Rebirth: Starting from a Trainee Teacher

Chapter 112 Lend Teacher Yang a Shoulder
"Teacher Yang has something to do. Everyone, please be quiet and study."

Yang Wenwen still did not come to school during the fourth self-study class in the afternoon. After class, Zhou Jing went to Class 3 of Grade 1 to check on her.

"Welcome, Teacher Zhou."

All the students in Class 3 looked up at the young and handsome teacher on the podium.

Because Zhou Jing is usually close to Yang Wenwen, the students in Class 3 are more enthusiastic about Zhou Jing.

"Can I interview Mr. Zhou?"

A student said.

"What do you want to ask?"

Zhou Jing looked at the student and said.

"Did Teacher Zhou get scolded by Teacher Yang when he was in high school?"

The student was curious about gossip.

The other students in Class 3 of Grade 1 were also very curious.

Many students have asked Zhou Jing this question. Before the first and second grades of high school, students often asked Zhou Jing whether he had been scolded by any teacher in high school.

"I have always been a three-good student, how could I be scolded? Teacher Yang is so gentle and will not criticize good students."

In fact, Zhou Jing had been questioned by Yang Wenwen more than once or twice, and his ears had been pulled.

In high school, Zhao Xin also pulled Zhou Jing's ears.

"Do you feel anything special about being a colleague with Teacher Yang?"

"No."

Zhou Jingyou couldn't tell his students either, but it was quite strange that he became a colleague with the female teacher he once liked.

"We don't believe it. Teacher Yang said that she had an indescribable feeling when she became a colleague of Teacher Zhou."

"You will understand when you become teachers in the future. I'm in the next classroom. You can find me if you have any questions." After staying in Class 3 for a while, Zhou Jing went to his own class and said, "The person who will be selected to give the flag-raising speech next week is Tao Jia. Tao Jia, please prepare well and have the Chinese teacher revise the manuscript after you finish writing it."

"Okay, I'm a little nervous. Is there anything I need to pay attention to when giving a speech at the flag-raising ceremony?"

Tao Jia patted his chest lightly.

"Keep a good attitude and don't be nervous. Just speak loudly and pronounce words clearly. Write the manuscript and practice it in class."

"It's rare to have the opportunity to practice in high school. If you don't like to speak in class, it won't hurt to answer more questions to practice. People who are nervous when introducing themselves on the podium should practice more."

Looking after two classes at the same time, Zhou Jing stayed in the classroom during this self-study class and visited Class 3 from time to time.

"Excuse me, everyone, please do the unit test in advance. This week's evening tutorial will be about newspapers."

Gu Jia knocked on the door, smiled at Zhou Jing, and handed two stacks of English newspapers to the class representative Feng Yuhua to distribute.

After getting the newspaper, Feng Yuhua started distributing it from the first row.

After school, Zhou Jing had a simple meal, went out to buy some bananas and went to Yang Wenwen's house. Yang Wenwen's daughter Yang Xin had a fever and she didn't know how she was doing. Since Zhou Jing knew about it, he should go and visit her.

"Just come and don't bring anything. Have you eaten?"

Yang Wenwen opened the door and said softly.

"After eating, has CC's fever subsided?"

Zhou Jing walked in and said with concern.

"It's gone a little, just a seasonal cold. I just ate something. CC, guess who's here to see you."

Yang Wenwen took Zhou Jing to the bedroom to see her daughter.

Zhou Jing stopped in the living room and said, "Wait a minute. I'm cold. Don't let the child catch a cold."

The room was already cold as the heating hadn't been turned on yet, and Zhou Jing had just come in from outside, feeling even colder.

"Then sit down for a while."

Yang Wenwen was slightly stunned. She had been worried for the whole afternoon. At this moment, she felt the boy's delicate care. Her heart was extremely warm, which made Yang Wenwen believe that there is true love in the world.

"Xiao Zhou, drink some water." Yang's mother was also moved by the young man's tenderness. Sometimes the friendship between teachers and students is more sincere than that between relatives.

"There's nothing going on at school, don't worry, Teacher Yang. I'll be in charge of Class 3 during the evening study session."

It doesn't matter whether Zhou Jing watches one class or two classes.

"CC should be fine after a good night's sleep."

