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

She doesn't want to be Jiang Min-ya's daughter-in-law in this life, so she should just concentrate on being a good daughter.

Song Qingyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, hung her clothes one by one in the closet, and sat at her desk to continue studying with full energy.

on Monday.

Song Qingyu did not go to the art history department for class, but went to the teaching building in the opposite direction.

The students in classroom 301 are already seated.

Unlike the art history classroom, this department may not look large, but its professionalism is unmatched by that of art history.

Students sit in a circle with drawing boards in front of them. There is an empty space in the middle of the classroom for lectures or models.

Song Qingyu looked at the textbook in his hand and walked into the classroom when the bell rang.

Less than twenty students looked up at Song Qingyu at the same time.

Song Qingyu briefly introduced herself and began the professional course she had prepared.

She explained it in simple and easy-to-understand language and demonstrated the techniques directly.

The students quickly became absorbed in her classes and asked questions actively.

The time of a class passed quickly.

When the time came, Song Qingyu announced the end of get out of class and left with a smile.

That evening, a post appeared on the campus network.

"Song Qingyu, our art teacher, is beautiful and good at painting. Is she going to let us live?"

A post that was ostensibly an accusation but was actually an exclamation went viral, and many people clicked on it to read it.

Ning Yueqi, who was lying in the bedroom, was no exception.

When her roommates were chattering about how superior Song Qingyu's profile was, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

Because of the bed curtains, her roommate did not see the irritability and gloom in her eyes.

She looked at the photo in the post on the campus network. Song Qingyu only showed his side profile, but he was able to captivate these students.

Just scroll down and you won't find many normal comments.

It’s true that Song Qingyu can always catch up with any good thing.

She is only half-baked, how can she teach in a professional department like watercolor?

If she said she didn't use any connections, Ning Yueqi would never believe it.

We are all human beings, but why is it that Song Qingyu is so glamorous and beautiful? All she has to do is call "Mom and Dad" and someone will prepare everything and send it to her.

Whatever she wants, she needs to work countless times harder than others to get it.

You can't count on anyone at all.

Ning Yueqi's face became increasingly gloomy. She stared at the small program on the campus network and suddenly laughed.

Half an hour later, a post also about Song Qingyu became popular.

But the content of the post is completely opposite to the previous one.

"Shocking! The beautiful assistant professor of the Art Department is actually being kept by someone outside the school!"

The content of the post was that Song Qingyu was being kept by someone outside the school, picked up by various luxury cars, and taken to various high-end occasions.

The campus network crashed.

I didn't expect that Song Qingyu, who looks cold and arrogant, is actually kept by a man!

The comment section of the explosive post was instantly flooded with comments.

[How shameless! How can such a person teach? ]

[It's a complete disgrace to our school.]

[Art students stand up and speak up, this is your goddess? It makes me laugh to death. ]

[How much does it cost per night? 】

[So disgusting! ]

[Does the school care about this? ? ? ! ! ! ]

The campus network was in an uproar and full of curses.

Song Qingyu is preparing lessons in the rental house. She has another class tomorrow and she needs to explain some techniques to the students.

The cell phone kept ringing in the living room. Song Qingyu put down her paintbrush, walked into the living room, and picked up the vibrating cell phone.

The caller ID showed Lin Yixuan's name.

Brother, do you have something so urgent to discuss with me?

Song Qingyu swiped to answer the call.

Lin Yixuan's anxious voice came from the receiver immediately, "Xiao Yu, don't look at the campus network now."

Sure enough, something happened.

But what can happen to the campus network?

"What happened?" Song Qingyu asked softly.

She couldn't find anything in her memory that happened at this time in her previous life that was related to the campus network.

Hearing her confused tone, Lin Yixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Nothing. I don't know who was bored enough to spread rumors on the campus website. Don't take it to heart. I have already contacted the management office and it should be deleted soon."

If there was really nothing, Lin Yixuan would not have called me so late.

Song Qingyu agreed verbally, but still opened the campus network after hanging up the phone.

Posts on the campus network were sorted by popularity. When she clicked on it, she saw the very explosive headline on the homepage.

Support?

Song Qingyu frowned, his eyes fell on those photos, and he suddenly felt that they looked familiar.

After zooming in, Song Qingyu was so angry that she laughed.

Those so-called luxury cars are all Shen family’s cars!

If I remember correctly, the driver should also be Shen Shian.

However, she and Shen Shian had been hanging out together for half a year.

Who was so bored that he started taking secret photos of her half a year ago?

Song Qingyu casually scrolled through the comments and found that the situation seemed more serious than he had imagined.

The students who believed that she had tarnished the reputation of Qinghe University were voicing their opinions and were threatening to jointly report her to the school and ask it to cancel her courses.

She was even expelled from Qinghe University.

The corners of Song Qingyu's lips were tense, and she felt a little awkward.

In the blink of an eye, the phone screen suddenly turned white.

Song Qingyu thought her phone was stuck, so after logging out and logging back in, she found that she couldn't find the post.

It seems that the post has been deleted by the administrator.

I thought the matter would be resolved like this, but the next morning, Song Qingyu woke up and saw sixteen missed calls on his phone.

Eight of them are from teacher Sun Wenshan.

Song Qingyu didn't dare to delay and immediately called the professor.

After the call was connected, she immediately apologized, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I have caused you trouble."

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Sun Wenshan's voice sounded full of energy.

Song Qingyu felt much more relieved.

"Don't take those nonsense on the Internet to heart, just go to class as usual." Sun Wenshan is older and has seen a lot of ups and downs. "There's no need to affect your work because of such a small matter."

"I understand, teacher." Song Qingyu responded.

Even if he didn't tell me, I would go to class.

Bowing to evil forces proves that you are guilty.

She did nothing wrong, so why should she give in?

After finishing the call with Sun Wenshan, Song Qingyu washed up, picked up the lesson plan, and went out to school without any hesitation.

Along the way, Song Qingyu could clearly feel that many people were looking at him.

Song Qingyu's steps remained firm.

After finding classroom 301 with ease, Song Qingyu discovered that the door was closed.

There is wind in the corridor in summer, and it is common for students to close the door for fear that their drawings will be blown away.

Song Qingyu went forward and pushed the door, only to find that it was locked.

She didn't try a second pull.

It’s easy to tell what the students are thinking when their teacher is locked out of the room.

They refused to teach the classes themselves.

Song Qingyu looked quietly at the students sitting inside with their heads down through the glass.

She raised her hand and knocked on the window.

Everyone looked up.

"This is self-study."