Transformed into a High School Deep Closet Goddess Teacher in a Hot Romance with a Scumbag Girlfriend - Chapter 3

Seeing Sheng Xining lose her temper, it was clear she had sobered up and was now regretting the vow she’d made in her drunken state.

Ji Bingyan was long used to such scenes, though somewhere deep inside, a dull ache throbbed faintly.

Sheng Xining—esteemed heiress of the renowned Sheng Group in City A—had been pampered since childhood, raised in a golden cocoon of wealth and affection. Money, fame, houses, cars, designer bags—even women—what wasn’t within her effortless reach?

Would she truly be willing to endure hardship for his sake, to become a hardworking, underpaid teacher who rose early and returned late, constantly exasperated by students?

Not to mention having to compete against thousands in grueling exams just to secure a teaching position. Wasn’t her current life of indulgence and leisure far more appealing?

Ji Bingyan knew his girlfriend’s nature was unchangeable and had never sought to alter her. With practiced nonchalance, he said, “It’s fine. The vow was yours to make—and yours to break—”

Before he could finish, the car door slammed shut with a loud “thud.” Sheng Xining stepped out, then turned back. Bathed in the gentle sunlight, her mesmerizing chestnut waves fluttering, she leaned down toward the car and adjusted her sunglasses—

“The vows I make are never broken.”

This Sheng Xining is far better than that Sheng Xining. In time, Teacher Ji, you’ll understand. Sheng Xining muttered to herself before striding toward the bookstore.

Ji Bingyan sat frozen in the car, stunned. Was this… really his Sheng Xining?

Just then, Sheng Xining paused mid-step, turned back, and considerately pulled the car door open for her girlfriend with one hand while protectively shielding her head with the other—as if competing with another version of herself—before launching into a battle of sweet nothings:

“Darling, starting today, I’ll honor my vow—no empty promises. I’ll buy study materials at the bookstore and pore over every word, no matter how difficult. I’ll strive to earn my teaching certification and join your school as soon as possible. By day, I’ll be your exemplary colleague; by night, your devoted lover. Together, we’ll cherish each other for a lifetime.”

Ji Bingyan: “………………”

As a language teacher, Ji Bingyan mentally dissected her words. Hmm, still the same old style—no literary flourish, but heartfelt and sincere. It’s definitely her.

Since Ji Bingyan had already aced his teaching exams, he efficiently helped his newly reformed girlfriend pick out a stack of study materials in just five minutes. With a trunk full of books, the two drove home happily.

The next day was Monday.

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of her luxurious villa, Sheng Xining sipped coffee, gazing at the dawn breaking through the clouds, her expression weary.

She hadn’t slept all night—not because of studying for the teaching exam, but because she’d spent every minute frantically cramming details about her new identity: Sheng Xining, heiress of the Sheng Group.

Though she had once recklessly stalked this very heiress for love, her knowledge had been superficial. To perfectly slip into another person’s identity, the sheer volume of information and social connections she needed to master was overwhelming.

When she transmigrated into this parallel world, Sheng Xining hadn’t inherited the original host’s memories.

After happily seeing Ji Bingyan home yesterday, she had turned the steering wheel only to realize she didn’t even know which direction led to her own house. Fortunately, she was clever—checking her Taobao delivery address and relying on fragmented memories, she managed to return home without raising suspicion.

A salted fish she may be, but she was undeniably clever.

By now, she had already adapted to the original owner’s daily life.

It was seven in the morning. Sheng Xining finished her coffee, picked up a copy of Comprehensive Qualities—an introductory book for teacher certification—and got into her Porsche, heading straight for A City No. 1 High School.

She missed her alma mater. Of course, ahem, what she missed even more was the chance to traverse the vast, insurmountable river of time to see Teacher Ji in a dress, holding a piece of white chalk, standing on the three-foot podium.

Stopped at a red light, she flipped through Comprehensive Qualities with surprising focus. Even she found it unbelievable—this salted fish was actually racing against time to get a teaching certificate for love.

Seriously, I’m cracking myself up.

Suddenly, her phone blared to life. It was one of her so-called friends, their voice hoarse as if they’d been drinking all night, complaining about how Sheng Xining hadn’t answered their calls all day.

Sheng Xining replied coldly, “I’m studying. I’m getting a teaching license.” Then she hung up.

The original owner had already laid the groundwork for the hard requirements. Sheng Xining had no idea how much effort the Sheng family had expended to secure her a postgraduate diploma in Chinese literature from a top-tier domestic university.

It was the same university Ji Bingyan had attended—the very place where they’d met, where the scumbag Sheng Xining had somehow become Ji Bingyan’s first love.

Because Sheng Xining had fallen for Teacher Ji back in high school, she’d developed a love for Chinese literature by association. After graduation, she’d been admitted to the Chinese department of a prestigious university, so at least her credentials were relevant.

The light turned green.

Sheng Xining floored the accelerator, surging forward with a drive she’d never felt before.

She would become a Chinese teacher who could laugh and chat with Teacher Ji during the day and go home with her at night to warm the bed!

Today was another bright, sunny day. The school flag of A City No. 1 High School fluttered gently in the breeze.

As the best high school in the province and a nationally renowned institution, the security at the entrance was impeccable—guards in crisp uniforms and white gloves stood dutifully at their posts in the security booth.

Sheng Xining stood motionless at the front gate for a while, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions as memories rushed back. She sighed—it had been a full six years since she’d left this place.