Although her daughter only had a common cold, Yang Wenwen was deeply concerned. She went to the clinic in the afternoon and found that they only gave her physical therapy to reduce her temperature. She did not dare to give her an IV drip. Last year, a teacher at the county middle school in her hometown had a five or six-year-old child who caught a cold and was hospitalized. The child died after being given an IV drip. Yang Wenwen tried her best not to give her daughter an IV drip.

Putting down the cup, Yang's mother went to the bedroom so as not to disturb the conversation between the teacher and the student.

"Teacher Yang, you should also take good care of yourself. It's easy to catch a cold in this season."

Zhou Jing said as he looked at Yang Wenwen's slightly haggard face.

"Uh, you too, there are a lot of people in your class catching colds these past two days, right?"

Yang Wenwen nodded slightly.

"There are several." Zhou Jing recalled that Yang Wenwen touched his forehead when he caught a cold in high school. Zhou Jing was very moved by the concern of the female teacher he admired. At this moment, Zhou Jing pretended to have a headache and touched his forehead and said, "My head feels a little stuffy today. I wonder if it is a sign of a cold."

"I see if you have a fever. Your temperature is normal now. It's best to take precautions."

Yang Wenwen raised her right hand and gently placed it on the boy's forehead, feeling it for two or three seconds before letting it go.

"I can't feel myself, let me look at Teacher Yang."

Zhou Jing felt even more excited when he felt the warmth of Yang Wenwen's palm again. He also raised his hands, put his left hand on his forehead and his right hand on Yang Wenwen's forehead to feel it.

The warm feeling on Yang Wenwen's forehead was transmitted to Zhou Jing's palm. Zhou Jing felt as if he had been given a shot of cardiotonic, and his heartbeat instantly became stronger.

When the boy's large, strong and gentle palm touched her forehead, Yang Wenwen's heart beat faster. After a busy and tense afternoon, she felt a little tired and her body and mind couldn't help but relax.

Yang's mother was about to come out of the bedroom, but when she saw what the two people in the living room did, she returned to the bedroom. Yang's mother did not make a fuss. No matter what the relationship was, she felt more at ease knowing that her daughter had someone to rely on while she was far away from home.

"Teacher Yang should also pay more attention to herself. Only by taking good care of herself can she take better care of the children."

Zhou Jing reluctantly took his hand away from Yang Wenwen's forehead and gently held his fingers, hoping that Yang Wenwen's body temperature could remain in his hands for a little longer.

"Yes." Yang Wenwen's heart, which had not been warmed for a long time, seemed to melt at this moment. Her nose felt sour and the corners of her eyes could not help but become moist. She sniffed and forced a smile and said, "To take care of others, you must first learn to take care of yourself."

"Teacher Yang looks much better when she smiles. She is still so young. She should smile more in the future."

Since Yang Wenwen's eyes were wet, Zhou Jing must take responsibility. He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yang Wenwen.

Zhou Jing wanted to lean his shoulder over, but it was inconvenient because Yang's mother was there.

"Life is not always satisfactory. My parents had a difficult life when I was a child, but now they are still living well. When I think about it carefully, I think we should look forward to life. As long as we are healthy, nothing else matters."

Yang Wenwen suddenly figured out a lot of things, and a genuine and relaxed smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, the world is a tragicomedy. Everyone should try to write their own script into a comedy."

"I didn't realize you're quite good at comforting people. I wish I had a younger sister. I'll definitely introduce her to you."

Yang Wenwen wiped her eyes and smiled.

"Unfortunately, there is none." Zhou Jing opened his arms and said, "Teacher Yang, lend me your shoulder to cry on."

"How can I be that fragile?"

Yang Wenwen pushed the boy's arm and looked towards the bedroom.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Zhou Jing went to the bedroom. The little girl fell asleep. Zhou Jing just glanced at her without disturbing her. Then he said goodbye and went to school first.

"What a nice boy, he cares about you."

Mother Yang said to her daughter who had just sent Zhou Jing back from the house.

“He was sensible when he was in high school.”

Yang Wenwen pretended not to understand what her mother meant. Even if the boy really had feelings for her beyond teacher-student relationship, what illusions could she still harbor?

(End of this chapter)