Rebirth: Starting from a Trainee Teacher

Chapter 120 Zhou Jing: Can I take revenge now?

As he was about to shake Yang Wenwen's hand, Zhou Jing's heart beat faster involuntarily. To be honest, Zhou Jing was worried that he would lose control of himself and lose his composure.

"Teacher Yang's hands are so delicate."

Zhou Jing gently held Yang Wenwen's right hand which was holding the pen and said.

Zhou Jing taught Yang Wenwen how to draw step by step. He almost half hugged Yang Wenwen from behind. The unique scent of Yang Wenwen and the faint fragrance of her hair filled Zhou Jing's nose, making him feel dizzy instantly.

"You still remember that I'm your teacher? Teach me how to draw well."

Realizing that the situation was more ambiguous than she had imagined, Yang Wenwen was in a dilemma. She wondered how she could have been so impulsive as to interact with the boy in this way. If it weren't for her daughter making a lot of noise beside her, she felt that she would definitely be confused.

"I can't concentrate on drawing when I'm so close to Teacher Yang. Why don't you just teach CC? Teacher Yang should learn it by himself."

Zhou Jing said this, but he had no intention of letting go of Yang Wenwen. He controlled Yang Wenwen's hand and started drawing.

"Just stop thinking about it."

Yang Wenwen felt her heart beating faster and her face getting slightly hot. It was hard for her to calm down. But now that things had come to this, she tried her best to relax and calm down, letting the boy teach her how to paint naturally.

"Relax your arms, don't be so stiff, you're even dumber than CC!"

Zhou Jing spoke into Yang Wenwen's ear.

"CC is very smart, right CC?"

It really felt like being the boy's student. Yang Wenwen did not know whether to laugh or cry. The boy's breath blew on her neck and ears. The cool breath carried a unique fragrance, which made her face even hotter.

“Draw waves on both sides and connect them at the top”

The atmosphere was already ambiguous enough. Zhou Jing adjusted his breathing and carefully taught her how to draw Snow White.

At this time, Yang Wenwen was wearing a light blue sweater on top and a black thickened leggings set with a short skirt, which made her look intellectual, elegant, mature and charming.

Zhou Jing felt a sense of eagerness just by holding her slender hand.

If CC hadn't been laughing and chatting happily beside him, Zhou Jing felt that he would have done something even more outrageous.

Yang Wenwen also wanted to calm down but couldn't. Over the past three months, her relationship with Zhou Jing had become closer and closer. Zhou Jing cared for her unconditionally, and she was very touched and warm. Sometimes she couldn't help but have fantasies. Every time she thought of Zhou Jing, she felt it was absurd and unrealistic, but her instinctive reaction caused ripples in her heart that could not be controlled.

Yang Wenwen thought her heart had long been dead and would not be moved by any man anymore, but unexpectedly she was gradually warmed and melted by her former student, which made her believe that there is still true love in this world.

"Uncle Xiao Zhou, what do you think of my painting, Mom?"

The little girl held up the snowman she drew in both hands and showed it to the two adults.

The child was innocent and had no idea about the relationship between Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen.

"Very good, practice hard, and I will teach you after I learn how to draw Snow White."

Yang Wenwen gently stroked her daughter's head with her left hand and said.

"CC, follow this picture first, and Uncle Zhou will teach mom first."

Zhou Jing handed the Snow White he had just drawn to the little girl.

The little girl was even happier after receiving the praise. She lay on the table and watched Zhou Jing teaching Yang Wenwen how to paint. From time to time, she would stick to the two of them and act coquettishly, pushing Zhou Jing and Yang Wenwen closer together.

"Student Xiao Yang, please try to draw it yourself."

After holding Yang Wenwen's hand and drawing twice, Zhou Jing reluctantly let go of her hand.

"You're Da Yang, so you really want to be my teacher?"

Yang Wenwen patted the boy's leg and forced a helpless smile onto her flushed face. Perhaps because it was too hot, her voice unconsciously became softer.

“There’s a special sense of pride.”

