Rebirth: Starting from a Trainee Teacher

Chapter 119 Yang Wenwen's Hand

The first-year high school exams continued in the afternoon. The first day of the first-year high school monthly exams was the busiest, with five subjects to be taken in one day, two in the morning, two in the afternoon, and one in the evening.

Gu Jia invigilates one class at 2:00 p.m. and another at 7:30 p.m.

Zhou Jing completed his task for the day by invigilating a biology exam at 4 p.m. and had dinner in the school cafeteria. He did not make an appointment with Gu Jia for dinner, but the two of them often met in the cafeteria without any prior arrangement.

"I'm so tired. I have to supervise the exam tonight."

Gu Jia said listlessly.

"I'm invigilating for Master."

"Just be filial and accompany me to the academy for a run in the evening."

After weighing herself two days ago, Gu Jia made up her mind to exercise well.

After dinner, Zhou Jing returned to his rented house and wrote novels whenever he had free time.

Yang Wenwen had nothing to do in the evening, so after dinner she wanted to take her daughter to visit Zhou Jing. Before leaving, she called Zhou Jing and asked her daughter to ask if he was busy. After learning that he was busy, she left home and bought some fruits on the way.

"Uncle Xiao Zhou~"

Before I reached the door, the little girl was calling out in the corridor.

Zhou Jing heard the shout and went to the corridor to greet her. He hugged the little girl who was wrapped tightly in a down jacket, a cotton hat and a scarf and asked affectionately, "What did you eat for dinner, CC?"

"Noodle."

The little girl leaned on Zhou Jing's neck and answered seriously.

"Ask Uncle Xiao Zhou what he ate."

Yang Wenwen, who was behind, patted her daughter on the back and said.

The little girl obediently asked, "What did Uncle Zhou eat?"

"Uncle Xiao Zhou also ate noodles."

Zhou Jing kissed the little girl's face which was cold after coming outside.

The little girl's face is so cold and fragrant, just like delicious jelly, making people want to kiss it again and again.

When they got to the house, Yang Wenwen put the fruit on the table and said, "It's cold outside, but it's hot inside."

"The heating here is much more powerful than Tangdu's. It's uncomfortable if it's too hot. I keep the windows in the kitchen and second bedroom open."

The weather in the north is dry in winter, and the room heating is hot. Zhou Jing puts half a basin of water under the radiator in the living room and bedroom and covers them with a towel to humidify the room. If you don't pay attention to humidification, your throat will be hoarse when you wake up in the morning.

"The room is too hot, so you must drink more water. The H1N1 flu is pretty serious these days."

Yang Wenwen took off her down jacket and hung it on the clothes rack, then went to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"I heard that someone in the Second Hospital died of influenza A."

Zhou Jing poured Yang Wenwen a glass of boiled water and put a slice of lemon in it. The little girl brought her own water cup.

"Major hospitals should have severe isolation facilities. It's best not to go to the hospital during this period."

Yang Wenwen picked up the water cup, smelled the scent of the lemon, and took a sip.

"Yes, CC, do you want to eat?"

Zhou Jing peeled a banana and handed it to the little girl.

"seven."

The little girl took it with both hands, opened her mouth wide and took a bite.

"Look how good Uncle Zhou is to you. Remember Uncle Zhou's kindness." After warming up, Yang Wenwen took off her daughter's hat and scarf and said, "Tell Uncle Zhou what animals you can draw now."

"I can draw bears, bees, rabbits, and cats."

The little girl spoke as she thought, and the way she tilted her head as she thought was very cute.

"Winter is here and it's going to snow soon. How about Uncle Zhou teach you how to draw a snowman?"

"Okay!"

The little girl clumsily opened her Pleasant Goat schoolbag and searched for paper and colored pencils.

It is the instinct of young children to like drawing, and pictures are their first way to understand the world.

"CC comes to see you just like going to school, she has to carry her schoolbag."

Yang Wenwen watched her daughter tossing around with a smile.

"You will definitely be a top student in the future. Watch Uncle Zhou draw it first. Write a three first, a short dot in the middle, a small bracket and a big bracket, and turn the three into a gourd shape, then eyes, nose, and mouth."

