Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

Early in the morning, the courtyard gate was wide open, and Qi Rongguang's angry curses could be clearly heard even through a wall.

News of Qi Tianci's trouble at school had already spread. In this secluded village, there were almost no secrets. Qi Rongguang felt he had lost face, but he couldn't bear to scold his son, so he simply vented all his anger on the principal.

His family had long since figured out his temper, and everyone knew that whoever went up to him would be in trouble. Qi Tianci was even more guilty after causing trouble, so he disappeared early in the morning.

After Qi An went to school, Qi Yang simply decided to avoid seeing or worrying about the plants. She took her farm tools and went into the fields. She found a clean cloth and spread it under the shade of a tree. The surroundings were exceptionally quiet, and she felt very comfortable.

How can this not be considered a picnic?

Qi Yang reached into the cloth bag she carried with her and carefully pulled out a notebook.

The paper was slightly yellowed, and the girl's neat handwriting was written on it. It was a gift from Chu Wangshu to her.

Yesterday, she had just escaped Zhou Shan's entanglement and left with Qi An, but before she even reached her doorstep, she was stopped by Chu Wangshu.

She remembered Qi Yang mentioning that she wanted to study that day, so she immediately took out the notebook and handed it to Qi Yang. Qi Yang immediately tried to refuse, saying, "This notebook is too precious. If I take it, how will you review it? You still need it yourself."

Chu Wangshu's tone was much more relaxed. "It's alright. I've memorized all the key points in it. This notebook is just sitting here anyway, so I might as well show it to you. It should be of some help to you."

Qi Yang felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She put away the notebook, then went home and rummaged through a bag full of potatoes and sweet potatoes, stuffing them all into Chu Wangshu's hands.

Chu Wangshu also wanted to refuse, "You grew these yourself, right? There are too many, I..."

Qi Yang placed the notebook in her arms and said sincerely, "It's only fair to return the favor. Thank you for your notes."

Chu Wangshu took it, looked at the girl's delicate face, and accepted it.

Qi Yang looked down and opened the notebook in her hand. The knowledge points were clearly organized, and the key points were marked. Qi Yang gradually figured out Chu Wangshu's learning pattern.

The college entrance examination questions of this era differed slightly from those encountered in later generations. The question styles and the focus of the examinations were also slightly different, but the core knowledge points were largely the same.

Qi Yang was fairly confident as long as she could secure the opportunity to apply.

There are many ways to get rich, but she still chose the simplest one: learning. After all, nothing has a greater time lag than education.

Qi Yang was engrossed in reading the paper, her fingertips gently caressing it, when she suddenly heard a faint gasp.

Qi Yang immediately looked up and saw Dong Yuehua in the field not far away, holding her waist with one hand and struggling to straighten up. She was also holding a sickle for cutting grass.

Upon seeing this, Qi Yang immediately closed the notebook, put it in her cloth bag, and quickly walked over to take the farm tools from her hands.

When Dong Yuehua saw her daughter, she smiled subconsciously, but the pain in her lower back made her gasp. "It's just my old problem acting up again, it's nothing serious..."

Qi Yang had already efficiently cut the lawn. She lowered her head and said, "Go and rest."

After a moment, Dong Yuehua looked at her daughter's quiet back before speaking softly, "Yangyang, is your older sister still blaming me?"

She paused, her throat tightening, "It's my fault for not stopping your father back then. I watched helplessly as he accepted someone else's bride price and married your eldest sister off to a man twenty years her senior."

Qi Yang paused in her mowing, thought for a moment, and said, "This wasn't your decision, so don't blame yourself."

A woman who has been timid for decades has no say in her own home. If she resists, all she gets in return is her husband's beatings and endless arguments. She wants to protect him, but she can't.

After a long silence, Dong Yuehua spoke again, "Actually... it's not so bad for your eldest sister to marry into that family. At least she doesn't have to work hard in the fields every day, and she doesn't have to put up with your father's temper every day. Isn't a girl's life all about getting married and living a normal life?"

She spoke softly, without much confidence, and it was unclear whether she was trying to persuade Qi Yang or herself.

Qi Yang continued cutting the grass, her head slightly lowered, and said in a muffled voice, "Whether it's good or not, only she knows."

Upon hearing this, Dong Yuehua's expression froze.

She stood there blankly for a few seconds, the forced consolation on her lips slowly fading away. After a long while, she sighed, "...That's true."

Qi Yang quickly and efficiently cut the weeds clean. She tapped the sickle in her hand to remove the dirt, then stood up and patted the dirt off her palm.

The evening breeze gradually dispelled the daytime heat, and a faint scent of grain lingered in the air.

She turned to look at Dong Yuehua beside her, "Mom, we've finished cutting the grass, shall we go back?"

Dong Yuehua rubbed her aching lower back, her face always showing signs of exhaustion. "I'll go back and cook and pack my things first. You can pick An'an up from school on your way. Your brother skipped school again today. Sigh... that kid is such a worry."

Qi Yang nodded in response.

The mother and daughter parted ways at the edge of the field, and Qi Yang walked briskly along the country path toward the school.

Before school ended, the campus was quiet. Qi Yang walked into the courtyard and saw the office next to the low primary school building with the window open. Looking into the distance, Qi Yang immediately saw Lin Huaixu sitting by the window.

The young man was dressed in a clean and simple light-colored shirt. He lowered his eyes slightly, holding a pen and writing and drawing on the paper. His profile was clean and gentle. The soft light of the setting sun shone on him through the wooden window, adding to his gentle appearance.

Perhaps hearing the light footsteps outside the courtyard, Lin Huaixu paused slightly in his writing and looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Lin Huaixu's gentle eyes paused slightly, then he put down his pen, stood up, pushed open the wooden door to the office, and said softly, "Come in."

Qi Yang responded and went inside.

Upon seeing her small face, Lin Huaixu was taken aback again.

For some reason, a thin layer of dust clung to her cheeks and the tip of her nose, making her look rather dusty, which only made her eyes appear even brighter.

Lin Huaixu looked down at him, a faint smile involuntarily curving his lips.

Qi Yang, oblivious, asked in confusion, "Teacher Lin, why aren't you teaching?"

She usually bumped into him in his office whenever she came over.

Lin Huaixu raised his hand to tidy up the scattered lesson plans on the table. His voice was gentle and refined, and exceptionally pleasant to the ear. "This lesson is the principal's class. I haven't scheduled any classes for it."

Speaking of this, Lin Huaixu turned to the girl beside him and said, "I'll give you a detailed schedule later, which will indicate when I don't have classes. You can come according to the schedule so you don't make a wasted trip."

Qi Yang nodded gently and agreed, "Okay, thank you, Teacher Lin."

After saying that, she walked to the empty chair in front of the table, sat down, and prepared to take out her notes.