Transformed into a High School Deep Closet Goddess Teacher in a Hot Romance with a Scumbag Girlfriend - Chapter 5

Sheng Xining gazed at the birds perched on the tree branches for a while, replaying in her mind the incident where her best friend skipped class and upset her girlfriend. Only then did she leave the park.

Remembering that Teacher Ji particularly loved the sugar-roasted chestnuts from a certain shop, Sheng Xining timed it just right—buying a warm bag of them right after evening self-study ended. She tucked the chestnuts inside her wool coat, intending to cheer her up.

Perhaps due to Han Yile’s “advice,” Sheng Xining had swapped out that eye-catching bright red Porsche for something more low-key. Blending in among the parents waiting to pick up their children after school, she stood far back, hidden behind a tree at the corner.

While others were picking up their kids, she was picking up her girlfriend after work.

The Sheng Xining who used to feel down every time the school bell rang—because it meant she wouldn’t see Teacher Ji anymore—now felt an indescribable happiness spreading through her heart. At the same time, something unspeakable tickled at a certain spot inside her.

Now, she, of all people, knew exactly who Teacher Ji spent time with and what she did after work.

Most students at A City No. 1 High came from well-off families, and many parents arrived in luxury cars to pick them up. Before long, the crowd had thinned out. Finally, Ji Bingyan appeared at the school gate, carrying a stack of books and chatting with a colleague.

She mostly listened, occasionally responding politely with a few words. Out of the corner of her eye, she quickly spotted Sheng Xining hiding behind a tree just a few steps away.

Meanwhile, the male teacher beside her was still rambling on. Knowing that a student in her class had skipped school today, Ji Bingyan had gone to the academic office, and he guessed her mood had been affected. Seizing the opportunity, this male teacher had launched into a well-meaning pep talk, showing no signs of stopping—even hinting at continuing their conversation over tea at a nearby milk tea shop.

The moment she saw Sheng Xining, Ji Bingyan smoothly interrupted him. “Sorry, Teacher Liu, my friend is here. I’ll be heading back now. You should rest early too.”

Seeing Ji Bingyan walk toward her so naturally, Sheng Xining froze for a moment before instinctively making a move to hide again. Then, regaining her composure, she stepped boldly under the streetlight to greet Ji Bingyan.

Unexpectedly, that Teacher Liu didn’t take the hint and leave.

“Oh?” Teacher Liu approached with a forced smile, a stack of teaching materials rolled up in his hand as he pointed at Sheng Xining. “Teacher Ji, would I have the honor of getting to know this beautiful friend of yours?”

Sheng Xining recognized this man—Liu Xiaojun, a thirty-something math teacher for Class 2, with a sharp, weaselly face and black-framed glasses. The students privately nicknamed him “Skinny Monkey” because he loved teasing female students under the guise of “bonding with them,” often making borderline inappropriate remarks that were just shy of crossing the line.

The boys would snicker knowingly, while the girls would lower their heads in silence.

Sheng Xining and Han Yile absolutely despised him. To avoid his math lectures and his obnoxious face, they often buried their heads together, playing tic-tac-toe instead.

“Hello,” Sheng Xining smiled and extended her hand. “You must be Bingyan’s colleague, right? My name is Liu Dajun, and my son is Liu Xiaojun. I’m here to pick him up, but that little troublemaker seems to have disappeared. Oh, by the way, how should I address you?”

Liu Xiaojun’s expression turned suspicious as he awkwardly dodged the mention of his full name. “…Oh, uh, my surname is Liu.”

“This is Teacher Liu Xiaojun, my colleague from the same grade,” Ji Bingyan deliberately interjected, her tone light and indifferent. “He teaches math for our class. His teaching skills are outstanding—a truly exceptional young educator.”

Sheng Xining covered her mouth in surprise. “Oh, what a coincidence! You share the same name as my son?”

Though Liu Xiaojun could hardly believe what was happening, he had no choice but to play along. Reluctantly, he gave a noncommittal hum, glanced at Ji Bingyan, nodded briefly, then quickly walked away, clutching his stack of teaching materials.

