, then shoved her notes to her.

Zhao Cuixia indeed started preparing late, but being young and just graduated not long ago, she didn’t find high school knowledge unfamiliar after listening to Yu Xiangqin’s constant chatter over the last half-year.

Widow Zhao tucked her hands and sat on the edge of the kang, dreaming about the future: "You both study hard, your brother and I will earn more money, and then have him rent a house near the school. I’ll bring Baobao over, and can even cook you two a delicious meal."

Zhao Zhuangshi also felt it was a good idea, certainly better than making him study. He nodded, but soon felt something was amiss, "Mom, what about me? I can’t just leave my job."

Widow Zhao glanced at him: "Do whatever you want."

Zhao Zhuangshi: "..."

"It’s up to you."

"..."

"You can’t really do much."

"..."

...

"Black Whirlwind Li Kui."

"..."

"Black Hurricane Li Kui."

"...?"

"Active Typhoon Sunflower!"

"...!"

Wang Shumei rubbed her ears, looked at Wen Lan with hesitation and asked, "Xiao Lan, what are you reciting?"

Sister Lan blurted out, "Typhoon Wild Rose."

Wang Shumei licked her lips and glanced at the language book in her hand: "Are you sure..."

"Ah! I know this one!"

Suddenly, Chang Shihong, who was sitting next to Wen Lan, looked surprised and abruptly lifted his head, taking over the conversation: "That typhoon caused havoc at the court, then passed West Lake and was saved by a doctor, later they both started a rebellion and were sentenced to five hundred years."

Wen Lan looked at him, faintly admiring: "You memorized it so quickly? I haven’t even seen what you mentioned."

Wang Shumei’s mouth twitched lightly: "If nothing unexpected happens, you won’t see it in your lifetime."

Lin Nianhe, with one hand supporting her cheek, looked out the window at the falling snowflakes and murmured to herself, "The untold story of Li Kui and Xu Xian... Although it sounds unserious, I really feel the urge to hear you elaborate on it."

"I want to hear it too."

It began to snow again.

The snow this year seemed deliberately problematic, arriving particularly early.

The cold weather had some benefits—go out for a walk when you feel sleepy, and the sleepiness would be frozen dead instantly.

"Hezi, I heard yesterday that we can also take the English exam, Meizi said she wants to try, aren’t you also considering?" Wen Lan, tired from studying, went out to stretch her legs.

Lin Nianhe, squatting by the roadside forming little ducks, responded without turning back: "No, I definitely won’t."

"Why?" Wen Lan looked at her, puzzled.

Lin Nianhe slightly raised her eyebrows, using her fingernails to carve out two eyes in her little duck.

"To avoid someone using various means to get me into the Foreign Language Department."

"..."

"Watch closely, the youngest of the Lin Family, Lin Nianhe—Lin, Nian, He!"

In Beijing, Minister Huang secretly spoke to a certain university vice president: "It’s best to enroll her in the Economics Department, don’t let her study foreign languages—or else Elder Ji will compete with me for her, and I can’t stop that."

The vice president looked troubled: "Old Huang, the exam hasn’t even started, I don’t know what scores she can achieve, and you’re already worrying about what major she should take? That’s not quite appropriate!"

"Hey, you don’t understand, the kid is clever and sure to score high—I checked with Lan County Textile Factory, she’s been teaching the local kids preparing for college entrance exams, think about it, can she score poorly? If you guys don’t take her, I’ll go to your competitors."

The vice president thought for a moment, still hesitant: "But I heard this kid is very good with mechanics..."

"What good with mechanics? Don’t listen to nonsense, I watched the kid grow up, would I deceive you? Tell me, who did you hear it from, I’ll confront him!"

"From her dad."

"..."

Meanwhile, in a courtyard house on Qianmen Street.

"I apologize for my forwardness, but it’s a critical time for recruiting talents, I won’t beat around the bush—Binghui’s niece, Lin Nianhe, you must enroll her in the Foreign Language Department, the kid is a promising seed for diplomatic work, don’t miss out."

Elder Ji personally poured a cup of tea for a certain university president.

"Elder Ji, if this child caught your eye, then she must be excellent," the president tactfully reminded, "but for this college entrance examination, everything depends on the scores, and for the Foreign Language Department, Student Lin still needs to pass the additional language exam."

Elder Ji nodded: "I have confidence in her, just remember, don’t let her study economics—Old Huang has been eyeing this kid for a long time, I don’t want to openly compete with him, you understand?"

"I understand, I understand, as long as Student Lin’s test scores are sufficient, and she passes the English exam, I will do my best to persuade her to study foreign languages!" The president gave the most conservative assurance and suggested, "How about you talk with Minister Lin?"

"Him?" Elder Ji waved his hand dismissively, "As astute as he is with other matters, he is as clueless when it comes to Zirui and Xiao He—He even praises his daughter as a great role model for loving labor when she wanted to learn to drive a tractor!"

At that time, Comrade Old Lin was boasting to Mr. Su:

"My daughter’s collaboration with the mechanical factory sold another two million hand-operated threshing machines, that’s four hundred and twenty million in just two years... My daughter is clever!"

Mr. Su heartily agreed: "Yes, Xiao He is indeed smart, good in every way!"

Mr. Lin, seeing him basking in reflected glory, suddenly didn’t feel so thrilled anymore.