Transformed into a High School Deep Closet Goddess Teacher in a Hot Romance with a Scumbag Girlfriend - Chapter 7

Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the windows of the large open-plan office.

An older teacher had already brewed a cup of goji berry tea for health and was preparing lessons at his desk. A younger female teacher, who didn’t have morning study hall, leisurely peeled a tea egg while chatting with her neighbor about the gossip she’d seen on her way to work.

Today was English morning study hall. Ji Bingyan had just returned from Class 2 and was about to start grading the homework freshly delivered by the class representative.

Seeing her return, a colleague struck up a casual conversation, which somehow turned to the topic of the newly arrived Teacher Sheng.

The English teacher, Miss Huang, asked, “Hey, where does Teacher Sheng live? It must be pretty far, right? She’s still not here at this hour.”

At the moment, most teachers in the office had already arrived, with only five minutes left before being considered late. Under the principal’s strict management, even teachers without classes in the first two periods usually came to the office early.

“Not sure,” Ji Bingyan replied, flipping open a homework assignment and focusing on grading. She glanced up briefly at the door.

The two of them had agreed to act like strangers in front of their colleagues. Initially, they were worried that Liu Xiaojun’s brief encounter with Sheng Xining months ago might make the act difficult, but Liu, ever the oblivious straight man, had completely forgotten about her. Maybe all pretty women looked the same to him, or maybe his memory had selectively erased the existence of Liu Dajun, his so-called “dad.”

Ji Bingyan redirected the question to Lin Pingfeng. “Teacher Lin probably knows?”

After all, Lin Pingfeng was the homeroom teacher for Class 3, and the two of them—one teaching math, the other Chinese—were both core subject teachers for the same class, so they were naturally more familiar with each other than with others.

Lin Pingfeng eagerly took over. “Teacher Sheng lives in the east part of the city. It is a bit far, and she probably hit some traffic driving here.”

Great, so you actually do know, Ji Bingyan thought to herself.

Miss Huang remarked, “Oh, is that so? The other day, I saw you showing Teacher Sheng around the library, Bingyan. I thought you two had talked.”

The library… Ji Bingyan’s red pen paused mid-correction, her heart skipping a beat. Without showing any reaction, she lifted her eyes and smiled faintly at Miss Huang, shaking her head.

It seemed Miss Huang hadn’t witnessed the balcony kiss outside the reading room.

The mention of the east part of the city inevitably led to discussions about A City’s famous upscale villa district. The conversation quickly turned to Sheng Xining’s background, with everyone speculating why the heiress of the Sheng family would choose to become a teacher. Was it purely out of passion for education?

Just as the discussion was heating up, Sheng Xining suddenly walked into the office, arms full of a large bouquet of flowers. She greeted every colleague with infectious enthusiasm, her smile disarmingly bright. The click of her high heels marked her arrival—right on the dot, just before being late.

“Ah, I stopped to buy some flowers on the way and almost ran out of time,” Sheng Xining explained casually, showing off the vibrant bouquet in her arms. She playfully offered to share some with each teacher, claiming it would brighten up their desks, only to “discover” that only her and Teacher Ji’s desks had vases.

“Guess we’ll have to split it, Teacher Ji!” Sheng Xining said, casually dividing the bouquet in half and placing the half with roses into Ji Bingyan’s empty vase, already filled with water.

Ji Bingyan replied, “Thank you, Teacher Sheng.”

“No need for thanks,” Sheng Xining said. As their eyes met for a brief moment, her index finger subtly brushed against Ji Bingyan’s desk as she walked by, unnoticed by anyone else.

Ji Bingyan suppressed a smile at the corner of his lips, cleared his throat, and resumed grading assignments with a serious expression.

At some point—even Sheng Xining herself couldn’t pinpoint when—she had begun to unconsciously engage in little antics, simply because it made Teacher Ji happy.

Catching a glimpse of Teacher Ji’s fleeting moment of secret delight out of the corner of her eye, Sheng Xining, like a big dog that had just earned praise, happily tossed her head and returned to her seat.

