Lin Nianhe has always been very self-aware and never does anything beyond his ability.
For example, you can't fight Wen Lan, you can't fight Xiao Lan, you can't fight Sister Lan.
Half of her 500-word essay quoted Mr. Liang's "Young China", and the other half was used to stitch together the quoted words... That's it, submission?
She was afraid that the editor of the newspaper would travel thousands of miles to come and hack her to death.
Perhaps she refused too quickly and too firmly, and Zhou Chujiang was confused.
He rubbed his ears and looked at Lin Nianhe with some uncertainty: "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you just said."
Lin Nianhe said again kindly: "No, no, no need to bother, I won't submit, thank you."
Zhou Chujiang looked around blankly.
He is the most talented Chinese teacher in Lan County High School. How many colleagues and students usually expect him to mention them when submitting articles... Now he presented the opportunity to Lin Nianhe, but she refused outright?
Zhou Chujiang suddenly laughed like a self-mockery. He shook his head, then shook his head again, with a complicated expression.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
This guy doesn't look normal, so maybe she shouldn't go back to Straw Hat.
She had just lived a peaceful life for three days and did not want to cause any more trouble.
It's just a straw hat, far less important than her peace.
Thinking of this, Lin Nianhe swallowed all the anger when he got up, stood up, patted his clothes, took two steps back and nodded distantly towards Zhou Chujiang: "Comrade Zhou, take care of yourself, I'm going back."
After she finished speaking, she left without even giving Zhou Chujiang a chance to stay.
Zhou Chujiang stood by the river and laughed for a while, then looked at the blue sky, the leaves, and then looked down at the river.
The man in the water has thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is the most popular appearance at the moment.
Well, not only is he talented, but he also has great looks.
Zhou Chujiang confirmed himself first, and then another doubt emerged in his mind:
So...did she not understand her hint?
…
"ah!"
"You are the fruit of the harvest!"
"You are the boundless wheat wave!"
"You are my beacon, my beacon!"
"Who are you……"
Beside the cornfield in the afternoon, the ups and downs of recitation overwhelmed the sound of the fluttering leaves.
The corn stalks are already taller than a person, and in the distance only straw hats can be seen walking among them.
This adds a lot of difficulty to the work of the team leaders. After all, you can't tell who is who from the straw hat.
The boredom belongs to other teams, and the fifth team does not have this problem——
"Lin Nianhe! What are you doing? Are you growing in the ground?"
As for the fifth team, the only one who could stand there for a long time without moving was probably Lin Zhiqing, who didn't even work hard as a grinder.
Yes, this afternoon, all the educated youths started working again.
Maybe some of them didn't really want to work, and the main reason for coming out was that the backyard of the Educated Youth Point was too noisy.
In the distance, the person who was called by the team leader was separated by seven or eight ridges of green land. He raised a hand high and said, "Uncle! I'm here! I haven't moved!"
Lin Nianhe said, as if he was afraid that he would not be conspicuous enough or convincing, he pushed aside the corn leaves and jumped up to the field ridge through the mountains and rivers.
She looked at the squad leader and spread her hands helplessly: "Uncle, who do you think is me again? Let's be serious, you can't always be like this. People who don't know may think that I have become sworn friends with Corn."
The squad leader looked at her, then at the person who had not moved so far, and confirmed that he had indeed called the wrong name this time.
He touched his nose in embarrassment. In order to seek the truth, he quickly stepped down the field to find the real owner.
Lin Nianhe took advantage of the situation and sat down on the edge of the field, picked up the kettle and drank water.
The team leader went to the wooden pile and was so shocked that he couldn't even speak.
There is no other reason. The person who is working there is Wen Lan.
The squad leader looked at her and said in a hesitant voice: "Wen Zhiqing, you... have a sprained foot?"
Wen Lan suddenly came back to her senses and realized that she had been holding a corn leaf and hadn't moved it for a long time.
Her face immediately turned red, and she shook her head first, then reacted and nodded sharply.
The squad leader looked at her suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Lan twitched the corner of his mouth and patted his thigh: "My legs, my legs are numb."
"ah……"
The squad leader breathed a sigh of relief.
But it scared him to death, so he just said, how could Wen Zhiqing not work hard?
The squad leader said, "Then you move around. If that doesn't work, take a break."
"Hey, hey." Wen Lan lowered her eyes guiltily and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The team leader didn't say any work points would be deducted, because in the past few months, Wen Lan had this kind of problem for the first time, and he wanted to believe that Wen Lan just had numbness in his legs.
The team leader returned to the edge of the field and met Lin Nianhe's curious eyes: "Uncle, who is this time?"
She held a kettle in one hand and fanned herself with a straw hat in the other. She sat on the edge of the field, her calves dangling.
Team leader: "It doesn't matter who you were before, but if you don't go back to work, you won't even get two work points today."
Lin Nianhe didn't care: "Okay, I understand."
Team leader: "Six-year-old Gou Wazi got three work points for hunting pigweed yesterday."
Lin Nianhe stood up suddenly, twisting the lid of the kettle and walking back, muttering: "That's not possible, I can't be worse than a child... Isn't it just three jobs? Fuck him!"
The squad leader regretted it.
He should give an example of four work points!
"ah!"
"You are a shining star!"
"You are the moon in the sky!"
"Who are you……"
The cornfield fell silent, and the sound of reciting reached everyone's ears again.
Lin Nianhe came to work just to hide from the crowd, but as a result, there was another person here who didn't have a wink. She gritted her teeth and pulled the weeds a little harder.
Not far away, Wang Shumei's voice came: "Nianhe, who has such a leisurely mind? Isn't he tired from reciting poetry in the fields in the afternoon?"
Lin Nianhe glanced towards the source of the sound and could only vaguely see a piece of clothing.
She rolled her eyes: "So this is a recitation. I always thought he was singing out of tune!"
"puff……"
"Hahaha……"
Laughter came from several directions around.
Widow Zhao's voice came over: "I just looked at it, it was the male teacher... Hey, Lin Zhiqing, you are educated, how good is his poem?"
Before Lin Nianhe could answer, Aunt Li answered first: "How's it going? I don't think it's good, what a wheat wave, what we have is corn."
"Hahaha……"
After a while of laughter, Widow Zhao said: "Lin Zhiqing, can you write poetry? Write one for us?"
Lin Nianhe: "Huh?"
How did this fire involve her?
"Yes, yes, Lin Zhiqing writes one!"
"Quick, girl Lin, don't be shy, you must be better at writing than anyone else!"
Lin Nianhe: "Haha."
Thank you aunts for thinking so highly of her!
If Lin Nianhe knew that her sneer would be misinterpreted like that in the future, he would not laugh like this even if he killed her...
(End of chapter)