Sheng Xining cupped her hands around her mouth and called after him, “Teacher Liu—Xiaojun took my surname. It’s not uncommon these days for children to take their mother’s name—”

After shouting, she turned to face Ji Bingyan, who stood with her arms crossed, books held against her chest, her gaze cool and steady as she regarded Sheng Xining.

Today, Sheng Xining wore her sleek black hair long and loose, a high-waisted flowing skirt swaying gently, revealing a pair of elegant flat shoes. Even after a full day’s work, she still carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.

“Xining,” Ji Bingyan asked, “how did you know his name?”

Ji Bingyan rarely discussed colleagues with Sheng Xining, especially male teachers, for fear of stirring her jealousy. Once, at a restaurant, she had merely mentioned how capable a new male teacher was, and Sheng Xining—her toxic girlfriend—had immediately thrown her bowl down and stormed off, heedless of the shattered pieces cutting Ji Bingyan’s hand, drawing stares from other diners.

Now, Sheng Xining’s heart skipped a beat. Naturally, she wanted to avoid the question. Seeing no one else around, she flashed a sycophantic smile, squinting playfully as she leaned closer to Ji Bingyan.

“Guess what I have in my arms?”

“Sugar-roasted chestnuts.”

“…”

Noticing Ji Bingyan’s displeasure at her evasion, Sheng Xining took out a still-warm chestnut, peeled it, and held it to Ji Bingyan’s lips.

With wide, coaxing eyes, Sheng Xining said, “I just know. Not just colleagues—your superiors, your friends, their names, whether they’re single or remarried with kids, even the gender of every mosquito buzzing around you. I know it all.”

Hearing her domineering tone, Ji Bingyan covered her face in embarrassment and laughed softly. “Oh.”

No wonder she had pranked Liu Xiaojun, Ji Bingyan thought. Next time, she’d better not let Sheng Xining see Liu Xiaojun walking with her again—otherwise, she’d end up being someone’s father once more.

The drive home was shrouded in thick, unyielding darkness.

Gripping the steering wheel, Sheng Xining drove carefully, her mind preoccupied with one thought: once she became Teacher Ji’s colleague, she would find a way to deal with Liu Xiaojun. She refused to let the current students endure the same disgust she had suffered back then.

Of course, it would be even better if she could remove Liu Xiaojun from Ji Bingyan’s side. Teaching the same class, seeing each other every day, brushing past each other in narrow classroom aisles—just imagining the details made Sheng Xining’s skin crawl.

As a student, Sheng Xining had seen right through Teacher Liu’s subtle workplace harassment toward Teacher Ji. Tonight, she had witnessed it again firsthand. Back then, she had been powerless—just a student.

But now, everything was different.

At this thought, Sheng Xining let out an involuntary cold laugh, her gaze dark and sharp, her grip on the steering wheel tightening until a faint blue vein bulged on her hand.

“Xining…” Ji Bingyan turned to look at her, as if wanting to say something.

Sheng Xining: “Hmm?”

“From now on,” Ji Bingyan turned her head back and suddenly lowered her eyelids, “could you not shake hands with men so casually?”

“Huh?” Sheng Xining immediately realized—Ji Bingyan was upset about her handshake with Liu Xiaojun just now. She playfully blinked her eyes. “Okay, I’ll listen to Teacher Ji.”

Ji Bingyan was a little surprised. Had her girlfriend really become obedient in every possible way, just like that?

In the past, whenever she made even the smallest request, Sheng Xining would invariably respond with a random combination of sarcasm, tantrums, or the silent treatment.

The Sheng Xining beside her now seemed to have truly kept her promise—completely renewed?

While her new girlfriend was focused on driving, Ji Bingyan stole another quick glance at her, then turned to smooth her wind-tousled long hair and smiled at the dimly lit nightscape.

