The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 160 - 133

Lin Guohao felt dispirited and frustrated; now he had ended up scolding himself. Just forget it, what a fool.

"It’s alright!" Lan Tian said indifferently.

Look at Lan Tian, unperturbed after finishing the exams, Lin Guohao felt even more gloomy.

Over at the desk, the principal correcting the papers occasionally looked up at this girl. Her performance had exceeded his expectations. The more he graded, the greater his surprise, with red check marks filling the papers from top to bottom, a sight of astonishment.

Having finished marking all the papers, besides Chinese, every other subject was perfect. No wonder Old Mo talked about her with such pride; this child truly deserved the praise.

Observing the girl, who sat leisurely drinking tea with a tranquil demeanor as if in a landscape painting filled with noble air, lively and spirited eyes, and a relaxed and contented look, she didn’t resemble a girl from the countryside but rather a delicate young lady from a noble family.

It’s indeed that I’m getting old, eyesight failing to the point of misjudging people. Fortunately, the school has this policy that prevents missing out on these hidden talents. Holding the papers, he went and sat across from Lan Tian, laying them on the coffee table.

"You’re called Lan Tian, aren’t you? I haven’t got it wrong, have I?" The principal looked at Lan Tian with a smile.

Lan Tian nodded, "You haven’t called me wrong."

The principal, moved by her talent, wanted to chat more with Lan Tian. Seeing Lin Guohao sneaking glances at the papers, he said humorously, "If you want to look, just look. There’s nothing you can’t see."

Lin Guohao gave an awkward smile, picked up the papers to look, and upon seeing all the red check marks was surprised. Glancing at Lan Tian and seeing the perfect scores on the last few papers, he stayed silent for a while before putting the papers back in their place.

Lan Tian’s admission to Jingli First Middle School was now a nailed-on certainty.

The principal watched the three of them leave and returned to his office. The teacher who had brought the test papers in was looking at Lan Tian’s papers. When he saw the principal returning, he waved the papers in his hand.

"Let me take this girl under my wing!"

These recent years’ youths are becoming more impressive. After coming to this school, he had heard colleagues mention the previously departed Mei Lan, a student with exceptional talents as if born to shine, as if all intelligence converged in her. It’s a pity that old-fashioned one snatched her away. Although he taught her for a year, she transferred to Beijing and was said to later become an apprentice to a very famous doctor. Now, she thrives in Beijing.

Although the old-fashioned one didn’t boast in school, everyone knew she was delighted that her student had become a prominent figure in Beijing. As a teacher, her pride was akin to glory.

"No, that won’t do." The principal took the papers from the teacher’s hand and returned them to his desk.

"Why not, uncle?" The teacher resisted, his cooked duck flying away, even calling out "uncle," desperately looking at the principal, clearly anxious.

The principal looked at his youngest nephew, who at over twenty years old was barely older than his grandson. With an impetuous nature and unpredictable behavior, the principal truly feared he’d spoil the students by teaching here.

"It’s not that I don’t want to give you the chance, but the little girl has chosen liberal arts."

The principal, recalling the previous conversation, also felt helpless.

"Which subject do you want to take?" The principal habitually sought the student’s opinion first. According to his guess, the young lady would choose science since mathematics, physics, and chemistry were all perfect.

"Liberal arts," Lan Tian said calmly. This was the course she had decided upon long ago, even for her university degree.

"What? She chose liberal arts? Are you kidding?"

The teacher, overwhelmed by emotion, pulled out the Chinese paper from the heap on his desk and, pointing to the essay question, exclaimed, "Look at this, not a single word written for the essay, yet going for liberal arts, when the scores in mathematics, physics, and chemistry are so strong, this is completely illogical!"

The principal was indeed speechless at his use of analogy. Did the teacher who taught him Chinese still live, he wondered. To have such a student was simply bad luck.

"Yelling at me won’t help. The girl made her own choice. What can I do, force her to change subjects?"

"Fine, if you can’t do anything, I’ll talk to her parents." Frustrated, the teacher left those words behind and walked away.

"This is indeed a possible solution!" Watching his nephew huff out, the principal stared out the door, lost in thought. After a while, he made a phone call to the Mo Mansion.

Let’s not talk about the argument between the teachers and the principal at school. Lin Guohao, who had just left the principal’s office, kept glancing over at Lan Tian as he walked.

Lan Tian turned his head to look at him, his eyes brimming with puzzlement, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

"It’s nothing." Lin Guohao shook his head, and after a little while, he looked over again.

