I used rebirth to bury his captivating gaze.

Chapter 73 Yu Dajun, a night student, stares intently at Yu Han (the students go out to paint and sk

Yu Han continued her routine of selling clothes at a street stall during the day and attending night school at night.

The evening classes are held for two hours every night from 8 pm to 10 pm, with a ten-minute break in between.

During a break between classes, Yu Han noticed a handsome boy staring at her with a blank, unfocused gaze, as if he were gazing into the distance.

Yu Han simply ignored him; no matter who it was, nothing could shake her fighting spirit in her studies!

Let him look all he wants; he can't possibly enter Yu Han's heart. I'm a reborn woman, I'm not afraid of your blindness. Afraid of what? You think I'm some naive girl seduced by your gazes?!

The look in that person's eyes in my past life made me lose my mind and my life.

Thinking about this, she suddenly realized that the handsome boy staring at her looked exactly like the man from her past life, the one she had been longing for. He looked exactly like the same person as Yu Shuai in her previous life.

Alright, let him look like whoever he wants. I can't just gouge out his two big, bright eyes with a knife and feed them to him.

After a short ten-minute break, the sketching class, which had already been taught in the first semester, was over. This class was a colored pencil lesson, taught by a young and refined-looking male art teacher.

After finishing the colored pencil lesson, we arranged the first daytime field sketching class at the school tomorrow.

The following morning was sunny and calm. Yu Han did not go to set up a street stall to sell clothes, but instead participated in the school's outdoor art sketching course.

She ate breakfast at the school cafeteria: a white steamed bun and half a lunchbox of cabbage and tofu.

Then all the first-year male and female students of the night school boarded a white private car and drove to a place in the countryside.

The male driver of the van would occasionally turn his head to look at Yang Yuhan sitting in the back passenger seat.

Yang Yuhan suddenly remembered that the driver was Jiang Erfu, the second son of Director Jiang from the logistics department of Tuan Dingshan Middle School, whom she had met back then. He was the second son of the Jiang family that Wang Qing, the village matchmaker, had introduced to Yu Mei, a son Yu Mei disliked.

After driving for an hour, the white van stopped in a remote area with mountains and water.

The more than twenty male and female interns on the van got off one after another, with the students in the front seats taking large easels and backpacks.

Then, the driver, Jiang Erfu, greeted the male teacher who was leading the group and got off the bus. After the male teacher got off the bus, the driver glanced at Yang Yuhan, who was carrying a large dark green easel and a black painting bag, as she walked towards the river.

Then the driver turned the van around, stepped on the gas, and sped away!

The students opened their easels and placed them on the bank of the Xiaohe River, where the water flowed smoothly.

Yu Dajun, whose eyes had been fixed on Yu Han in the classroom, now turned his gaze away from the pretty girl's face and began sketching her.

The mountains are green, the water is blue, and the sun is shining brightly overhead—it's so wonderful!

The male teacher leading the group was the young art teacher who usually taught classes. He started gesturing in front of the students, pointing with one finger to the green mountains and blue river in front of them. Of course, the river's reflection under the blue sky created a striking effect!

Following the teacher's instructions, the students began to imitate various drawings.

Similarly, Yang Yuhan placed the small backpack she had brought beforehand on the green grass and set up her large, dark green easel.

Then she rummaged through the paintbrushes and colored inks in the black backpack and saw the long white scarf that she had put in the bag before she came. The white scarf was given to her by her fourth uncle when he came to the rural compound from out of town a few years ago. He also gave her third sister, Yuqiu, a long red scarf of the same kind.

The third sister's long scarf was cut into two small skirts by her eldest daughter.

She smiled after looking at it, then picked up a paintbrush, half-squatted on one leg, with the other knee on the ground, left hand holding the easel, right hand holding the paintbrush, dipped it in the opened colored ink, and began to paint the mountains, rivers, grass, and trees in front of her.

Yu Han finished her drawing; she was the fastest. She called over the other students who were looking at their drawings. The teacher came over, checked her work, and then the male teacher smiled with satisfaction and said to her...

"Yang Yuhan truly possesses a unique talent for painting. She paints quickly and vividly, as if the scene before her were real. In particular, the highlight of the painting is a little girl in a pink floral dress running on the green grass, with a long white scarf held above her head, fluttering by the riverbank. On the other side of the river stands a handsome young man, dressed in silver, seemingly looking at you with unattainable eyes."

Upon hearing the teacher praise Yu Han, everyone put down their paintbrushes and ran over to watch Yu Han paint. Only Yu Dajun remained still, having already painted the mountains, rivers, plants, and trees opposite him.

When everyone ran to the easel in front of Yu Han, they were all stunned.

A girl of average appearance laughed and said, "Wow? What a beautiful painting! The mountains and water in the painting are beautiful, and the people in the painting are even more beautiful! A fairy and a handsome man. Haha!"

"Zhao Yun, watch your voice!" Teacher Ma, who was leading the group, scolded.

Another male student said, "Teacher Ma Zhao Yun is right, the beautiful woman in the painting does look like a fairy, and the handsome man in white on the other side looks so much like someone else."

"Wow, the handsome guy in the painting definitely looks like him, and the beautiful girl in the painting is the artist herself, Yang Yuhan."

"Ha ha!"

"Shut up! Don't mock your role models. Go back to where you paint and keep painting."

Upon hearing the teacher's instructions, the students immediately ran back to their respective flower stands to sketch.

Teacher Ma also went over to watch the other students draw.

Yang Yuhan had nothing to do. It was almost lunchtime, and the students would be receiving school meals soon, probably delivered by the same white van from this morning.

Just then, a light northeasterly wind picked up, and since she had nothing better to do, she took out a white scarf from her black backpack. Then, she stood up and, mimicking the pose of the girl in the painting holding the white scarf, began to leap across the lush green grass of the riverbank. The long white scarf above her head fluttered in the northeasterly breeze...

As she ran and played, Yu Dajun, a male classmate who had been watching her in the night school classroom, suddenly appeared beside her.

Yu Dajun also started running, catching Yu Han off guard. She was furious. What kind of situation was this? She was having a great time, and then this unexpected trouble came out of nowhere.

In her past life, she did the same thing at a high school reunion, playing outdoors on a green lawn. Just like now, her classmates swarmed around her, making them laugh hysterically!

"Yu Dajun, what are you doing? I was having fun, why are you getting in the way?"

The students laughed out loud at their actions!

Teacher Ma solemnly persuaded him once again.

A little while later, the white van indeed delivered a lot of delicious lunches!

Everyone started eating, no one cared about the crazy and bizarre behavior of the two people just now!

After everyone had dinner, they drew for a while in the afternoon, and then took the same white van back to the night school.