Reborn in the 70s: Pampered by Regiment Commander-Chapter 1188 - 783: Special/Help Request (Double - ) (Part 3)

If I’d known Lin Chuxia was this kind of person, I shouldn’t have placed her up front. It’s something I’ve always regretted, but now it’s worked out the way I wanted.

Ten minutes later, Principal Wei Yuansen, Vice Principal Qiao Jianmin, and Dean Luo Aidong accompanied several leaders in their forties and fifties onto the stage and took their seats.

The Vice Principal and Dean occupied the sides of the stage, and the Principal sat beside the Vice Principal. A man in his fifties sat in the middle, and beside him was someone Chuxia actually knew—her third uncle Lin Zhiliang.

In comparison, Third Uncle Lin Zhiliang was clearly more utilitarian than Uncle Lin Zhidong. He always maintained a subtle distance from their family, so she didn’t feel any closeness upon seeing him.

The first to speak was, of course, the Principal. At over fifty, his voice shook with emotion. How many years has it been? He’s yearned for this day for so long, and now that it’s finally here, could he not be excited?

The old Principal first introduced the leaders attending the opening ceremony, with Ou Mingtao in the center. Next to Ou Mingtao was Sun Quanping, followed by Lin Zhiliang, Health Bureau Director Su Aiguo, and Education Bureau Director Yao Jiabao. Including the school’s leadership team, there were exactly eight people.

After introducing the leaders one by one, the old Principal invited Mr. Ou Mingtao to speak...

Twenty minutes later, Sun Quanping gave his speech...

When Lin Zhiliang, Su Aiguo, and Yao Jiabao finished speaking, an hour had passed. Sitting below, Chuxia felt her feet were about to freeze. It was still the first month of the year, and the weather was dry and chilly without any sun. The wind felt like a knife cutting her face. Despite wearing a lot, she looked at the classmates with less clothing, whose faces had turned blue.

She was rubbing her hands when Wu Jingbo, who sat behind her, poked her, and a leather coat appeared in her arms.

Chuxia cupped her hand over her mouth, tilted her head slightly, and asked quietly, "How did you get this?" The leaders were seated below and could see everything clearly, so she didn’t dare to turn around openly.

"It was passed up from behind, I don’t know either," Wu Jingbo replied, also lowering his voice.

Chuxia guessed that Zhou Mikang had arranged for someone on this side to pass it to her. A warmth arose within her, and seeing Lin Zhiliang looking towards her, she hurriedly sat upright.

The old Principal just encouraged everyone with a few words, then invited each class to perform. Compared to the leaders’ long speeches, the old Principal was truly adorable, which gave Chuxia confidence in her upcoming school life. A good Principal can make students feel more comfortable—she firmly believed this.

Listening to each class sing the same song, Chuxia felt stifled. Knowing was one thing, but hearing it firsthand was something else. The feeling was too similar to a choir competition. However, the entertainment life during this era was scarce like this, and probably only she felt the discordance.

After the event ended, most people walked with a limp—their feet had frozen. Naturally, Chuxia also overheard quite a bit of gossip about her—why did she alone get an extra big leather coat while everyone else froze?

"Don’t pay them any mind, and don’t get angry..." Following behind her, Wu Jingbo noticed she paused slightly and whispered comfortingly, "They’re just jealous!"

"I know." Chuxia turned to her with a smile, "If I got mad over such things, I’d be dead from anger in days." She didn’t lower her voice at all, speaking loud enough for the gossipers to hear.

"Lin Chuxia, you’ve disgraced our class."

The one speaking was Li Meifang, the class committee member. Chuxia turned around and glanced at her, noticing how typically approachable she looked, her face was now dark with anger, making her appear quite menacing.

In an instant, Chuxia felt puzzled. She initially thought the coat was passed from behind to the front. But judging by Li Meifang’s expression, and listening to the others gossip, how could anyone possibly have willingly handed it over?

Back in the classroom, Chuxia immediately asked Lin Mengran who had passed her the leather coat, as Lin Mengran was the last one of their small group sitting in the back.

"I didn’t know either; it just suddenly appeared in my arms, and there was a note attached saying, ’For Lin Chuxia’. Then I handed it to Yang Xiaoli to pass forward."

Chuxia was speechless—this was truly mysterious!

Forget it; she wouldn’t investigate further. She’d ask Zhou Mikang later who was actually responsible, so she’d have a better idea.