If she remembered correctly, the school guards were notoriously strict. Even when she’d returned during her freshman year winter break, they hadn’t let her in.

With that in mind, she turned and headed for the back gate. She recalled a secret dog hole that had been popular among students back in the day.

When she reached the spot, she found the hole overgrown with weeds—nothing like the smooth, well-worn passage from her student days.

Still, the size seemed about right. She crouched down and tried to squeeze through, managing to get halfway in before—

She got stuck.

In her excitement, she’d clearly misjudged the difference between her current adult woman’s physique and that of a scrawny student.

Her peach-shaped rear was lodged firmly in place.

Her peach-shaped rear felt deeply aggrieved: “…………”

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Sheng Xining stared at the screen for a few seconds, steadied her breathing, and answered as if nothing was wrong. “Hey, Bingyan.”

Ji Bingyan’s voice was as cool and composed as ever. “What are you up to?”

“I—” Sheng Xining suddenly lost all strength, letting her body slump like a salted fish that had given up struggling, frozen in an awkward position in the dog hole. Whatever, comfort was key right now. “I’m…”

What am I doing?

“Look up.” Ji Bingyan seemed to let out a faint chuckle before adding, “Look toward the office building.”

In the distance, Teacher Ji’s silhouette stood by a window in one of the offices, phone in hand, gazing at her girlfriend. She was too far away for her expression to be discernible.

“Sheng Xining, do you know why the dog hole is overgrown with grass?”

“…” Sheng Xining flushed crimson with embarrassment, momentarily speechless.

Teacher Ji continued gently, coaxing her with an explanation: “Because, you see, there are cameras installed inside this wall. The surveillance room is constantly monitored, Sheng Xining. You’ve already been caught.”

Hearing this, Sheng Xining—who was suddenly reminded of the terror of being caught by school security during her student days—instinctively began to struggle in panic.

“Don’t move. You might hurt yourself.” In the blink of an eye, Ji Bingyan had vanished from the window.

She reappeared amidst the massive crowd of students gathering on the playground for the Monday flag-raising ceremony, pushing against the flow to make her way toward Sheng Xining.

“I called them and said the person crawling through the dog hole is my friend.”

Sheng Xining let out an “Ah,” unsure whether she or Ji Bingyan should be more embarrassed, only to hear the latter say over the phone, “Sheng Xining, I’m coming to rescue you.”

A few minutes later, Ji Bingyan arrived, panting heavily, a thin sheen of sweat glistening even on her collarbones. With her help, Sheng Xining finally managed to crawl out of the dog hole and plopped down onto the school grounds.

Ji Bingyan carefully checked her over, sighing in relief once she confirmed Sheng Xining was unharmed. Then, in a quiet voice, she suddenly asked, “Did you need something from me?”

“N-no,” Sheng Xining replied, scratching her messy, wavy hair in an attempt to divert the awkwardness. “I was just passing by and suddenly felt like taking a look around.”

The assembly announcement for the flag-raising ceremony echoed across the playground, and the students of Class 2, Grade 1 were still waiting for their Teacher Ji.

Ji Bingyan’s tone carried a barely perceptible urgency. “Are you sure you didn’t need anything?”

Sheng Xining was puzzled. “Really, nothing. You should go now, or you’ll be late.”

Thanks to what was likely Teacher Ji’s intervention, Sheng Xining wandered freely around the school. After completing her nostalgic tour and sighing over her bygone youth, she settled into a small snack shop by the playground.

The sour and spicy noodles she had missed for so long still tasted exactly as she remembered. As she ate, she watched the flag-raising ceremony taking place on the playground nearby.

Before long, Ji Bingyan stepped onto the flag-raising platform amidst thunderous applause. Under the gaze of the entire school, she accepted the National Gold Medal for Excellence in Teaching from the principal—an award she had won the previous semester on behalf of the school.

Another round of deafening applause followed.

“Teacher Ji is so young, yet truly outstanding,” the snack shop owner remarked, stepping to the entrance to admire the scene on the playground with heartfelt admiration.

Sheng Xining also smiled with pride. After a long moment, she finally looked away and left the shop.

Even though this world no longer had her, it had Ji Bingyan.

That was more than enough.

When leaving the school, Sheng Xining walked confidently through the main gate. Just outside, she bumped into a high school-aged girl who seemed desperate to enter but was being turned away by the security guard, pacing anxiously in frustration.

As Sheng Xining passed by, she noticed the girl was quietly crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Do you need help?” Sheng Xining instinctively asked.

Seeing that Sheng Xining had come out of the school, the girl quickly wiped her tears and rummaged through her backpack to pull out a carefully wrapped gift box. With tearful eyes, she handed it to Sheng Xining, her expression pleading as she fawned, “Hello, teacher! I’m one of Teacher Ji Bingyan’s former students from City B. I took leave today to rush here and give her this birthday gift, but…”

She glanced at the security guard and said sadly, “So, could you please pass it to her for me?”

Noticing Sheng Xining’s grim expression and thinking she might refuse, the girl grew anxious and raised her voice, emphasizing, “But today is her birthday!”

The outburst nearly gave Sheng Xining a heart attack. After a long silence, she reached out and took the gift. Ji Bingyan’s earlier words echoed in her ears—

“You really came to see me for no reason?”

Seriously? Sneaking through a dog hole on your birthday, and you claim it’s for no reason?

Not only was it for no reason, but you even slurped down a bowl of sour and spicy noodles.