Rebirth: Starting from a Trainee Teacher

Chapter 107 Teaching Yang Wenwen and her daughter to draw
After lunch, Yang's mother, who had a rare chance to get away, went to the street alone, while Yang Wenwen and her daughter stayed at home.

Zhou Jing had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he was not in a hurry to leave. Since he was already here, he stayed and played with the little girl for a while. Yang Wenwen was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Zhou Jing was playing with the little girl in the living room.

There was an adult's coat on the sofa. It was a small white down jacket that Yang Wenwen wore in the morning. Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Zhou Jing picked up the down jacket and put it on the back of the sofa. He couldn't help but smell it before putting it down.

The faint fragrance of Yang Wenwen lingered on the clothes, which aroused Zhou Jing's hormones.

"Uncle Xiao Zhou, can you tell me a story?"

The little girl took out a storybook from the drawer, lay on Zhou Jing's legs and spoke in a coquettish voice.

"Okay, give Uncle Zhou a kiss and tell you."

"E-Bang!"

The little girl was not stingy and threw herself into Zhou Jing's arms and kissed him on the face.

Zhou Jing opened the storybook and found a short story to start telling.

"The little pig doesn't take a bath. Once upon a time, there was a little pig. He had a round head, big ears, a perky nose and a chubby body. He loved to eat. After eating, he would either sleep soundly or play in the mud in a stinky puddle. He always said, "I, the little pig, don't take a bath." One day, the little pig decided to go find some children to play with.

"This story tells children that they should love cleanliness, wash their hands and faces frequently, so that they can find more good friends. Do you understand, CC?"

"Ok!"

When Zhou Jing was telling the story, he deliberately replaced some of the original words or sentences in the book with more vivid and humorous ones, making the story easier to attract children's attention. After telling the story, he also explained the moral implications of the story to the little girl.

"Will you still cry when you wash your face?"

After washing the dishes, Yang Wenwen came to the living room and asked her daughter.

"I didn't cry."

"You cry louder than a pig. No one likes a dirty, smelly child. If you don't like to be clean, Uncle Zhou won't play with you anymore. Don't let Uncle Zhou hold you right after dinner. It's hard enough for Uncle Zhou to play with you."

Yang Wenwen sat on the sofa and pulled her daughter away from Zhou Jing's arms.

The child was never idle unless she fell asleep, so she took out her sketchbook and colored pencils and asked Zhou Jing to teach her how to draw.

Zhou Jing thought for a few seconds and said, "Uncle Zhou, can you teach CC how to draw a bee?"

"Okay!"

"Watch it!"

"First, draw a round 8, a 3 on each side, two Vs on the top and bottom, two small tentacles, then draw the eyes and mouth, draw five lines on its belly, and finally color it."

Zhou Jing first drew the outline with a black pen, then used a yellow pen to paint the face and belly stripes, and a blue pen to paint the wings.

"Your Uncle Zhou is so amazing. How come Zhou Jing has so many painting skills?"

Yang Wenwen couldn't help but admire the boy's cleverness and dexterity. These techniques were very practical in coaxing children.

“I’ve seen posts by painting bloggers online before.”

Zhou Jing had watched short videos in his previous life. Having watched countless short videos, Zhou Jing can be considered to be knowledgeable and knows a little bit about everything.

"Uncle Xiao Zhou taught me."

The little girl looked at the cute little bee on the paper and was eager to try it out.

"Write an 8"

Zhou Jing asked the little girl to stand between his legs in front of him, and held her little hand to teach her step by step.

Yang Wenwen also picked up a pen and followed along, stroke by stroke, and memorized the formula.

"Okay?"

After finishing the painting, Yang Wenwen placed it in front of Zhou Jing and said.

“Half my level.”

Zhou Jing said without any modesty.

“There’s not such a big gap.”

Yang Wenwen compared the two paintings together and found that they were indeed not as delicate as the boy's, and there was still room for improvement.

Zhou Jing taught the little girl how to draw three times and said, "I'll teach Teacher Yang a more complicated one. Do you want to learn?"

"Sure!" Of course Yang Wenwen wanted to learn so that she could slowly teach her daughter after she learned it.

