Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 713 - 712: Sister Lan’s Expertise

Chapter 713: Chapter 712: Sister Lan’s Expertise

Nowadays, girls in their teens and twenties, even if they haven’t purchased one, have surely seen or heard of the Head Flowers from Lan County.

The Head Flowers from Lan County, with their superior quality and constantly updated styles, have always been in high demand. Whenever new stock arrives, long queues always form in front of the Cooperative Societies everywhere.

Hearing that they were from Lan County, aside from the eldest sister, four younger girls instantly dropped what they were doing and gathered around them.

"So do you have a lot of Head Flowers?"

"Do you have more Head Flowers than you can wear?"

"Can your factory sell some Head Flowers to me?"

The dormitory suddenly became lively.

Lin Nianhe smiled cheerfully, "The three of us are Educated Youth, we don’t really have much to do with the textile factory, but..." her finger twirled, pointing at Miao Hongqi, "Sister Hongqi is from Ten Miles Team, several of her aunts work in the textile factory, you should ask her."

Miao Hongqi: "...?"

I wasn’t told before that this scene was coming.

"Student Miao, could you possibly..."

Her roommates gathered around Miao Hongqi again.

Miao Hongqi looked towards Lin Nianhe for help, unsure of what to say.

Wang Shumei set down her pillow, and timely spoke up: "Hongqi, Aunt Hong is the team leader with an internal purchase quota, why don’t you ask her? If Daxi doesn’t want any, maybe she can let the girls have one or two?"

Now that it’s come to this, Miao Hongqi would really be silly not to know how to respond.

She nodded, "Okay, I’ll write to ask... but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to buy them."

"Great, great!"

"Thank you so much!"

"You are such a nice person!"

With the Head Flowers opening up the conversation, the girls eagerly brought out their local specialties to share.

That girl, who also had a Beijing accent, went to Lin Nianhe and asked curiously, "Are you also from Beijing?"

Lin Nianhe laughed and nodded, "Yes."

"What a coincidence, I am also from Beijing, but I didn’t go to the countryside. I work at a brewery," said the girl, "I live near Guangan Gate, where do you live?"

"Qianmen." Lin Nianhe spoke vaguely, without disclosing too much.

"Then let’s hang out together during the holiday."

"Sure."

After making sure Miao Hongqi had settled, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan helped her tidy the dormitory before finally saying goodbye.

Miao Hongqi wanted to send them off but was straightforwardly pushed back by Wen Lan, "What’s there to send off for, you won’t get lost in such a short distance. Take a rest instead."

They left and met up with Su Yuncheng and Feng Wei, heading directly to Beihang University.

Feng Wei was a bit concerned, "Brother Cheng, should I drop you off first? You can’t carry all that old stuff."

Su Yuncheng did not speak, Wen Lan spoke up first, "Who are you underestimating? I’m no less strong than you."

Feng Wei chuckled, "No, I was just worried you might get tired, seeing as you didn’t rest well yesterday..."

"I can still hit you." Wen Lan casually showed her fist, unconcerned.

Feng Wei laughed even more joyfully.

Unfortunately, Wen Lan didn’t understand his laughter, still thinking he was looking down on her.

After dropping Feng Wei off at Beihang, the car became more spacious.

Another ten minutes of driving, and the gate of Peking University came into view.

The campus was bustling with people arriving for registration, many carrying their own luggage, very few parents around sending them off.

Lin Nianhe also wanted to carry something, but all she ended up holding was the small shoulder bag she brought with her.

Su Yuncheng was carrying bedding and holding two suitcases—all belonging to Lin Nianhe.

"You..."

"I’ll come back out to get more later."

As he spoke, Su Yuncheng handed her his admission notice.

Lin Nianhe held two acceptance letters, finally feeling somewhat useful.

Stepping into Peking University, Lin Nianhe couldn’t help but urge Wen Lan, "Sister Lan! Hurry! Go register! Quick!"

The problem that had been troubling Lin Nianhe since last year was about to be revealed, and her eyes were brighter than usual.

Wen Lan, with a raised chin, muttered "silly girl" and then marched proudly towards the registration point.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei followed her closely, fearing they might miss this historic moment of discovering which major Wen Lan had enrolled in.

Sister Lan wandered in front of the desks of various departments for a half circle and finally stopped at the Department of Chinese.

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

Wang Shumei: "...!"

No—way—

Sister Lan casually put down her luggage and handed over her acceptance letter: "Hello, teacher, my name is Wen Lan, I’m here for the journalism major!"

This shocking statement blasted away all the fantasies Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei might have had.

A composition titled "Endless Labor of Hezi and Meizi" slowly surfaced in their minds.

Though it had been two years, the ominous power lingered.

The two shivered together, their expressions filled with terror.

This dark history couldn’t be kept secret any longer.

Lin Nianhe: "Which one of you knows how to kill someone without breaking the law?"

Wang Shumei: "Do you think tearing up her admission letter would work now?"

Su Yuncheng: "..."

First, murder on purpose is definitely illegal;

Second, trying to take something from Wen Lan would be as difficult as finding a legal way to commit murder.

Thus, all they could do was watch, heavy-hearted, as Wen Lan finished the registration process and received her dormitory key.

"Hey! Surprise, huh?"

Wen Lan bounced back to them, swinging her key, laughing carelessly, "I told you I wanted to be a writer, and I will definitely be one!"

Surprise?

That word hardly described their feelings adequately.

Perhaps "horror" would be more fitting.

Lin Nianhe trembled as she asked, "If you want to be a writer, why didn’t you directly choose the literature major?"

In this round of admissions, besides journalism, the Department of Chinese offered majors in literature and classical texts.

With so many options, Wen Lan specifically chose journalism.

Wen Lan flipped her hair back and lifted her chin proudly, saying, "I asked the principal, and she told me studying journalism is more challenging and doesn’t hinder me from being a writer!"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Good advice.

Suggestion for next time: don’t give advice at all.

What’s done is done; the die is cast.

There was nothing Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei could suggest that would make any difference now.

Especially since they didn’t dare ask Wen Lan not to publish that dark-history essay, they didn’t even dare mention it—what if she had already forgotten, and bringing it up would remind her?

Everyone completed their registration and got their dormitory keys, then headed to the girls’ dormitory.

Lin Nianhe was in the first class of the Physics Department, Wang Shumei was in the second class of the Economics Department, and Wen Lan was in the first class of the Journalism Department in the Department of Chinese.

Su Yuncheng was in the only class of the Department of International Politics.

The three girls had different majors and weren’t in the same dormitory. Wang Shumei and Lin Nianhe were on the second floor, Wen Lan on the third.

When they arrived at the girls’ dormitory building, Lin Nianhe took her own luggage and gave Su Yuncheng’s keys to him: "You go get your luggage, we’ll meet in the cafeteria."

"The cafeteria will be crowded, I’ll wait for you in forty minutes." Su Yuncheng urged her, "Go upstairs, it’s heavy."

"Okay."