Around five in the afternoon, Lin Pingfeng suddenly received a call from home—his mother had fallen ill and been hospitalized. He hastily informed Sheng Xining before rushing off.

Sheng Xining gave him an OK sign. No. 1 High School operated on a dual-classroom management system, so if homeroom teacher Lin Pingfeng had to leave, Chinese teacher Sheng Xining would step in to manage the class in his place.

At around six in the evening, an irate phone call came in for Sheng Xining. A parent of a girl from Class 3 had discovered a WeChat payment on their daughter’s phone from last weekend, with the recipient being a certain love hotel. After relentless questioning, the girl finally admitted she had booked the room with a boy from Class 2. The parents were furious and were about to storm into the school.

The moment she hung up, Sheng Xining saw Ji Bingyan walking into the main office, his expression cold and stern as he gripped his phone—clearly having just ended a call himself. Their eyes met, and they immediately understood.

Half an hour later, both sets of parents arrived. To avoid drawing attention, they chose a rarely used office on the top floor.

The harsh fluorescent lights glared overhead, the air thick with tension and the haze of cigarette smoke.

The girl and the boy stood with their respective parents. The girl kept her head down, her expression unreadable, while the boy wore a defiant, uncooperative look. Director Wang sat sternly in the middle, chain-smoking as he watched the two female teachers.

The issue had stalled over what exactly had happened in the hotel room.

“I already said we didn’t do anything! Why won’t you believe me? God, you adults are so filthy-minded!” The boy kicked at a cigarette butt Director Wang had tossed on the floor in frustration.

“What did you just say?” The girl’s father lunged forward, jabbing a finger at the boy’s head as he shouted furiously, “Say that again, you little bastard! If you didn’t do anything, why the hell did you take my daughter to a love hotel? You think you’re grown enough for this? I swear I’ll end you!”

The boy’s mother immediately shielded her son protectively, snapping back, “Stop yelling! Can’t we handle this like adults? He’s just a kid! We’re trying to solve this—your shouting isn’t helping!”

Ji Bingyan and Sheng Xining exchanged a glance and signaled to take their respective students aside for questioning. The boy glanced at Teacher Ji and waved dismissively, as if relieved. “Fine, I’ll talk to Teacher Ji. I’m done wasting words with you people.”

The girl eyed Sheng Xining distrustfully, but Sheng Xining wrapped an arm around her shoulders, murmuring reassurances as she led her away from the smoke-choked office.

The top floor was dark except for that single lit office. Night had fallen completely. Ji Bingyan and Sheng Xining stood far apart in the dim shadows, each with their student.

The boy had taken a gap year and was actually already eighteen. He had used his ID to book the room, and the girl had slipped into the hotel afterward.

According to their accounts, last Saturday was the girl’s birthday. She had harbored a secret crush on the boy for a long time and mustered the courage to invite him to celebrate with her—just the two of them. The boy, aware of her feelings, jokingly teased that he’d only go if they booked a love hotel. To his surprise, she agreed.

So there they were, awkwardly sitting in the love hotel, stubbornly grinding through an all-night mobile gaming session in duo queue.

Whoever chickened out first would be the loser.

A check of their gaming accounts confirmed they had indeed been playing all night. Perhaps because their young hearts were tangled with unspoken emotions, their focus was scattered, and their in-game performance was abysmal.

Midway, Ji Bingyan and Sheng Xining exchanged a call to compare notes and found their details aligned perfectly. With the gaming logs as evidence, Ji Bingyan also called the hotel front desk to verify check-in and check-out times, cross-referencing them with the girl’s ride-hailing app records.

Teacher Ji had calculated the timeline down to the minute.

The boy flushed red in exasperation, clutching his head. “Seriously, Teacher Ji? You’re counting every two or three minutes? What could I even do in that time? I’m not that lame!”

