Lin Nianhe took her notebook to the private plot in the backyard of the village elementary school, where Wen Lan was tending to the vegetable garden. Upon seeing Lin Nianhe, her first words were, "There's a stool, take a seat, don't come over here."
Lin Nianhe suddenly felt touched: "Sister Lan, are you worried I'll get tired?"
Sister Lan is so kind, yet she had just thought of shifting the blame onto her.
She really deserved to die!
Wen Lan: "I'm worried you'll be more of a hindrance. It's fine if you fall, but don't damage my vegetables."
Lin Nianhe: "…"
She seemed to have not made a good impression just now.
Lin Nianhe made a face behind Wen Lan's back, then stealthily sat on the little stool, opened her notebook, and took out a neatly folded physics test paper.
Dreams, she couldn't think of any at the moment, but she could set a small goal for herself—getting into Peking University.
