Returning to Infancy with my Nemesis - Chapter 97

Tang Mian: “…”

This guy really knows how to play.

When he left, Fu Shizhao was still obediently sitting in front of his laptop, unexpectedly arriving at the studio ahead of him. He probably ran really fast.

After exchanging greetings with another senior from the art institute and the club president, the three of them took attendance of all the students present.

Once they confirmed that all the students attending today’s afternoon painting class were present, they officially began the lesson.

This class made Tang Mian realize even more deeply how difficult it is to be a teacher.

Teaching what you’re good at to others isn’t a simple matter, and each student’s level of understanding is different, making it easy for many challenging problems to arise during the teaching process.

Fortunately, everyone was alumni, similar in age, so they easily bonded and those who didn’t understand would ask directly.

“Teacher Xiao Mao, is this drawing correct?”

“Teacher Xiao Mao, I didn’t understand that just now.”

“Teacher Xiao Mao, look at the cat I drew.”

Led by Fu Shizhao, everyone in the studio started calling Tang Mian Teacher Xiao Mao. Yet Fu Shizhao was still not satisfied, smiling and showing off the small hair tie on his wrist, saying, “I’m Teacher Xiao Mao’s family member.”

The hair tie matched exactly the one on Tang Mian’s head, only the color was different.

Now everyone in the studio looked at the two of them differently.

Tang Mian: “…”, really wanted to pull this student who didn’t follow the rules out and make them stand in punishment.

After class that day, Tang Mian and Fu Shizhao left the school and went to a mall not too far or too close to the school for a date. “Accidentally,” they passed the point where the dormitory curfew was enforced.

After sending a message to their roommates to cover for them, the two “homeless” people boldly went to a hotel.

It had been a while since they had been intimate, and both were eager.

As soon as the door closed, Fu Shizhao’s lips came crashing down.

This kiss was much more passionate than before, as if he had really been holding back.

Well, even in the dorm room, it was really hard to let go.

Tang Mian responded to the kiss passively or actively, almost out of breath, his ears turning completely red.

Finally, their lips parted.

Tang Mian found himself sitting on the bed at some point, quickly taking in oxygen, and then slowing down for a while.

Fu Shizhao was in a much better condition than him. He was always in control and wouldn’t be thrown off rhythm by a kiss. Thinking back to the series of events that happened during the painting class in the afternoon, Fu Shizhao suddenly had a mischievous idea. Listening in class, taking notes, doing homework after class, handing it in, and getting it corrected by the teacher. He was a good student.

“Teacher Xiao Mao,” Fu Shizhao whispered mischievously, leaning in close to his ear, using a familiar yet exhilarating title.

It was as if Fu Shizhao was really his student and he was Fu Shizhao’s teacher, and they were engaging in some forbidden activities.

“How’s my drawing?” Fu Shizhao pretended to draw with his hand, recalling the painting techniques and content Tang Mian had taught him earlier that day.

Here, you need to be heavier, and there, lighter, so the colors will be balanced and the picture more vivid. This is for outlines, gently sketching.

Next is the surface, where you need to evenly spread the paint back and forth, filling in the colors. Then comes shading. Apply more pressure, and the colors will deepen, making the picture come alive.

The little teacher explained it well, and the students understood it brilliantly.

“Teacher Xiao Mao, how many points would you give?” Fu Shizhao purposely stopped and asked mischievously.

Tang Mian bit his lip tightly. “…Ninety.”

Fu Shizhao shook his head with regret.

“I’ll have to practice more.”

“I’ll work hard to make the teacher satisfied.”

Starting from the second week, Tang Mian made excuses not to go to the art club anymore. Anyway, there were many students from the art institute in the art club, so his absence wouldn’t matter much, and there would be others to take his place.

Being a teacher was just too exhausting…

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This chapter is so short that I thought the author forgot to write some parts of it  lol. The novel is about to end. 97/113 done.