"Call me Teacher Zhou, and I will teach Teacher Yang how to draw a cat"

Zhou Jing said this with a tone that was 50% joking and 50% serious.

"Don't you want to hear me call your name?"

"No, I just want to hear Teacher Yang call me teacher in private."

Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen undoubtedly have the deepest teacher-student relationship, and it feels even better when Yang Wenwen calls him teacher in private.

Yang Wenwen thought it was nothing, and was about to shout but felt a little awkward, "Teacher Zhou, is that ok?"

"Just call out the name!" Yang Wenwen's call was awkward, and Zhou Jing also felt awkward. Zhou Jing stopped keeping the girl in suspense and let her draw the bee herself. He moved over and sat next to Yang Wenwen and said, "Write 200, and make the 0 smaller."

Yang Wenwen picked up the pen and followed the steps.

"Draw another big circle like this, connect the two zeros at the bottom, draw ears, eyes, nose and mouth, beard on top, connect the body, small feet, draw a tail, pattern, and you're done."

"Very vivid."

Yang Wenwen admired the boy more and more, and couldn't help sighing in her heart how happy her child would be if she had such a father. She drew the picture again according to the boy's teaching and showed it to her daughter.

"CC, what do you think of mom's painting?"

"Cat, I want to learn too. Uncle Zhou, teach me."

The little girl was very happy to see her favorite animal, and she stood in front of Zhou Jing and held the pen.

"Cats are hard to draw, so learn carefully!"

After teaching his mother, Zhou Jing now teaches his daughter and enjoys it.

Yang Wenwen slightly twisted her shoulders and leaned towards Zhou Jing. She was wearing a black and white wide striped knitted cardigan and slim jeans. Her face was filled with a smile that seemed to carry a temperature of 37 degrees. Zhou Jing smelled her fragrance, his eyes swept across her cheek, and he was distracted for a moment, so the lines on his hand were not drawn well.

Yang Wenwen was also a little distracted at this time. The two of them were too close. She smelled the faint masculine scent emanating from the boy's body due to sweating after playing basketball in the morning. Yang Wenwen, who had been alone in the empty room for a long time, couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster. Her face felt slightly hot. Realizing the strange feeling in her body, Yang Wenwen put down her pen, got up, went to the bathroom, wiped her face with a wet towel, went to the balcony to get some fresh air, and waited until she was completely calm before returning to the living room.

"Has Teacher Yang lost weight recently?"

"Have it?"

I don’t know why Yang Wenwen hasn’t weighed herself recently, but it’s possible that she has lost weight. She has been eating more regularly since the start of the school year, and it’s normal for her to lose weight due to her regular morning jogging.

"My face seems to be a little thinner."

In fact, Zhou Jing didn’t notice it, he was just looking for a topic.

"I wish I could lose weight like I did three years ago."

If she really lost weight, it would be the best news for Yang Wenwen.

"No, it would look better if it had a little more flesh."

"A slightly plump figure may look okay when standing, but when sitting down, the legs look very thick."

Yang Wenwen sat up and looked at her legs, which were obviously thicker than when she was standing.

"looks nice!"

In Zhou Jing's opinion, Yang Wenwen's legs are top-notch. She is 172cm tall and weighs about 125kg. Such legs are very comfortable to hug.

"Girls all want to be thinner. It's a bit cold without the heating." Yang Wenwen smiled, picked up the small down jacket and put it on, pinched the boy's leg and said, "Should you wear long johns?"

"I'm wearing it. When does the heating usually come on?"

Zhou Jing rolled up his trouser legs to show her.

"After November, the winter in the north is very cold. Dress warmly, especially around your legs. Don't focus on style over temperature."

Yang Wenwen was worried that Zhou Jing, a boy without family to take care of him and without a girlfriend, would be careless about how he dressed in winter, so she touched the boy's long underwear inside his trouser legs with her fingers.

“It’s quite warm.”

While Zhou Jing felt a special warmth, he was also moved by the charming look of Yang Wenwen when her long hair slid down from her face when she bent over.

(End of this chapter)