Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

In the cafeteria.

Shen Shian looked at Song Qingyu's leaving back, a little absent-minded.

It’s not like no one has asked about their relationship before.

Song Qingyu would always say with a smile, "This is my brother."

Now we use the word “relatives” to describe them.

She has indeed changed a lot.

Ning Yueqi saw all of Shen Shian's reactions.

Seeing him staring in a daze in the direction where Song Qingyu left, Ning Yueqi gritted her teeth.

It seems that he cares about Song Qingyu more than he thought.

"Brother Shian, is that Xiaoyu's boyfriend? They look like a good match."

Ning Yueqi sighed out loud, pretending to sigh unintentionally.

Shen Shian came back to his senses and denied, "No."

Ning Yueqi's eyes flashed a gloomy look, and then returned to normal. She pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Seeing how close they were, I thought they were dating. I almost made a fool of myself."

Shen Shian didn't respond and put the plate on the table. "Eat. You have classes in the afternoon."

……

Meeting Shen Shian and Ning Yueqi in the classroom that day seemed to be purely accidental.

During the next few days of classes, Song Qingyu didn't see Ning Yueqi, and instead felt relieved.

She hasn't figured out what attitude she should use to face Ning Yueqi.

This was the existence that drove her crazy in her previous life and eventually led to her tragic death.

Fortunately, her elective course did not seem to be on Ning Yueqi's schedule.

But surprisingly, her classes were always full.

Song Qingyu had never seen such a scene in her previous life, and couldn't figure out the reason for a moment. She just thought that students preferred to communicate with young teachers.

When the bell rang, Song Qingyu, who never stayed after class, closed the book and said to the students, "Let's end the get out of class."

Because it was the last class in the morning, the students were all in a hurry to eat and no one came over to ask questions.

Song Qingyu was also happy to have some free time. She slowly packed up her books and lesson plans. When she looked up, everyone in the classroom had left.

She just missed the rush hour and walked back to the office building in the midday sun.

Before I got downstairs, someone called me from behind.

Hearing someone calling her from behind, Song Qingyu turned around and saw Professor Sun and Lin Yixuan standing not far away. A smile appeared on her face and she walked over immediately.

"Professor Sun, Senior Brother, why are you here?"

"Professor Sun just finished his get out of class. I have nothing to do in the morning, so I'll go over and listen." Lin Yixiu took the initiative to answer.

Professor Sun was pleased to see his two most proud students getting along so well.

Upon learning that Song Qingyu had not eaten yet, Professor Sun waved his hand and offered to treat her.

Neither of them refused, and followed Professor Sun out of the school, one on the left and one on the right.

On the way, Song Qingyu couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard that Professor Sun always asked Lin Yixuan to pretend to be a freshman at the beginning of the school year, show off his skills and beat other freshmen to motivate students to practice hard.

I didn’t expect that Professor Sun, who looks old-fashioned, would come up with such an idea.

"Fortunately, Professor Sun didn't do this when I was a freshman, otherwise I might have been bullied by my senior and become tired of studying."

Song Qingyu sighed softly.

Lin Yixuan looked at the bright smile on her face and answered silently in his heart.

If it was Song Qingyu, he would not be willing to torture her.

At the dinner table, Professor Sun talked about Lin Yixuan's interesting past from time to time, which made Song Qingyu laugh all the time.

"I didn't expect that my brother had this side of him."

Song Qingyu couldn't stop laughing.

“Not bringing a drawing board to class is the most common thing.” Professor Sun waved his hand, looking as if he had seen a lot of things.

Lin Yixuan quickly stopped him, "Professor Sun, please give me some face and tell me about my junior sister."

"Xiao Yu?" Professor Sun recalled for two seconds, then shook his head, "Your junior sister is very well behaved. The most outrageous thing she has done is probably wanting to resign some time ago, right?"

Song Qingyu felt a little guilty after hearing what he said.

If Professor Sun knew what he did in his previous life, he would probably point at him and scold him for being unreasonable.

Fortunately, nothing has happened yet.

