Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 715 - 714: A Deja Vu Offering

Chapter 715: Chapter 714: A Deja Vu Offering

Students like Big Sister 206, who come to school pregnant, are not an isolated case—some even bring their children to school with them.

Many people are found on campus, some in groups debating or discussing, and some sitting alone by Unnamed Lake reading.

Some have calluses on their palms, others prematurely grey hair; most are dressed simply. Even when students in flashier clothes walk by, they hardly draw a second glance—what they eat and wear isn’t important; what they read matters more.

The long road to education—some have traveled four hundred li, others more than a decade.

No one understands better the difficulties of this journey, and no one treasures this hard-earned opportunity more.

"The study atmosphere is so intense," Wen Lan remarks with emotion, "I even feel like doing a sheet of math problems now."

Wang Shumei deeply agrees: "Yeah, walking slowly, I feel I’m betraying the three bottles of ink I went through last year."

Lin Nianhe looks at them and feels that she should chime in too: "Me too."

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan probably find these three words too dry and look at her, their eyes signaling: go on, continue.

Lin Nianhe: "I want... to have a good meal to celebrate."

"..."

These days, the university cafeteria issues some meal tickets every month, which are enough to sustain basic life needs, keeping one not starving, but not fully satisfied either.

If you want to eat your fill and eat well, you’d have to spend money to buy more meal tickets.

As for the quality of the meals, that’s all subjective judgment.

Some lament with surprise at finding meat in the potato and green bean dish, while others can’t bring themselves to eat what’s in their lunch boxes.

Seeing Lin Nianhe’s slightly pale face, Wang Shumei pokes her, then takes out a sausage from Xi City Food Factory from her bag, rips open the packaging, and breaks off a piece to put in Nianhe’s lunch box.

A foot-long sausage is divided among four people.

Lin Nianhe is so moved she wants to cry: "Whoever invented the sausage stuffing machine is such a kind-hearted good person! I’ve never seen someone with such noble character!"

Wen Lan: "It would be even better if she had a bit of shame."

Lin Nianhe ignores her, nibbling on the sausage like a hamster.

A man and a woman sit next to them, seemingly a couple, with the wife discussing things like going to help her husband make the bed later.

Lin Nianhe is a bit surprised and asks Su Yuncheng, "Can girls enter the boys’ dormitory?"

"Yep, they can." Su Yuncheng nods, putting the fat that Nianhe didn’t eat into his mouth, "Today, there were quite a few female comrades."

Su Yuncheng’s estimate of the number of female comrades has always been off; his "quite a few" probably doesn’t exceed double digits.

Lin Nianhe feels that she, as his fiancée, should also make a gesture, so she says, "Then I’ll help you make your bed later!"

Su Yuncheng’s ears visibly begin to turn red.

Ever sharp, Sister Lan never misses an opportunity to tease: "You making the bed? If Yuncheng gets a good night’s sleep next year, that’ll count as an exceptional performance."

Lin Nianhe: "One should not speak while eating or talk in bed. Please close your mouth."

Of course, Lin Nianhe isn’t concerned about Su Yuncheng’s self-care abilities, but she still insists on taking a stroll around the boys’ dormitory with him.

The reason is simple—she’s never been there and is curious.

When she arrives, most students are out for dinner, so she doesn’t meet Yuncheng’s roommates.

Su Yuncheng lives in Room 407, with six beds, and Nianhe immediately recognizes Yuncheng’s spot.

His quilt is folded so immaculately, with not even a wrinkle on the bedsheet, it would have been hard not to recognize it.

Like her, he had chosen the upper bunk on the left side.

With the mindset of "since I’m here, it’d be a pity not to do something," Lin Nianhe makes a symbolic wipe of the bedsheets, leaving a couple of life-like handprints on the overly tidy bedding.

Su Yuncheng’s luggage isn’t completely unpacked; he takes a chair for Nianhe to sit, while he sorts out his clothes.

Nianhe cracks pine nuts and chats with him, occasionally popping a kernel into his mouth, mainly providing emotional value.

"I’ve noticed your dorm is really clean," Nianhe chatters, "much cleaner than mine."

Both dorms are being tidied up, but Room 407 looks as if the six occupants hadn’t brought any luggage.

As for Room 208, when Nianhe left it looked like the only place without belongings was the ceiling; there was hardly any floor space to step on.

Su Yuncheng scanned the room and slightly furrowed his brow, obviously not very satisfied.

From his eyes, Lin Nianhe discerned a different meaning.

Got it, dorm 407 is so neat, thanks majorly to Major Su.

Lin Nianhe asked him, "How about I make you a bed curtain? You can draw it when they’re too messy."

"Drawing the curtain makes it not messy?"

"No, drawing the curtain makes it out of sight, out of mind."

"..."

Su Yuncheng didn’t think ’out of sight, out of mind’ was effective, but Lin Nianhe mentioned it would be her handiwork.

How could he refuse?

He nodded without much thought and reminded her, "Be careful, don’t prick your hands."

"No worries, I will make it personally with the tailor during the weekend."

Is there a difference between finding a tailor to make it and making it personally?

No.

Absolutely not.

"I need to return the car to the compound this afternoon," Su Yuncheng said, "You didn’t sleep well yesterday, just rest in the dorm."

Lin Nianhe indeed felt a bit tired and yawned in agreement, "Then drive safely."

"Alright, what would you like to eat? I’ll bring something back for you."

"I don’t want anything special, the cafeteria food looks bland but tastes not bad."

Even though she said that, Su Yuncheng still brought back a bunch of stuff.

Besides the snacks and milk powder Lin Nianhe usually liked, there were also canned fruits and beef jerky.

He arrived back around dinner time and got someone to call Lin Nianhe, and soon she came running down.

"This scene seems familiar."

Lin Nianhe took the things from his hands and added, "But without the work gloves."

Seeing she didn’t look like she’d just woken up, Su Yuncheng asked, "Didn’t sleep?"

"Yeah, they were cleaning up this afternoon, it was a bit noisy," Lin Nianhe said, "Wait for me, I’ll take these up first."

"Okay."

Lin Nianhe returned to the dorm with two big bags of food, shocking her roommates.

"Lin Nianhe, did your family bring you food?" Zheng Xiaoyan asked with barely concealed envy.

"It’s my boyfriend," Lin Nianhe replied, "He’s also from our school."

"Huh?"

The girls instantly perked up.

"Did you two go to the countryside together as educated youth?"

"No, he and I are childhood neighbors."

"Is he also in the Physics department? Did you study physics because of him?"

"No, he’s from the Department of International Politics."

"Then you..."

"I think maybe we should go eat first? The food at the cafeteria will get cold soon."

"Oh right, right, let’s hurry, I was late for lunch today, I’m starving!"

They grabbed their meal boxes and thermos bottles, planning to go to the hot-water room after dinner.

Lin Nianhe went ahead to call Wang Shumei and Wen Lan for dinner.

Then she received two meal boxes—they both wanted to catch up on sleep and were too lazy to go to the cafeteria.