Back at Ji Bingyan’s place,

Sheng Xining dutifully settled at the desk near the balcony in the living room. After sitting down, she turned to open her small backpack and pulled out a stack of practice exam booklets. As she switched on the desk lamp, her peripheral glance caught Ji Bingyan.

Ji Bingyan had just stepped out of the bedroom, carrying a pile of fresh clothes as she headed to the bathroom. Her gaze seemed to flicker toward Sheng Xining as well.

“I finished preparing my lessons at school today,” Ji Bingyan turned around, her tone sweet, “How about I go over the problems with you after my shower?”

“Sure!”

Sheng Xining happily agreed, only withdrawing her gaze once Ji Bingyan’s figure disappeared into the bathroom.

For some reason, while waiting for her to finish showering, Sheng Xining felt inexplicably parched, her heart racing. The black pen in her hand scribbled aimlessly across the draft paper until she snapped out of it—only to find the sheet covered with “Ji Bingyan” written over and over.

No improvement at all. Just like back in school.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Sheng Xining guiltily shoved the paper under her books. Pretending to be engrossed in solving problems, she let her pen scratch noisily against the paper, completely unaware of Ji Bingyan’s approach—even as the woman’s warm, fragrant scent overwhelmed her senses.

Seeing Sheng Xining so focused, Ji Bingyan fell into thought. At first, she had assumed it was all talk—that Sheng Xining would slack off after a few days, just putting on a show to humor her. But now, it seemed Sheng Xining was genuinely serious.

While tutoring her, Ji Bingyan discovered her girlfriend was far more intelligent than she’d imagined, often grasping concepts with just a hint. It was as if she had transformed inside and out. If this kept up, she might actually become her colleague one day.

But did she really understand what she was getting into? A career wasn’t child’s play—once chosen, it required commitment. Especially a profession like teaching, which demanded compassion, dedication, and a sense of responsibility.

After going through the problems, Ji Bingyan wanted to find the right moment to discuss this seriously with her. Just as she was pondering how to bring it up, Sheng Xining—her face inexplicably flushed—looked up and asked about school.

Sheng Xining: “Did the student who skipped class today come back in the end?”

“Hmm, she ran back on her own again.” Ji Bingyan lightly grasped her nightgown with her right hand, straddled Sheng Xining, and playfully brushed her nose against hers intermittently. “What a headache. No matter how much I asked her where she’d been, she refused to say. Teenagers always have so many secrets they’d rather die than reveal.”

As if Han Yile would ever tell you, Sheng Xining thought to herself, her heart rate skyrocketing to 120.

“I lectured her for a long time,” Ji Bingyan said, burying her face in the hollow of her girlfriend’s collarbone. “So you see, being a teacher isn’t as simple as you might think. It’s not just about teaching—it’s about nurturing people too. There are so many unexpected challenges, like navigating complicated relationships with colleagues or dealing with all kinds of students and parents. Are you sure you want to be a teacher?”

Sheng Xining replied, “I’m sure.”

Before her transmigration, Sheng Xining’s family had always urged her to become a teacher, saying it was the best profession for a girl—stable, respectable, with paid winter and summer vacations.

But she had never agreed. Having been a student for over a decade, she had spent every day from dawn to late night trapped in classrooms, drowning in endless textbooks and problem sets. Becoming a teacher would mean extending that life indefinitely.

She believed life shouldn’t be like that. She wanted to explore a wider world and see richer landscapes.

But now, there was Teacher Ji at the school—the very landscape she longed to traverse, the scenery she yearned to lose herself in.

Teacher Ji wouldn’t leave this world at the age of 27. Her beautiful presence would endure in the school, in the classrooms, among the students—from dawn to dusk, from dusk to midnight, all the way until retirement.

Sheng Xining thought life should be like this: striving tirelessly to stay by the side of the person she loved.

The curtains fluttered in the night breeze, and the quiet moonlight bathed them both.

For the first time, Sheng Xining mustered the courage to tentatively embrace Ji Bingyan. “Don’t worry. If I’m lucky enough to become a teacher, I’ll be a good one.”

I have to be worthy of you.