Quick Transmigration: The Control Group in Sweet Novels

"Could you teach me?" Lin Huaixu took the hoe and humbly asked, "I'd like to learn too."

Qi Yang was slightly taken aback, but remembering that Lin Huaixu was a teacher, she figured he probably had this kind of studious spirit, so the girl replied crisply, "Of course."

She rolled up her sleeves and demonstrated with great practice. She pointed to the soft clods of earth under her feet, "You have to dig downwards at an angle with the hoe, not too straight, otherwise the soil won't be loosened and you'll easily tire your wrists..."

Lin Huaixu lowered his eyes and earnestly imitated her, placing the hoe in the soil with somewhat clumsy movements.

He turned his head to look at the girl beside him. Every time they met, Lin Huaixu noticed that Qi Yang always wore clothes several sizes too big, which made her figure look even more slender, but her body seemed to have inexhaustible energy.

He couldn't help but ask, "Do you grow these often?"

"Yes." Qi Yang squatted down and casually brushed away the turned-up soil. "There's a lot of land at home, so I come over to take care of it whenever I have time. It rains unpredictably in the mountains, so we have to water it more often when it's dry, and we have to pay attention to drainage when it rains a lot, otherwise the roots will easily rot."

She spoke fluently and skillfully about the intricacies of the subject, her eyes sparkling with life as she recounted her experiences, radiating the rustic charm of someone who had grown up in the mountains.

Lin Huaixu listened quietly, a strange feeling gradually rising in his heart.

He grew up in the city from a stable family. His only task from childhood to adulthood was to study, and he had never been involved in any of these things.

Upon arriving at Qingya Village, Lin Huaixu discovered that the taps didn't provide a continuous flow of clean water; sometimes he had to fetch water from the well, which was quite laborious.

Yet, it was precisely in the barren and isolated mountains that such a beautiful girl as Qi Yang was raised.

Sunlight fell on the girl's soft hair, covering it with a light golden edge. Lin Huaixu quietly looked at her, and suddenly felt a clear heartbeat in his chest. Before he could examine it closely, he heard the girl exclaim in confusion, "Teacher Lin, this is not right."

Lin Huaixu snapped back to reality, looked down, and realized he had almost damaged the potato seedlings underneath. The young man quickly raised his hand, "...Sorry."

"It's alright, Teacher Lin." Qi Yang found his stunned expression somewhat amusing: "Practice makes perfect."

Looking at the sparkle in her eyes, Lin Huaixu couldn't help but smile faintly. "Looking at you now, you actually have the makings of a teacher."

Qi Yang felt that he was teasing her, so she said shyly, "I just figured out this method by doing it a lot."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the hoe, intending to finish shoveling the remaining soil, but Lin Huaixu gently blocked her as soon as she touched the wooden handle.

"I'll do it," Lin Huaixu said gently. "I want to familiarize myself with it a bit more; it's a rare experience."

Qi Yang's hand grasped at empty air, and she was stunned for a moment. Seeing his insistent attitude, she didn't try to grab it anymore.

The girl obediently retreated to the edge of the field and watched his movements.

Lin Huaixu learns things very quickly. What was a little clumsy and awkward a moment ago gradually became proficient.

Qi Yang stood aside and watched for a while before turning around and quickly walking to the shade of a tree not far away. She found her cloth bag, took out an old piece of coarse cloth that she always carried with her, unfolded it, and carefully spread it on the open ground.

After laying the mat, Qi Yang turned around and saw that Lin Huaixu had almost finished. She raised her hand and called out to him, "Teacher Lin."

Lin Huaixu looked over and walked over.

The two sat down on the spot. The man was tall and had long legs, so the small piece of coarse cloth seemed a bit too small for him. He could only slightly curl his long legs up and awkwardly press them against his body.

Qi Yang saw this and quietly pursed her lips to suppress her laughter.

She lowered her eyes and rummaged through her old cloth bag for a while, then took out a few potatoes that she had cooked at home that morning. The skins were already cold. She handed them to Lin Huaixu and explained softly, "Teacher Lin, these are what I cooked this morning. They're nothing special, but please have something to eat first."

"Thank you." Lin Huaixu reached out and took it.

The two sat side by side under the dappled shade of a tree, quietly munching on soft, sweet potatoes. The field was exceptionally quiet, with a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves overhead.

After a moment, Lin Huaixu turned his head and looked at the girl's quiet profile. "How's it going with the material I assigned you yesterday?"

Qi Yang paused in her eating and looked at the man's calm expression.

"..."

She silently complained to herself that even eating with her teacher was stressful, but calmly replied, "That's about enough."

Lin Huaixu hummed in agreement. "Want to recite it and listen to it?"

Qi Yang resignedly put down the potato in her hand, sat up straight, cleared her throat, and said, "Well... I'll start memorizing now."

The girl's voice was sweet and clear as she recited the text.

Lin Huaixu lowered his eyes and quietly watched her recite her lessons. His gaze unconsciously fell on her lips as they opened and closed, and his heart was gradually captivated by the pure girl in front of him.

But he didn't quite understand what this feeling was like.

He attributed it to his appreciation for a child who studies hard.

After a moment, Qi Yang stopped speaking, and Lin Huaixu pushed up his glasses and agreed, "Not bad, you know it very well."

Qi Yang's face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Teacher Lin."

Looking at the girl's bright appearance, the young man's thoughts were churning.

He believed that Qi Yang was a promising candidate for university.

She was born in the mountains, and was destroyed by the mountains, but the mountains also nurtured her resilience.

Lin Huaixu's heart softened, and almost instinctively he raised his hand and gently patted the girl's head. "Keep it up."

The moment your fingertips touch the strands of hair, the texture is soft.

Both of them froze.

This gesture seems too intimate.

Qi Yang's body tensed slightly. She saw that Lin Huaixu seemed to have come to his senses as well and instantly withdrew his hand.

She paused for a moment, suppressing the strange flutter in her heart. Teacher Lin was gentle and upright, and extremely kind to all her students. She thought that almost all teachers were this kind and approachable, so it wasn't surprising.

Just then, smoke rose from several houses at the village entrance, and the faint aroma of food wafted in on the breeze. As dusk approached, Qi Yang immediately got up to tidy up her things on the ground. "Teacher Lin, I should go back now. I had an appointment to meet my sister."

Upon hearing this, Lin Huaixu was slightly taken aback and felt inexplicably flustered. He subconsciously thought that his overstepping behavior had frightened her, and a trace of annoyance flashed through his mind.

He also stood up, saying, "Let me see you off."

"No need, Teacher Lin." Qi Yang quickly waved her hand. "It's getting late, you should go back too."

There are many people and eyes in these mountains. When people of the opposite sex walk together, no matter how intimate their behavior is, they will inevitably be gossiped about by the villagers. This can lead to rumors and gossip, which can be very troublesome.

Lin Huaixu seemed to have thought of this as well. He could only suppress the reluctance and regret in his heart, nod slightly, and follow her with his gaze, "...Then be careful on your way."