Zhou Jing drew as he spoke. He drew the outline, painted the scarf red, and then painted the face pink and it was done.

"What a handy person."

Looking at the boy's painting, Yang Wenwen felt inferior. She took a pen and a piece of paper and followed the boy's steps. "I feel like I have some talent for painting."

Zhou Jing taught the little girl how to draw step by step. During this period, he taught the little girl to draw a different thing every time they met.

Although the little girl was clumsy, she learned very seriously and muttered the formulas to Zhou Jing.

"Teacher Yang's fingers are really long."

After teaching the little girl to draw several times, Zhou Jing let her draw by herself and said while looking at Yang Wenwen's hands.

"so so!"

Yang Wenwen stretched out her right hand and looked at it. It was indeed quite slender.

"It looks like it's about the same length as my hand, Bibi."

Zhou Jing also stretched out his right hand and put it towards Yang Wenwen's hand.

"Yours is still longer."

The moment their palms touched, Yang Wenwen trembled slightly, but did not dodge. Instead, she slowly relaxed.

"Teacher Yang has beautiful hands."

Looking at Yang Wenwen's beautiful and white hands, Zhou Jing had an urge to hold them. He slightly closed his fingers and wrapped the part that was longer than Yang Wenwen's fingers around her fingertips.

Yang Wenwen smiled and gently pulled her hand back, "You said before that you would teach me how to draw Snow White?"

"This is a bit complicated. I'm afraid Teacher Yang won't be able to learn it."

Zhou Jing deliberately kept the secret.

"Draw it for me to see."

Yang Wenwen picked up the pen and gave it to the boy.

Zhou Jing thought about how to draw a more complicated picture, and started to draw after a little thought. He deliberately did not recite the formula, and it took him more than thirty strokes to complete a cute little girl with curly bangs, and finally added some simple color.

“I do have a talent for painting.”

Yang Wenwen couldn't help but praise the boy, saying that his drawings were more vivid than the illustrations in her daughter's picture book.

"How is it, Teacher Yang, have you learned it?"

"Let me try. Is there no formula?"

Yang Wenwen followed the boy's drawing and looked at Jane
However, I have no idea where to start when drawing it myself and I can’t grasp the proportions well.

"This one doesn't have one. It's not a regular shape. Call me Teacher Zhou and I'll teach you step by step."

Zhou Jing looked at Yang Wenwen and smiled.

"You paint it again, stroke by stroke."

It wouldn't matter if I called her Teacher Zhou, but I would feel embarrassed to teach Yang Wenwen step by step. However, she really wanted to learn.

"This needs to be drawn in a coherent way." Zhou Jing started to draw again. After finishing, he looked at Yang Wenwen, who was struggling to describe her painting, and smiled, "It's not easy to learn, right? If you don't mind, I'll teach you step by step."

Zhou Jing spoke casually, his eyes paying attention to the changes in Yang Wenwen's expression.

Yang Wenwen was a little hesitant. She wanted to learn but was embarrassed to let a boy hold her hand. It would be even more awkward not to learn given the atmosphere. So she nodded and said okay. If they were just the two of them it would seem very ambiguous, so it was good that her daughter was there to help adjust the atmosphere.

"Call me Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Jing was not in a hurry.

"Teacher Zhou, that's enough!"

Yang Wenwen said with a helpless smile.

"Teacher Yang seems very reluctant. After all, she is a Chinese teacher. Confucius said that one of the three people walking together can be my teacher. Does that mean that anyone can be a teacher as long as there is someone who can teach you? If you don't want to be called teacher, I won't teach you anymore. I will teach CC. Uncle Zhou will teach you how to draw Snow White, okay?"

Zhou Jing put on airs and asked the little girl calmly.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Zhou, you're still as naughty as you were in high school."

Yang Wenwen was speechless for a moment. She was worried that it was too ambiguous, but now she felt that she was overthinking. How could such a young and handsome boy have any thoughts about a woman like her?

Yang Wenwen sighed bitterly inwardly.

"Of course it hasn't changed. I will always be Teacher Yang's student."

Zhou Jing came and sat behind Yang Wenwen.

"Then why do you want me to call you Teacher Zhou?"

Yang Wenwen pretended to poke the back of the boy's hand hard with a paintbrush.

(End of this chapter)