Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 692 - 691: Perfect Score Answer

Lin Nianhe actually wasn’t sure what exactly there was that Su Yuncheng "dared not" do.

She only knew that when it came to her, his "dare not" was not out of fear, but respect, consideration for her, and restraint when emotions ran deep.

Comrade Old Lin probably understood as well—Su Yuncheng was a soldier he had trained, he knew him.

But anyway...

"Dare to bully my daughter, and I’ll break your legs!"

The prospective father-in-law looked more and more annoyed the more he looked at his prospective son-in-law.

"The child has just come home, why are you making such a fuss?" Aunt Lin tied on her apron, "Come here, help me peel the potatoes."

Minister Lin happily went to peel the potatoes.

He didn’t look at the potatoes, but kept his eyes on Aunt Lin, talking to her about work, mundane matters, and about a stone he ran over on the road today... then he segue into the serious issue of maintaining road cleanliness.

Lin Nianhe shrank her head back, waved at Su Yuncheng, and asked him to come upstairs with her.

"Don’t mind my dad, he’s just tough-talking," Lin Nianhe finished up for Comrade Old Lin.

Su Yuncheng had a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I understand."

Lin Nianhe put clothes aside, pulled Su Yuncheng to sit down, and casually took an orange to peel: "Do you still have to work these days?"

"There’s not much work to do," said Su Yuncheng, "My most important task right now is to accompany you."

"Accompany me to do what?"

"To accompany you... whatever is fine."

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips in a smile, broke off a segment of the orange and brought it to Su Yuncheng’s mouth, "Then tomorrow, come with me to visit Grandpa Ji, okay?"

"Okay."

Su Yuncheng ate the orange, its sweetness filling his mouth.

Meeting Elder Ji, Lin Nianhe was still a bit nervous.

She knew exactly what the old man expected of her, so—

"Grandpa, I was wrong!"

As soon as they met, Lin Nianhe, proactive, admitted her mistake before Elder Ji could even speak.

Her eyelashes clung to teardrops, trembling and particularly heart-wrenching.

Elder Ji: "..."

He hadn’t said a word yet!

Why was the young girl crying already?

He looked at Lin Nianhe, his brow slightly quivering.

Looking thin, looking pale, she must have been tired from recent exam preparations.

Elder Ji felt sorry for her—what resounding talent could there be? Becoming the national top scholar was no easy feat, she must have suffered a lot.

Of course, the old man wouldn’t know that Lin Nianhe’s pallor today was purely because of the exertions on the train a few days ago.

Her body was weak, even a little tiredness would make her look like this.

Back in the Ten Miles Team, her complexion was much rosier!

"What, what did you do wrong?" Elder Ji strained his face, asking in what he thought was his sternest voice.

Little did he know, his tone sounded to Su Yuncheng and Ji Mingyi behind him even gentler than a spring breeze passing through willow leaves.

Lin Nianhe acted as if she hadn’t noticed, her eyelashes twitched a few times, and the tears fell.

"I know Grandpa wanted me to take up a diplomatic job, but I chose physics instead."

Lin Nianhe had always been quick to admit her mistakes.

With this skill, she had avoided countless beatings.

"Why did you choose physics?" Elder Ji continued to ask, not forgetting to hand Lin Nianhe a handkerchief.

Behind them, Ji Mingyi heard the question and couldn’t contain his anticipation.

He spent the last few years abroad with his grandfather, choosing to major in fine arts when he went to university.

At the time, his grandfather also asked him "Why," and after he responded, he nearly had his legs broken.

He looked at Lin Nianhe, eager to know how she would answer this question.

Lin Nianhe wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and after a moment of silence, she said:

"A couple of years ago at the Trade Fair, I saw that no one was interested in our machinery factory’s delegation. I asked Uncle Chang, and he said it was because our machines were not advanced... Later, the hand-cranked threshing machines and sausage production lines sold very well."

"But we can’t expect these two products to last ten or twenty years, we are progressing, and so are they, we can’t stop on this road of scientific research."

"I admit I have mediocre talent, yet I also wish to contribute some strength."

After she finished her last word, her eyes lifted to look at Elder Ji.

Unbeknownst to her, tears had started to gather in the old man’s eyes.

He patted Lin Nianhe’s hand, then gripped it tightly.

"Good, good!"

"Girl, do well! Grandpa supports you!"

Tears welled up in Elder Ji’s eyes, as he didn’t forget to glance back at Ji Mingyi.

Ji Mingyi: "..."

Why did this perfect answer appear only after he had been severely beaten?

Upon reflection, wasn’t what Lin Nianhe said similar to his own words from back then, "I like it"?

He felt the beating he received back then was quite undeserved.

Elder Ji, cheered up, invited Lin Nianhe to stay for dinner, and he even cooked himself.

Lin Nianhe helped in the kitchen, chatting merrily about various interesting happenings from Ten Miles Team’s exam preparation times.

"By the way, did Xiao Si from Sie Family really not pass the exam?"

"Yes, actually his scores weren’t low, but he messed up when applying to the schools, which is why he didn’t get in. Otherwise, he could have probably gone to the normal university."

"That’s a bit regrettable... But no matter, he can put in more effort this year."

"Yeah, he’s currently filming a movie at the Forest; when he comes back, I’ll ask him to show it to you."

"Okay..."

The kitchen was bustling; meanwhile, in the living room, Ji Mingyi pondered for a long time before approaching Su Yuncheng and asked, "Brother Cheng, can I ask you something?"

Su Yuncheng was making tea and without lifting his head, he said, "Go ahead."

"Do you think if I spoke like Nianhe, could I convince my grandfather to let me study fine arts?" Ji Mingyi asked nervously, rubbing his hands.

Su Yuncheng: "No."

"Why?"

"Because you are not her."

"..."

The same words spoken by different people can have drastically different effects.

Ji Mingyi sighed deeply, feeling as if he had just swallowed a half-pound of vinegar.

Though they spoke quietly, Lin Nianhe overheard them.

She took a moment to look back at Ji Mingyi—his face bore the same despondence as Yufei who was forced to apply for universities.

At the dinner table, Lin Nianhe casually said, "Grandpa, you know a lot of people, and I have a personal favor to ask."

"What is it?" Elder Ji, in a good mood, asked smilingly.

"The Spring Trade Fair is just around the corner, and this year’s hairstyles at Lan County Textile Factory are closely linked with painting, and we thought of hanging some paintings when setting up the exhibition—"

"It doesn’t have to be masterpieces; mainly it should fit the theme, but we really don’t have such talents available, so I was wondering if you might know someone?"

Upon hearing about painting, Ji Mingyi suddenly perked up, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Lin Nianhe.

However, Lin Nianhe didn’t look at him, continuing to speak to Elder Ji: "I selfishly think it would be best if it were someone not famous who can draw, because to match the style of the headpieces, famous artists certainly won’t paint according to our requirements."

Before Elder Ji could react, Ji Mingyi couldn’t help but blurt out: "I can, I can! I can draw!"

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