"Oh, Xiaoyu." Professor Sun said seriously, "The teaching and research group has given good feedback on your recent teaching. We are going to change your subject."

Song Qingyu is now talking about the history of Western art, a purely theoretical subject. It sounds high-sounding, but only real art students know that this subject has little technical content.

The subjects that can truly demonstrate one's ability are sketching, oil painting, and other subjects that require actual creation of works on paper.

She is not in a hurry.

How could a rookie like me take on such an important responsibility right away?

"Professor Sun, I can also teach art history." Song Qingyu was not greedy.

"What's okay? How can a student of mine, Sun Wenshan, keep taking this kind of class?" Professor Sun said in an unquestionable tone, "You will go to the watercolor class starting next week. The teacher who taught us watercolor has been ill and hospitalized recently. You will substitute for the class for a month."

Song Qingyu could tell that this was her chance.

She is said to be a substitute teacher for one month, and if the response is good, the teaching and research group will not easily let her go back to teach art history.

This was the springboard given to her by Sun Wenshan himself.

Song Qingyu was deeply moved, "Professor Sun, I will definitely not let you down."

"You are my student. If you can't even do such a small thing, people will laugh at you when they tell others about it." Sun Wenshan didn't care.

"Junior sister, you have very proficient watercolor skills, you can definitely do it." Lin Yixiuan also cheered her up.

Saturday, day off.

It's rare for Shen Shian to get up late.

When I woke up and went downstairs, I saw Jiang Minya sitting on the sofa and calling Song Qingyu to ask about her well-being.

"Xiaoyu, are you getting used to living outside?"

"I dreamt last night that you were cold. Is the quilt not warm enough? Can I bring it to you?"

"Mom still thinks it's good for you to come back and live here..."

Not knowing what Song Qingyu said over there, Jiang Minya sighed and didn't mention asking her to come back to live.

Shen Shian frowned.

Song Qingyu was determined not to come back.

That Lin Yixiuan made her so infatuated?

Jiang Minya continued to care about Song Qingyu, "Is your work going well?"

"If someone bullies you, you must tell mom and dad."

Jiang Minya held the telephone line tightly with her other hand, looking worried, fearing that Song Qingyu was not having enough food or clothes to eat or wear outside.

He seemed to care about her more than his son.

Shen Shian was not jealous. He walked to the dining table with an expressionless face.

The servant brought the prepared breakfast and placed it in front of him.

Orange pumpkin porridge.

Shen Shian stared at the porridge in a daze for a moment.

No one in the family likes to drink sweet porridge, except Song Qingyu.

Ever since she moved in, various kinds of sweet porridge can be seen on the dining table every time.

Before he could make a move, the servant reacted and quickly took it away, "I'm sorry, Master, I forgot that the young lady would not be back today, so I brought the wrong thing."

"Wait a minute." Shen Shian blurted out and called the servant.

The servant turned around with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"No need to trouble you." Under the servant's surprised gaze, Shen Shian used a spoon to put the yellow pumpkin porridge into his mouth.

Very sweet.

She is as sweet as ever, always revolving around me like a piece of taffy that I can't get rid of.

But now, it seems to be easily shaken off.

Shen Shian picked up the bowl, drank all the remaining porridge, stood up and left with a cold expression.

The servant looked at his tall figure and couldn't help feeling a little scared.

The young master looked angry. Was it because he brought the wrong porridge?

When passing the living room, Jiang Min-ya had already hung up the phone.

She called Shen Shian, "Shian, I have packed some clothes in Xiaoyu's room. Please take some time to send them to her school."

"Got it." Shen Shian rarely refused subconsciously.

Seeing how readily he agreed, Jiang Minya muttered, "You little brat, have you changed your ways?"

"What?" Shen Shian didn't hear clearly what she said.

"I told you to take Xiaoyu out to eat something good! Eating in the cafeteria every day will only…"

Upon hearing this, Shen Shian turned and left.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, you little brat!" Jiang Min-ya raised her voice and cursed at his back.

It turns out that we can't count on him.