Zhou Jing said while looking at Yang Wenwen's cheek.

"You're not coming back to be a teacher just to be proud of me, are you?"

Yang Wenwen smiled and drew the picture of Snow White as the boy had just taught her.

"It's partly because of Teacher Yang. When I was in high school, I found Teacher Yang's nagging annoying. After graduation, I missed her a lot."

Zhou Jing said as he teased the little girl.

"Are you regretting not listening to your teacher's good advice?" Yang Wenwen finished her painting and said, "How is it?"

"You are a teachable kid." "Is it wrong to be disrespectful?"

Yang Wenwen pinched the boy's arm unhappily and spoke in a stern manner.

"Wrong, wrong. Hold the pen like this when drawing an arc."

Zhou Jing held Yang Wenwen's hand again and taught her how to draw an arc. His handshake was natural, unlike the first time when he was nervous. It became easier with practice.

"I really admire your ability to draw circles. How do you draw such a round circle with your bare hands?"

Yang Wenwen turned over the boy's palm to see if there was anything special.

"Only when your hands are practiced can your wrist be steady. If your wrist is not steady, your hands will shake easily."

Zhou Jing demonstrated by drawing several circles of different sizes.

After practicing drawing Snow White on both sides, Yang Wenwen held her daughter in her arms and taught her how to draw.

"Teacher Yang pulled my ears a lot in high school. Can I take revenge now?"

Zhou Jing said while looking at Yang Wenwen's ear.

"This is called repaying kindness with enmity." Yang Wenwen looked back at the boy and said, "Do you have a grudge against me?"

"Yes, you have made my ears soft. People say that I will be henpecked in the future because my ears are so soft."

Zhou Jing touched his ear and said.

"Let me see." Yang Wenwen turned around and pinched the boy's ears. She couldn't help but smile and said, "The ears are quite soft. I remember they were very soft before."

"You're still pinching. Why are Teacher Yang's ears so hot?"

Zhou Jing didn't give in to her and directly reached out to Yang Wenwen's ear. It was so delicate and soft that he couldn't let it go.

“The room is too hot.”

Yang Wenwen's ears weren't just burning; her face and body were also extremely hot.

She picked up the cup and drank some water, then stood up and went to the balcony to cool off.

Looking at the swaying skirt of Yang Wenwen when she walked and her round long legs wrapped in leggings, Zhou Jing's mouth became dry.

Seeing that Yang Wenwen was not angry despite their close contact just now, Zhou Jing couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he took it a step further.

Zhou Jing was indescribably moved by the unique feeling he had with Yang Wenwen. Of course, he was glad that Yang Wenwen was not angry.

How can we get along with each other if we get angry?

It was getting late, almost nine o'clock in the evening, and it was almost time for her daughter to go to bed. Yang Wenwen put clothes, hat and scarf on her daughter and went home.

"CC, please come and play with Uncle Zhou more often!"

Zhou Jing put on his down jacket and sent the two to the bus stop.

The room was hot and the girl, who was a little sleepy, nodded obediently.

"Are you sleepy?"

Zhou Jing squatted down and pinched the little girl's face.

"Ok!"

"Don't fall asleep on the way home. Mom will be very tired carrying you home."

Zhou Jing rubbed the little girl's head and said.

"CC is always happy playing with you."

Yang Wenwen planned to go home at 8:30, but before she knew it, it was almost 9 o'clock.

"I hope Teacher Yang is happy too. Put on your hat. It's easy to catch a cold just after coming out of the room." After leaving the door and locking it, Zhou Jing put the hat of Yang Wenwen's down jacket on her head. Her hat was white and fluffy, and it had a special charm when worn on her head. After putting the hat on, Zhou Jing pinched her ears and said, "No wonder Teacher Yang likes to pull students' ears. They are very easy to pinch."

"You should be careful not to catch a cold. I rarely pull students' ears, but you just didn't obey."

Yang Wenwen felt inexplicably warm in her heart and reached out to put the boy's hat on him.

(End of this chapter)