Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

When Wu Tongxue woke up the next day, she found that the burns from the hot oil the day before had disappeared.

Is Huo Tongzhou's medicine really that effective?

After washing up, he went to the courtyard. Everything was clean and tidy. Firewood was neatly stacked under the eaves, and the water vat was full of water.

The morning air was very fresh, and Wu Tongxue had the idea of ​​going out for a walk.

He found a bankbook and more than three thousand yuan in cash and receipts in the closet of his bedroom. This was enough for him to use for a long time, but leaving it idle would attract the attention of others, so he had to find something to do.

Wu Tongxue planned to go out for a walk and take a look around.

Along the way, he realized that working was clearly not suitable for him; it was physically demanding.

Raising pigs and cattle...

After witnessing an old woman quickly calm down a restless pig and a water buffalo wallowing in the mud, refusing to get up, he realized that this was also physically demanding work.

Wu Tongxue wandered around for a while but couldn't find a suitable job in the brigade. Instead, she got tired of walking.

The black cloth robes hung loosely on him, revealing his snow-white skin and a beautiful, ethereal face, both lively and sinister, like a cool and lush flower blooming at the bottom of a river.

She sat peacefully on a rock, serene and undisturbed, as if she were far away.

Bai Jingfan walked a few steps closer, stood beside "her," and raised his hand to push up his glasses.

Wu Tongxue turned her head, and as soon as she moved, the air around her seemed to come alive again. Sunlight shone on her small face, making her look charming and dreamlike.

Her eyelashes fluttered, her clear eyes curved into crescents, and she softly called out, "Bai Zhiqing."

Wu Tongxue noticed that the laptop in his hand was the same one she had seen last time. "Out drawing again?"

He glanced at the sky. "Shouldn't it be time to start work now?"

Bai Jingfan felt as if a handful of icing sugar had been sprinkled on his heart, melting away. At that moment, he was unaware of how serious and happy his expression was.

His expression was very gentle and polite. "I applied to the brigade leader to teach at a nearby primary school so I wouldn't have to work anymore."

"I didn't have class this morning, so I came out for a walk to clear my head."

Newly widowed, Bai Jingfan's gaze swept over "her" all in black, feeling sorrow for "her" while secretly hiding his joy.

Wu Tongxue: "Teach a lesson?"

He looked Bai Jingfan over carefully. He had the air of a schoolteacher, but becoming a teacher wasn't something anyone could just do; many people were vying for a single spot.

He had only been in Qingshan Brigade for a few days when he became a teacher at the school. The connections behind him are worth pondering.

Bai Jingfan smiled gently, "It just so happens that the school here is short of a Chinese teacher, and the brigade leader accepted my self-recommendation, so I have a job."

He joked, "If I were really asked to farm, I'd probably collapse in the field after a few days."

Bai Jingfan sat down on another rock and flipped through his notebook. "The scenery here is nice."

Wu Tongxue watched as he placed the notebook on his lap, took out a brush, and began to draw rapidly. Curious, she leaned closer to watch.

The distant scenery is captured at the tip of the pen, and perfectly presented with each line.

It's clear that Bai Jingfan has put in a lot of effort in painting; in no time, a vivid landscape painting appeared in his notebook.

The entire drawing was completed with just a pen.

Wu Tongxue didn't have that skill, but her eyes were full of admiration. "You're amazing at drawing!"

Bai Jingfan tore that page out and handed it to "her," saying, "If you like it, you can have it. It's rare to find someone who appreciates my paintings."

Wu Tongxue hadn't intended to respond, but she was puzzled by the second half of his sentence. "Why? You clearly draw very well."

The man's smile widened at the compliment. He capped his pen, casually crossed his long legs, and looked at him with a smile. "Of course, it's because—"

He paused for a few seconds, then said in suspense, "Not many people have seen my paintings."

Few people have seen it, so naturally few people appreciate it; the logic is sound.

"I have to go now, I need to go back and prepare my lessons. Goodbye." Without giving Wu Tongxue a chance to refuse, the person put away their notebook, waved, and turned to leave.

Wu Tongxue had no choice but to hold onto the painting in her hand.

Upon closer inspection, you can see two people at the very bottom, drawn very small, almost like two tiny black dots, who are sitting on the rock.

The two little figures are drawn very roughly, yet they are quite lifelike.

Wu Tongxue couldn't help but smile, then rolled up the painting and put it away.