Transformed into a High School Deep Closet Goddess Teacher in a Hot Romance with a Scumbag Girlfriend - Chapter 4

After all these years, Sheng Xining still remembered Ji Bingyan’s birthday. How could a girl’s first crush not be etched deeply in her heart? It was just that she had been too flustered after suddenly transmigrating back and hadn’t paid much attention to the date, which was why she had forgotten her birthday.

Since Teacher Ji hadn’t come out yet, Sheng Xining parked her car in the back alley of the school while waiting for her to finish evening self-study. As someone who had once been a student herself, she knew what kind of stir it would cause if Teacher Ji was seen getting into her car on her birthday.

Back when the scumbag Sheng Xining used to pick Ji Bingyan up after work, sharp-eyed students had already spread gossip about it. Rumors like “Is there a chance that Goddess Ji is a lesbian?” had started circulating during such moments.

Sheng Xining wanted to protect Ji Bingyan. What if, like that morning, the infatuated girls waiting to confess their feelings blocked the fire escape at Ji Bingyan’s apartment? If a fire broke out, she wouldn’t be able to escape easily.

While waiting for Ji Bingyan, Sheng Xining spent the time studying Comprehensive Qualities. The book mainly covered basic theories, which she didn’t find too difficult, so she flipped through most of it in no time.

As she read, she kept an eye on her WeChat. Ji Bingyan had been silent all day, not even asking when she had left No. 1 High School.

In response to her message, “I’m waiting for you in the back alley,” Ji Bingyan had only replied with a simple “Okay.” She hadn’t asked anything else, likely sulking in silence.

Sheng Xining guessed that the original owner probably wouldn’t have bothered to comfort her in such a situation. But she was determined to do so—wholeheartedly. Every bit of love Ji Bingyan had lost in their relationship, she would make sure to reclaim it.

To avoid making the shift in personality too abrupt, Sheng Xining decided to use the highly symbolic occasion of her birthday to solemnly declare her transformation to Ji Bingyan: From now on, Sheng Xining would be the perfect girlfriend!

Although she had hinted at this intention earlier when discussing work, she had still used the scumbag girlfriend’s tone at the time, making it seem unserious. On the other hand, she was also afraid that acting on it too suddenly might be hard for Ji Bingyan to adjust to, so she wanted to emphasize the important things a few more times.

Just as Sheng Xining was racking her brain over how to comfort Ji Bingyan later, she received a message from her:

Baby, I’m on my way.

Have you been waiting long? I’m running, haha.

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She… wasn’t angry? How could she not be angry about something as serious as her girlfriend forgetting her birthday?

Sheng Xining closed her eyes, put away her phone, and shook her head slightly. Glancing at her reflection in the rearview mirror, she sighed. She couldn’t blame Teacher Ji for being hopeless—she was just making the same mistake any looks-obsessed person would make, wasn’t she?

When Ji Bingyan arrived, Sheng Xining handed her the gifts from the female students, then revealed the carefully prepared birthday surprise she had stashed in the trunk. Inspired by Xiaohongshu, the trunk was filled with all sorts of luxury gift bags, roses lining the bottom, and twinkling star lights hanging above. The slow, deliberate opening of the trunk was incredibly romantic.

After earnestly wishing her a “Happy 25th Birthday,” Sheng Xining solemnly declared her transformation.

Ji Bingyan smiled faintly, glancing at the pile of luxury items she didn’t particularly like, then at the students’ gifts. She probably guessed that Sheng Xining had been reminded about her birthday.

She simply wore an expression that said she saw right through it but was earnestly playing along with her girlfriend’s act—though her acting wasn’t great. “Okay, I believe you.”

Professor Ji spoke as if coaxing a child, and Sheng Xining, who was only a year younger, suddenly felt her emotions overturned, a sour ache spreading through her like punching cotton.

After celebrating her birthday at an upscale Western restaurant, it was already past nine in the evening when they returned to Ji Bingyan’s home.

The door opened to pitch darkness inside. Ji Bingyan, having had a bit to drink, stumbled slightly behind her, losing her balance and pressing against Sheng Xining’s back, letting out a soft, almost moan-like sigh.

Instantly, Sheng Xining’s heart skipped a beat. The atmosphere felt off—somehow… well, how to put it? A little… intimate?

Having just declared herself a 100% perfect girlfriend, Sheng Xining naturally had to take good care of her slightly intoxicated partner. She carefully helped Ji Bingyan to the sofa and brought her a glass of warm water.

Her mind was already set on finding a way to get Professor Ji to quit drinking—to prevent that tragedy from ever happening.

Noticing Sheng Xining standing there lost in thought, Ji Bingyan lowered her eyes to sip the warm water and casually asked, “What are you thinking about?”

As if unable to wait for an answer, Ji Bingyan added, “Are we thinking the same thing?”

Sheng Xining didn’t quite understand but played along. “Yeah, same.”

Ji Bingyan: “Sweetheart, it’s my birthday today. Would you mind drawing a bath for me?”

What was drawing a bath for her perfect girlfriend? Nothing at all.

“No problem!” Sheng Xining turned and strode energetically toward the bathroom. Midway, her steps suddenly froze as realization dawned.

She glanced back at Ji Bingyan, who had melted into the sofa like a puddle of water, her face turned slightly toward Sheng Xining, cheeks flushed, eyes clear and glistening as they gazed at her.

Sheng Xining swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, then walked back with an awkward expression, deliberately keeping some distance. “Not tonight,” she said.

“…”

Ji Bingyan didn’t react much, closing her eyes and turning her face away from Sheng Xining with a hint of displeasure.

