Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 677 - 676: Kind Student Xiao Lin

Lan County experienced its 19th snowfall of the season during the day of the college entrance exam.

A few days earlier, Li Dahe had already collected IDs for the little bastards of Ten Miles Team, inspected the examination site, and even had Li Xiaohai, the most reliable driver from the match factory, making three round trips to avoid any mishaps today.

Despite being well-prepared, he was still not at ease and called in the second most reliable driver to use two vehicles to transport them to the exam—just in case one broke down. With a backup, he’d feel more secure.

"Check your pens and ink again, have you got everything?"

"Don’t eat anything strange outside, and come out right after the exam; our cars will be waiting at the school gate, don’t get into the wrong one!"

"If you encounter any issues, don’t panic, just yell; we’ve got everything you might need in the car."

"Review your answers twice after finishing, don’t be nervous or scared; no matter how it goes, no one will beat you."

At the village entrance, the villagers all came out to see them off, repeating their advice countless times.

No one found it annoying; they carried their bags and boarded the cars one after the other, eyes gleaming with hope for the future.

"You can do it!"

Niuwa, along with the younger children from the village, waved their little fists, cheering on their older brothers and sisters in the cars.

He waved at Lin Nianhe, his smile particularly bright.

Lin Nianhe smiled back at ease and waved to him too.

She thought, in a few years, their roles would be reversed.

"Alright, clear the way, don’t waste time!"

Li Dahe yelled, making the villagers step back as the two cars slowly started, taking the young people off to their distant goals.

The college entrance exam venue for Lan County was set up in the high school, where the heaters had already been fired up, making it warm and cozy.

By the time they arrived, there was still half an hour before the exam would start.

All students were randomly placed, and unfortunately, Lin Nianhe wasn’t in the same classroom as anyone from the Ten Miles Team. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Alone, she felt somewhat lonely.

She sat at her desk, fidgeting with her pen.

"Hey, comrade, you’re an educated youth, right? I’m from Birch Team, which team are you from?"

Suddenly, the girl sitting behind her poked Lin Nianhe’s back with a pen.

Lin Nianhe turned around; seeing her clothing, she must be a villager.

She casually replied, "I’m from the Ten Miles Team."

"Ah?" The girl’s eyes sparkled, "I heard the educated youth in your team study very well!"

Lin Nianhe: "If scoring twenty in math counts as studying well, then our team is indeed not bad."

"Wow! Twenty points!" the girl’s eyes shone even brighter, "That’s amazing!"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

She really should have let Sie Yufei hear this.

Before Lin Nianhe could silently complain any further, the girl chuckled and grabbed Lin Nianhe’s sleeve, "Could you please lend me..."

Lin Nianhe: "No."

She put on a cold face and swiftly turned away.

"Ah?"

Clearly not expecting such a blunt refusal, the girl frowned deeply and kicked Lin Nianhe’s chair hard, "What’s so great about studying well? Why the smugness?"

Lin Nianhe did not want to start a conflict today, so she moved her stool forward slightly and responded indifferently, "Being good at studying is indeed great."

"Ha? You don’t believe I can make it so you won’t even finish your exam?"

Lin Nianhe: "I don’t believe."

Feeling humiliated, the girl abruptly slammed the table and glared at Lin Nianhe before storming out.

Not long after, she came back triumphantly, and when she passed by Lin Nianhe, she gave her a provocative look of "Just you wait."

Lin Nianhe couldn’t even be bothered to lift an eyelid, focusing on checking whether the ink in her pen had frozen.

She thought to herself, if this girl causes trouble during the exam, she would directly tell the proctor to handle it, but if she were to pick a fight after the exam... Well, then she could only wish her good luck.

Clearly, the girl from Birch Team had no idea what kind of person Lin Nianhe was. Once the exam began, she provocatively propped a foot on Lin Nianhe’s chair and began to shake it violently.

The kind Student Xiao Lin felt worried and immediately raised her hand: "Teacher, the student sitting behind me seems to have developed convulsions, she keeps trembling, maybe she should be sent to the clinic."

The proctor, a commume cadre and high school teacher, immediately came over and patiently inquired about the situation.

Looking at the name on the exam paper, the teacher asked, "Wei Junyan, are you sick?"

Wei Junyan’s face flushed with anger, and while glaring at Lin Nianhe’s back, she gritted her teeth and said, "I’m fine!"

Lin Nianhe leisurely continued answering questions while making a cutting remark, "Everyone who’s sick claims they’re not. Classmate, although the college entrance exam is important, life is even more so—so long as you’re alive, you can take the college entrance exam eight hundred times."

The comment infuriated Wei Junyan so much that her eyes rolled back.

She must be cursing herself to fail eight hundred times!

The teacher grew more anxious and inquired even more carefully.

Wei Junyan struggled to convince the teacher that she indeed wasn’t sick, and by the time the teacher left, ten minutes had already passed.

Now Wei Junyan had neither the heart nor the courage to continue pestering Lin Nianhe and hurried to fill in whatever she knew.

After reporting her, Lin Nianhe felt a surge of relief and her pen flew across the paper, writing even more beautifully than before.

Snowflakes fell on the window sill, and the first subject was quickly wrapped up.

Lin Nianhe packed her bag unhurriedly and was about to leave when she looked up to find Wei Junyan starring daggers at her.

Lin Nianhe, full of concern, asked, "Are you having another episode?"

Wei Junyan reached out to grab Lin Nianhe’s hair, but Lin Nianhe dodged backwards.

"You dare to dodge?" Wei Junyan glared at her, feigning profundity as she threatened, "Come with me!"

Lin Nianhe sighed silently, then shouted out loud, "Sister Lan! Someone wants to beat me up!"

Don’t ask why she didn’t call for Su Yuncheng. If you ask, it’s because she didn’t want to get blood on herself.

Wen Lan was in the exam room next to Lin Nianhe, and with her were Sie Yufei and Chang Shihong.

When the three hotshots got together, they couldn’t rush over immediately.

Wei Junyan’s leisure walk before the exam was obviously not to clear her mind. Now, outside their exam room, six or seven young people from the Birch Team were blocking the way.

Wei Junyan glanced behind her, then looked at Lin Nianhe with triumphant eyes, "If you don’t want to drag others down, you’d better just come with me quietly."

Lin Nianhe returned with a pitying look, "If you don’t want to implicate them, you’d better leave quickly."

"What do you mean?"

Wei Junyan soon found out what Lin Nianhe meant.

Before Wen Lan could even swing her fist, a series of heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, making the ground seem to tremble.

Feng Wei pounced like a tiger, grabbing two men by the neck with one hand each, skillfully throwing them down to the ground.

Before they could even cry out, a few others next to them also ended up awkwardly sprawled on the ground.

For the past two years, Feng Wei had been following Brother Cheng’s advice to run daily and almost every day was also teaching the village kids boxing, turning from a little fat kid into a muscular and exceptionally agile stout young man.

These guys before him weren’t even enough to lodge between his teeth.

Feng Wei dusted off his hands and turned to Wen Lan, "You didn’t get hit, did you?"

Wen Lan looked at her fists, then at the people on the ground, feeling a sense of loss, "At least leave one for me!"

Inside the classroom, Wei Junyan, bewildered, looked outside, still unable to react, when suddenly a chilling laugh rang beside her ear.

Lin Nianhe smiled radiantly, stretching her wrists as she stood up.

"Seeing them fight so passionately, come on, let’s practice too."

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