Transformed into a High School Deep Closet Goddess Teacher in a Hot Romance with a Scumbag Girlfriend - Chapter 6

In the blink of an eye, eight months had passed.

It happened to be a Monday. After a brief weekend, No. 1 High School in City A returned to its usual lively yet orderly rhythm. Students in blue-and-white uniforms bustled through the corridors, their youthful figures bathed in golden sunlight as laughter and playful banter filled the air.

It was the long break between classes.

Teachers, having just finished their weekly staff meeting, hurried out of the large conference room. Director Wang, the academic dean, was deep in conversation with Sheng Xining before stopping by the hallway.

Today was Sheng Xining’s first day on the job. The school had recently recruited four new teachers—one for Chinese, two for math, and one for chemistry.

Originally, Sheng Xining had only ranked second in the exams. However, the top candidate failed the physical examination, so Sheng Xining was admitted as a replacement. She never expected that while she hadn’t outperformed others academically, she’d somehow won in terms of physical fitness.

After briefing her on the essentials for new hires, Director Wang smiled and said, “Alright then, Teacher Sheng, feel free to look around. I have some business to attend to in the principal’s office.” He glanced around, hoping to randomly assign someone to show her around.

As if by chance, Ji Bingyan, who had been lingering near the conference room door pretending to check her phone, was promptly “caught.”

“Ah, Teacher Ji, you don’t have a class next period, do you? Could you please show our new colleague, Teacher Sheng, around and help her get familiar with the place?” With that, Director Wang adjusted his glasses and hurried off.

A faint smile touched Ji Bingyan’s lips as she approached Sheng Xining, who looked fresh and bright in a white blouse and jeans.

“Teacher Sheng,” she said, “shall we?”

The two walked one after the other down the hallway as the bell for the next class rang. Students from Class 2 rushed into their room, only to peek back out at them.

“Wow, is that the new teacher following Teacher Ji? Ahhh, she’s so pretty—”

“Where? Where?!”

Liu Xiaojun strode into the classroom, rapping a ruler against his palm. “Class is starting! Stop gawking. You can admire the beauty after class!”

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No. 1 High School was Sheng Xining’s alma mater before her transmigration. Though she had graduated six or seven years ago, her memories of high school—perhaps because of Teacher Ji—remained vivid in every corner.

For instance, the library Teacher Ji frequented was to the left of the first teaching building. Sheng Xining often saw her there during lunch breaks, returning or borrowing books. Dressed in her favorite skirts, she would lean gracefully against the balcony railing, flipping through pages. Occasionally, a breeze would tousle her hair, and she’d tuck the stray strands behind her ear.

All of it felt like a dream.

“It really feels like a dream—” Sheng Xining crossed her arms and leaned against the library balcony, sighing as she gazed at Ji Bingyan.

Ji Bingyan also felt it was somewhat dreamlike. Everything seemed surreal. If someone had told her before that Sheng Xining—who once drowned herself in alcohol and drifted through life aimlessly—would become her colleague, a Chinese teacher just like her, she would never have believed it. It would’ve been pure fantasy, something not even a dream could conjure.

“I’d call it a dream come true,” Ji Bingyan emphasized, word by word. “This is the result of your hard work. If you still feel like you’re dreaming—”

She glanced down, pretending to lift her foot as if to step on Sheng Xining. Instinctively, Sheng Xinen moved to dodge, but Ji Bingyan seized the moment to plant a quick kiss on her.

“…”

“Still feel like you’re dreaming?”

Sheng Xining thought to herself, Now it feels even more like a dream.

That kiss was cool and refreshing, like a shooting star—lasting barely a second. If Sheng Xining hadn’t instinctively touched her lips with her thumb and noticed a trace of transparent mint lip gloss on her fingertip, she might not have believed it had even happened.

Her heart pounded heavily.

Hmm? So this is the kind of person Teacher Ji is.

By the time she snapped out of it, Ji Bingyan had already resumed his composed demeanor, hands clasped behind his back, strolling leisurely ahead.

The next day, Class 3 of Grade 11 welcomed their new Chinese teacher.

Holding a brand-new white chalk, Sheng Xining wrote her name in bold, sweeping strokes across the pristine blackboard.

A student excitedly called out, “Sheng—”

Then came the awkward realization—they couldn’t read the next two characters.

The classroom immediately erupted in laughter.

Sheng Xining turned around, her striking, mature beauty softened by a bright, harmless smile. “Hello, everyone! My name is Sheng Xining, and from now on, I’ll be your Chinese teacher.”

With that, she clapped her hands twice, dusting off the chalk residue.

“Hello, Teacher Sheng! I’m Liang Qihui, the class monitor of Class 3.” Liang Qihui abruptly stood up. The boy had the studious look of a top student, though his acne was a bit distracting. When his eyes met Sheng Xining’s, he froze for a second before hurriedly turning to his classmates and clapping enthusiastically. “Let’s welcome Teacher Sheng to our class!”

“Hello, Teacher Sheng! Welcome, Teacher Sheng—”

The classroom burst into timely, thunderous applause.

Sheng Xining chuckled inwardly. Teacher Ji had warned her that Class 3, despite being a humanities-focused class, had little interest in Chinese—so much so that their previous teacher had been driven to take maternity leave for a second child. He’d even prepped her last night, saying not to be discouraged if she faced a cold reception. But now? It seemed the complete opposite.

As a former student herself, she understood—appearances mattered.

She recognized some faces in Class 3 and knew a few of the more notorious students, but as a whole, she wasn’t familiar with them. Details like their enthusiasm for Chinese were things only the teachers would know.

Now, her identity had shifted from an unnoticed girl in the neighboring class to a teacher standing before dozens of expectant eyes. It was impossible not to feel a little nervous.

Suppressing her unease, Sheng Xining continued her introduction, chatting and laughing with the students to build rapport.

Suddenly, a boy raised his hand and blurted out, “Teacher Sheng, do you have a boyfriend?”

Before the air could turn awkward, a girl sitting at the back of the classroom lazily lifted her hand, her oversized uniform sleeve drooping. “Our Teacher Lin is currently single!”

The classroom instantly erupted into a chorus of exaggerated cheers and whistles. Just then, Lin Pingfeng, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, happened to pass by the window and poked his head in—his sharp, clean-cut buzz cut unmistakable.

“What’s all this noise? Can’t you behave for Teacher Sheng’s first day?” The handsome Lin Pingfeng shot Sheng Xining a glance, sharing an amused smile.

The cheers only grew louder.

And just like that, within a single class period, the ship name “Taiping Shengshi” Great Peace and Prosperity—combining Teacher Lin and Teacher Sheng—was born.

That evening, when Ji Bingyan asked how her first official day had gone, Sheng Xining rested her chin on her hand and answered honestly, “Pretty good. There’s already a ship for me and Teacher Lin. Seems like I’m fitting in just fine?”

Ji Bingyan paused as he added noodles to the boiling pot, his tone cool: “Teacher Lin has a CP with every female teacher—single, married, it doesn’t matter. The kids are at that age where they love to joke around. As long as it’s harmless, we don’t interfere.”

Sheng Xining rested her chin on her other hand. “Really? You don’t mind?”

“I don’t.”

Sheng Xining watched Ji Bingyan’s back for a moment in silence. Suddenly, she heard a sizzling sound and immediately darted over to turn off the stove.

“Wow, babe, your pot’s boiling over.”