Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 673 - 672: The Pain of Learning or the Ache of Studying

Chapter 673: Chapter 672: The Pain of Learning or the Ache of Studying

Watching her two sisters studying at night with their faces covered in water pox, Lin Nianhe heaved a sigh and said, "If I had known that a thousand yuan could spur you two into action, why did I bother threatening you with a kitchen knife before?"

Wang Shumei raised her head from the sea of questions, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Lin Nianhe: "What? You’re also giving each of us a thousand yuan?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wen Lan’s headache had gone, her vision had cleared, and her slow brain had frantically caught up: "Hezi, let’s not talk about a thousand yuan between us, just give 999 yuan."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

So what’s actually swimming inside the water pox is their brainswimming with thoughts, right?

Because there were definitely more than just Wen Lan and Wang Shumei inspired by the incentive money, presently, 99.99% of Lan County’s candidates had fallen into the strange cycle of "taking university exams and earning incentive money."

Even the five hundred yuan for getting into a junior college would be enough to cover several years of schooling by pinching pennies. And if one did even better, wouldn’t life be even more comfortable?

Regardless of the motive, the process and outcome were both pleasing.

Wong Xiao didn’t idle either, taking the time to introduce a new rule:

Educated youth and workers could apply to stop work and review for exams.

He wasn’t worried about the upcoming autumn harvest—this year’s Spring Trade Fair saw Factory Director Ji fulfill his promises, forcefully securing a quota for fifty tractors, enough to make up for the lack of human labor.

Although there would be no salary or points given during the work stoppage, there was a free canteen in the tutoring class, so they wouldn’t starve.

Many chose to stop work, heading out before dawn and returning home under the stars and moon.

Along the way, the sound of reciting texts always echoed.

...

Another ten days passed, and the three girls in the sick ward had all recovered.

They were recovering well with no scars left on their faces; their smooth and even skin seemed even better than before they were sick.

Seeing that they were all fine, Su Yuncheng and Sun Guanghui both let out a sigh of relief.

These past two weeks had been really tough.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, the three girls, treated by Doctor Zhou Fenyang, once again presented her with a silk banner bearing the names of the patriarchs of Western medicine.

Zhou Fenyang, holding their hands with tears in her eyes, earnestly advised them, "Study hard and make sure you get into college... and then don’t come back."

Looking at the banner that read "The Reincarnation of Asclepius, The Rebirth of Hippocrates" for the second time, Zhou Fenyang really wanted to write to the farthest university from Lan County, begging them to please accept these three disasters.

Does anyone feel life is tough because of receiving banners?

Yes, she does.

Whenever midnight came, Zhou Fenyang would lie on her bed, and the words that floated through her mind were always: "Are you three sick?"

Lin Nianhe took Zhou Fenyang’s hand and shook it warmly, "Don’t worry, Sister Fen Yang, no matter how far I go, you will always be my only connection in the medical system. If I get sick, I’ll definitely come back to you!"

Zhou Fenyang’s breath hitched: "I thank your eight generations of ancestors."

Lin Nianhe grinned: "On behalf of my eight generations of ancestors, you’re welcome!"

Zhou Fenyang: "..."

After being sick for two weeks, and having taken a bath, Lin Nianhe returned to Ten Miles Team and found out how many packages she had received.

Since her little house was locked, Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi left her packages in the vacant house in the front yard.

Lin Nianhe looked through each one, her mouth involuntarily curving upward.

These packages were all sent after the news of the restoration of the college entrance exam, from all over the country, from people Lin Nianhe had met at the two Trade Fairs last year, sending her textbooks and workbooks.

Lin Nianhe wasn’t short of these materials; after opening them and organizing, she passed them on to Feng Yuanshan, telling him to make arrangements and put them to good use.

She herself wrote one letter of gratitude after another, becoming the second person in the Educated Youth Corps to measure the thickness of their letters by the ruler.

This term, the village school welcomed a new teacher.

Teacher selections were made by Principal Wu after strict evaluations, and they underwent a half-month of training in advance, which greatly reduced the discomfort of the children and continued the excellent tradition of the "Praise Group."

Some children cried and asked why their teacher was changing.

Principal Wu simply held a school meeting and told them that the teachers were going to take the college entrance exam, and in the future, they would have to take it too. As long as they worked hard, they could attend the same college as their teachers.

That day, Principal Wu held up a Peking University photo once brought back by Lin Nianhe and said to pairs of red-rimmed eyes: "This is where your teachers are going. Study hard, and one day you can go there to find them."

The children pursed their lips, some feeling sad but others hopeful.

The place in the photo looked so beautiful; they too wanted to go.

...

Ten Miles Team’s review classes continued as before, now more openly and around the clock.

Everyone ditched the cram schools in the county, since here it was closer to home, less crowded, and they had Principal Wu by their side to clear up any doubts. There was no need to go far when the benefits were nearby.

Now, Lin Nianhe had returned.

Math and Chinese, physics and chemistry, history and geography—there wasn’t a question she couldn’t answer.

However—

"Why are you sleeping? How can you even fall asleep at this age?"

"Tired? Then why are you still sitting? Get up, wash your face, and study while standing outside."

"You have plenty of days left to eat, why eat so much now? Won’t you feel sleepy after overeating?"

"Do you want to take a look at the cram school? There are one to two thousand people from Lan County taking the college entrance exam. Can you imagine how many are taking it nationwide?"

"Just one more point on the exam and you could surpass hundreds, even thousands comrades! With one more point, you would be even more powerful than 60 cannons!"

Holding a small teaching whip, Lin Nianhe, together with the entire village, was determined to even go to extremes of "hanging beams and jabbing thighs" to instill the spirit of the Hardworking guy to the end.

Some thought about rebelling.

Lin Nianhe just smiled, then directly called them out using the village broadcast system:

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Wang, someone in the review class is saying they don’t want to study anymore!"

The rebel: "...!"

Five minutes later, Wang Hong arrived, holding the iron shovel that everyone was very familiar with.

"Let’s see, who doesn’t want to study?"

The rebel: "..."

With Wang Hong backing her up, Lin Nianhe smiled even more brilliantly: "Don’t want to endure the hardships of studying? Fine, as long as you can take a beating. I’ve always been a kind person, giving everyone the choice—either the pain of learning or the pain of discipline. Choose one."

As young people determined to prepare for the exams, everyone unanimously chose the pain of learning.

After all, even if they got beaten, they still had to study—their parents had already become adept at not beating their faces, their right hands, their buttocks, in order to not hinder their studies.

They were just tired, not stupid!

However, they weren’t too worried, after all, Aunt Wang couldn’t always be there, she had her own work to do too!

And then, Su Yuncheng arrived.

He’d been very busy this year, finally exonerating all the innocent people involved in Zhang Jian and Shi Chengkun’s case. Now he had completed all the procedures and came to find Teacher Lin to prepare for the exams.

He just sat beside Lin Nianhe, without saying a word, and the whole classroom quieted down.

Many people present had witnessed him killing wild boars with their own eyes, and they felt that, well, they certainly couldn’t take a beating as well as a wild boar could.

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