Ji Bingyan shot him a cold, stern glare. “Keep talking, and I’ll make you recite The Difficulty of the Shu Road a hundred times.”

“But Teacher Ji, we haven’t even studied The Difficulty of the Shu Road yet!”

“Then consider it an advance.”

Regardless, the boy was undeniably at fault for suggesting the love hotel and actually going through with it. Ji Bingyan lectured him thoroughly—his clear, melodious standard Mandarin delivered in a measured tone, yet every word struck the boy’s conscience like a hammer.

Within moments, the boy choked up. “I was wrong, Teacher Ji… I really was irresponsible. I didn’t think she’d actually listen to me, that she liked me that much… She’s so silly.”

Meanwhile, on Sheng Xining’s side.

In the dim light, the girl sat hunched on the steps, shoulders trembling slightly, her blue-and-white school uniform faintly illuminated by the brightly lit teaching building across the way.

Sheng Xining sat quietly beside her, offering gentle, concerned glances now and then, softly smoothing the girl’s tear-tangled hair.

The girl lifted her red, puffy eyes with a sniffle. “…Teacher Sheng, am I… really that shameless?”

“Not at all,” Sheng Xining replied firmly. “Liking someone so fiercely and letting them know—that’s bravery. How could that be shameful?”

“But my parents would think I’m shameless. My classmates and friends would too. I—a girl—actually booked a room to invite a boy, it’s just…” She paused, then burst into loud sobs. “It really is shameless…”

“What’s wrong with being a girl?” Sheng Xining patted her shoulder reassuringly. “The issue is that you’re still too young, not that you’re a girl. You’re minors—these things aren’t appropriate yet.”

The girl nodded, then looked at Sheng Xining with sudden curiosity. “Teacher Sheng… did you have a crush on anyone in high school?”

“Ah, that.” Sheng Xining’s gaze dropped abruptly, her lashes casting deep shadows as she smiled bitterly. “I did. But I wasn’t as brave as you—I never let that person know.” As she spoke, her eyes drifted uncontrollably toward Ji Bingyan’s direction.

The girl gave her a sympathetic glance, inexplicably feeling a little better.

Afraid that bringing the students back to the office would cause another chaotic scene, both teachers stepped out for quite a while and only returned after having a heartfelt talk with them. Upon reentering the office, they found Director Wang had already smoked through his pack of cigarettes and was now frowning as he held his last one, negotiating with the parents from both sides.

The moment Teacher Ji and Teacher Sheng returned with the students, Director Wang immediately stood up.

In the end, the matter was resolved properly. The full story and truth were clearly explained to both sets of parents, and the two teachers seamlessly teamed up to admonish them—how could they not have noticed their children staying out all night over the weekend? The parents were undeniably negligent.

Seeing the situation handled so well, Director Wang let out a long sigh of relief. When it was time to leave, he cheerfully escorted the two teachers out of the building.

Director Wang: “Teacher Ji, Teacher Sheng, you two are really something! Who would’ve thought such a tricky situation could be handled with such perfect coordination?”

“You flatter me, Director. I don’t have much experience,” Sheng Xining said, her eyes brimming with affection as she openly glanced at Ji Bingyan. “I learned everything from Teacher Ji.”

Ji Bingyan caught her gaze and, without changing her expression, turned to Director Wang. “Teacher Sheng is being modest. It’s all thanks to Director Wang’s guidance—handling something like this so skillfully right after joining us.”

And so, the cycle of workplace flattery continued.

That evening, back at home.

Fresh out of the shower, Ji Bingyan lounged lazily yet stiffly outside the bathroom door, draped in loose silk pajamas with a deep V-neck that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of skin. The sound of running water echoed inside, but after waiting for what felt like ages, there was still no sign of the other person emerging.

Arms crossed, she paced back and forth before finally scribbling a note on a sticky pad and slapping it onto the fogged-up bathroom door, then turning to leave—

“Hey, Teacher Sheng… It’s been a while since you became a teacher. Tonight… do you want to play stick games together?”