Mo Junhua, standing nearby, gave Lin Guohao a cold look and stepped in between them, blocking Lin Guohao’s line of sight to Lan Tian.

"..." Lin Guohao watched him, his mouth twitching, thinking: Now’s the time he gets jealous again?

He looked at Lan Tian and then at Mo Junhua before speaking, "I was just curious, if you knew all along, why didn’t you do the problems from the start?"

Mo Junhua glanced at Lan Tian; he wanted to know the reason too.

Lan Tian laughed, so that was what it was about.

"Oh that, I was holding the test paper and thinking how many points would be appropriate. The original plan was to score moderately, but then I remembered Grandpa saying that the school has many smart students. Those who rank at the top have many privileges, so I changed my mind."

Both Mo Junhua and Lin Guohao didn’t know what to say. Did this even need consideration? Of course, you’d want to be the one with privileges!

Lan Tian’s admission to Jingli First Middle School was settled. From today on, she would stay with the Mo Family in Shanghai and attend school here. Mo Junhua drove back to the military base alone, having arranged with Lan Tian that she didn’t have to go to school on Sundays. He would pick her up on Saturday evening and return her to Shanghai on Monday morning.

As for Chunhua, she stayed in the health clinic of Mo Junhua’s unit through a special recruitment quota, under the title of a nurse, specifically to take care of Zhao Li.

...

Zhou Yuwei learned from Ma Juanjuan that Lan Tian was no longer at the military base. This time, Zhou Yuwei didn’t rashly come to look for Mo Junhua, especially considering there was Chunhua beside her, watching like a wolf.

When she came to the Military Building to gauge the situation, Tian Xianghua saw her arrival and smiled brighter than sunlight.

"Nurse Zhou is here. You’re looking for Lan Tian, aren’t you!" Tian Xianghua smiled smugly, "You might not know yet, but Lan Tian has gone to Shanghai to study. Oh my, I had no idea that Lan Tian was so good at studying. Sigh, that Jingli First Middle School, have you heard of it? I heard that Lan Tian is going there to study, having passed the examination on her own. Chunhua mentioned that, except for Chinese, all her subjects scored one hundred percent. Oh my, I never imagined there’d be a top scholar amongst us, and from our own countryside too." Tian Xianghua especially emphasized the word ’countryside’.

Tian Xianghua’s indirect mockery was directed at anyone who could hear, but clearly meant Zhou Yuwei. Zhou Yuwei, among these rural Military Wives, presented herself as a cultured and refined urbanite. But now, someone with more culture had emerged, attending a prestigious school in Shanghai no less. It made everyone wonder what she would play now.

Jingli First Middle School, how could she not know?

During her own college entrance exams, she had once aspired to attend that school. Others might not know, but how could Zhou Yuwei be unaware of her own capabilities; she didn’t dare to apply. In her city, at her school, maybe she had a bit of talent, but not enough to enter Jingli First Middle School.

And here was Lan Tian, a country bumpkin, who got into the school she had once longed for—a stark, resounding slap to the face.

Zhou Yuwei, her face red with embarrassment, considered herself to be a cultured city dweller. However, she was outclassed by a rural girl, and faced with the scornful eyes of the other Military Wives, Zhou Yuwei walked away rigid-faced, as if she had lost her soul.

Back at the health clinic, she slammed the door shut and turned blue with rage, furiously seated herself and stared at the medicine cabinet on the desk. The sight of the various medical instruments displeased her, and she swept them all onto the floor.

"Lan Tian, Lan Tian, you’re my nemesis. There can’t be you if there’s me, and there can’t be me if there’s you, ah~~~~~" She unleashed her frenzy by stomping on the instruments on the floor, "I’ll trample you, trample you. Let’s see how you can still compete with me for Mo Junhua."

After venting her anger, she picked up a broom from the corner to clean up and changed into presentable clothes before heading to the Military District Hospital.

...

Inside the Military District Hospital, in Chu Yang’s office, he was attentively answering a call from an official above.

"...Yes, rest assured, I have found the most suitable candidate. This time, we will definitely bring him down and not delay your major arrangement. Alright, I will take care of this matter as soon as possible, please be at ease."

As he was speaking, a knock on the door interrupted him. Chu Yang quickly hung up the phone, walked over to open the door, and upon seeing that the visitor was Zhou Yuwei, he pulled her into the office.

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