But the words of that girl at the school gate earlier echoed in Sheng Xining’s ears: “It’s her birthday today!”

A self-proclaimed 100% perfect girlfriend couldn’t even fulfill such a basic duty on her birthday.

Inside the room, the flicker of candlelight cast a delicate glow.

Earlier, Ji Bingyan had lit scented candles, their soothing fragrance now lingering in the air. The light-colored curtains in the living room billowed like waves in the autumn night breeze, and the vinyl record player she had started was crooning with a sultry, lingering voice…

The atmosphere was absolutely set.

But Sheng Xining didn’t dare.

Beyond that, as a 24-year-old who had never been in a relationship before—what was she supposed to do? She had no idea how. Compared to her seasoned, slightly roguish girlfriend…

Sheng Xining bit her lip, tiptoed to the edge of the sofa, and gently nudged Ji Bingyan’s back with her index finger, her expression earnest. “Sweetheart, really, not tonight. Here’s the thing—I’ve decided that starting today, I’m going to focus entirely on studying for my exams, so I can become your colleague as soon as possible. Once that happens, we can—”

She trailed off, too embarrassed to finish.

After a long silence with no response, Sheng Xining leaned closer and realized the woman had already fallen asleep. Her gentle, dignified khaki shirt dress was slightly taut against her chest from the way she lay.

Sheng Xining stood there for a while longer, watching, before finally stepping away to fetch makeup remover, preparing to help Ji Bingyan clean up.

Halfway down the path, she heard a soft “Okay” from behind.

Life moved at a leisurely pace.

Every day after work, Ji Bingyan would help Sheng Xining review for her teaching certification. By now, Sheng had already started practicing with real exam questions. One afternoon, after studying for two hours, Sheng decided to take a walk. She bought some snacks at the convenience store across from her villa neighborhood, lazily hooked the plastic bag on her finger, and strolled to the nearby park.

Before long, she noticed someone seemed to be following her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a slender figure—wearing a loose black hoodie, jeans, and slightly dirty Converse sneakers, topped with one of those bold-lettered baseball caps popular among high schoolers. The stalker’s technique was terrible: abrupt stops and starts, sneaky and furtive. A girl.

Sheng Xining’s heart skipped a beat, but she calmly sat down on a stone bench by the lake and opened a bag of chips.

Her emotions had shifted from shock to amused exasperation.

The wheel of fate had turned. The reckless stalking antics of her younger self—when she had tailed the scumbag Sheng Xining—were now being reenacted in this world. The eerie twist? She had gone from being the stalker to the mysterious girlfriend of Teacher Ji, the one being stalked.

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard a deliberately aggressive shout from behind—

“Hey!”

Sheng Xining paused mid-bite, quietly impressed that this girl had more guts than she’d had back then—daring to confront her outright?

With the expression of a complete stranger, Sheng Xining turned around. “Huh? Are you talking to me?”

The girl in the black hoodie and dirty Converse shoved her hands into her pockets and stepped closer. “You’re Sheng Xining, right?”

When Sheng Xining turned and got a clear look at the lower half of the girl’s face, her jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock. The brave warrior charging into battle for love was none other than her high school best friend, Han Yile!

How interesting.

Sheng Xining: “Little sister, do I know you?”

“Whether you know me or not doesn’t matter. I just want to tell you—keep a low profile.” Han Yile raised her voice, trying to sound tough, but her tone was still tinged with youthful awkwardness. “Miss Sheng, please stop showing up at the school and stirring up gossip. I don’t want to see Teacher Ji unhappy.”

“If… if you really like Teacher Ji, then treat her well.” Han Yile spoke reluctantly, clenching her fists and lowering her head.

Sheng Xining quickly racked her brain. Had Han Yile seen her sneaking through the school’s dog hole—no, wait—eating spicy noodles at the snack shop by the playground during Monday’s flag-raising ceremony?

But how did she know about her relationship with Ji Bingyan?

Sheng Xining stood up, brushing the chip crumbs off her hands, and smiled brightly. “You might have misunderstood, little classmate. Teacher Ji and I are just friends.”

“If I really wanted to date someone, I wouldn’t go for your Teacher Ji. She’s either teaching or grading papers all day. Wouldn’t it be better to date an influencer or a model? But I don’t blame you for misunderstanding. The world of adults is naturally hard for kids like you to grasp.”

Han Yile’s lips twitched. “…………”

Having said her piece, Han Yile didn’t want to linger. She decided this Miss Sheng was nothing more than a pretty face—shallow, aimless, and spoiled. Lounging around the park on a weekday like a retired old man? No matter how vast her family fortune, it probably wouldn’t last long in her hands.

What if the family fortunes declined? Would Teacher Ji end up using his salary to support her? She couldn’t fathom what Teacher Ji saw in her—had she cast some kind of Southeast □□ love spell on him?

Her mind was a chaotic mess as she tugged her baseball cap lower and hurried away. Suddenly, an extremely loud voice called out from behind:

“Han Yile, study hard!”

Han Yile turned around, her expression one of shock—she actually knows me?

Sheng Xining waved at her under the sunlight, as if explaining, “Teacher Ji talks about you often—”

At those words, the girl’s dim eyes seemed to flicker with light for a moment before being swiftly replaced by panic.

Sheng Xining, as if reading her mind, mimed zipping her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep today’s matter a secret—”

Han Yile stood still for a while, hands in her pockets, gazing at Sheng Xining from a distance before finally turning and running out of the park.

The moment she left, Sheng Xining received a WeChat message from Ji Bingyan.

Not happy. A student skipped class today.