Zhang Dahu felt comforted; he lifted his hand and wiped his eyes with the back, looking eagerly at Lin Nianhe, "Teacher Lin, could you teach me too? I'm sure I can learn... Please, Teacher Lin, I really can learn, and you can have me do the calculations later!"
Lin Nianhe, one hand propped against her cheek, mercilessly refused, "I'm just a teacher at the village school; I can only teach the students there."
Zhang Dahu, tricked successfully into the pit by Lin Nianhe and Niuwa, exclaimed, "I'll go to school! I'll go to school! Teach me, Teacher Lin!"
"Alright, that will do."
Lin Nianhe nodded reluctantly.
Her fingers covered her curling lips, but couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.
Zhang Dahu presented the one yuan tuition fee his mother gave him and successfully enrolled without feeling tricked at all.
Just like that, when he was taken away by He Jianjun, he still waved at Lin Nianhe reluctantly, "Teacher Lin, I'll study hard."
Lin Nianhe replied, "Good."
