The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The mist is like a white gauze, tied in the ginkgo forest, hazy, with the branches and leaves looming.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes were half-closed, and he yawned. He got up to wash, ate breakfast in twos and twos, and went upstairs to change clothes. The hem of the white shirt was tied into the dark brown trousers, the waist was tied with a leather belt, and the well-made patent leather shoes were covered with The servant wiped it brightly, and there was a rattling sound at the stairway when going downstairs.

Butler Liang Bo and the driver were waiting at the gate of the yard for a long time.In the early morning in the south, the mist is thick, and the young man with a tall and straight figure is walking forward, his figure drags the mist, and the spring tide like melting snow fades away.

"Third young master ~ Cornell University is an hour's journey away, Lao Wang knows the way, let Lao Wang see you off." Butler Liang Bo helped Shen Qingchuan open the car door.

"Uncle Liang, you go back!" Shen Qingchuan said with some embarrassment. Uncle Liang, the housekeeper, took good care of him. Knowing that he was going to report to Cornell University early in the morning, he specially got up early and told the cook to prepare breakfast for him, and then sent him off. The driver is also well arranged.

Uncle Liang asked the driver, Lao Wang, to send the third young master to Cornell University safely, but the third young master went out several times in Bohai City, and there were some minor accidents, so he was really worried.

The car started and drove slowly. Shen Qingchuan sat in the back seat of the car and waved goodbye to Uncle Liang.

The golden wheel protruded from the clouds, wisps of sunlight gradually dispelled the mist, and the slightly messy black hair on Shen Qingchuan's forehead was also evaporated from the moisture, and the sunlight fell on the dark red lips covered in mist.

The driver, Old Wang, saw Third Young Master Shen's tired face through the rearview mirror, and asked, "Master Third, do you want to sleep for a while, and I'll call you when we arrive."

Shen Qingchuan shook his head, said with a light smile, "No need."

In order to relieve Shen Qingchuan from his fatigue, the driver, Lao Wang, introduced to him the famous scenic buildings on the side of the road. For example, the most famous one in Chunhua Street is the Tianxiang Theater.There are railway tracks on this road, and you can go directly to Cornell University by tram, but the speed of the tram is relatively slow, and it often creaks when driving, and it is also called the clang car.

Shen Qingchuan listened with gusto, and didn't feel bored along the way.

When we arrived at the gate of Cornell University, it was already close to 9 o'clock.

The students had already gone to class, and the iron bars at the school gate were tightly locked. Only an old gentleman with gray hair on his temples and the uncle of the doorman were confronting each other at the gate.

Cornell University stipulates that teachers and students must wear school badges when entering and leaving the school gate. Not only does Du Zhang Mingzun not wear them, but he is often late. If the guards who are familiar with him would have let him in, to avoid disputes and get sprayed with poison language.

Unfortunately, the guard on duty today is a newcomer. He glanced suspiciously at the nearly fifty-year-old man, and saw that he was not neatly dressed, with a few patches sewn on the corner of his robe, his hair was messed up, and his unkempt appearance did not look like a professor.

"You didn't wear a school badge? Then hand over your business card, and I'll take it to the principal for confirmation, otherwise how can you prove that you are a professor here?" Normally, the gate guards are not strict in checking, and most of the people who enter and leave the school gate are gentle and well-mannered. Tangtang, how could he be so profane as this person in front of him.

Seeing that the guard refused to let him in, Zhang Mingzun stiffened his neck and said angrily, "I am the business card myself, so take it from me if you have the ability."

Shen Qingchuan watched from the side for a while, and saw that the two were frozen. The bell for the second class rang five minutes later, and there was no one else at the school gate except the three of them.

"Uncle, why do you have to fight here? This gentleman is teaching here, and there must be teachers and students he knows. You can just bring someone over and you will be able to identify them." Shen Qingchuan said to the guard.

"Who are you?" Zhang Mingzun was angry, and he snorted twice from his nostrils, with a bad tone.

"I'm a student at Cornell University." Shen Qingchuan's tone was still gentle, his face showing no signs of worry.

"Which professor are you a student of? The class bell rang, and you were still hanging around the school gate... The teacher's style is not right, I should have a good talk with your teacher..." Zhang Mingzun lost his temper.

But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Tao Ji, the president of Cornell University, who had parted hair in the middle and was wearing a suit. He heard that there was trouble at the school gate, so he hurried over.

Looking at the thin figure, it was indeed Zhang Mingzun.Although Zhang Mingzun has a weird temper, likes to swear, and has a domineering style, he is top-notch academically and attracts many students to Cornell University every year. Many students apply for Cornell University just because of his fame.

Zhang Mingzun is famous for his Chinese studies, Sheng Hai Nei, and he is also famous for his scolding.

Principal Tao Ji stepped forward to coax Zhang Mingzun with good words, until Zhang Mingzun lost his temper, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat off his chubby face.

Only then did he see a young man standing next to the school gate, with a handsome appearance like a magazine model, Tao Ji said, "Who are you?"

"This is a letter of recommendation written by Father John. I am Shen Qingchuan, and I am here to report on admission." Shen Qingchuan took out a neatly folded envelope from his pocket and handed it to the chubby principal Tao Ji.

Ten lines at a glance, after reading the letter, Principal Tao Ji slapped his thigh with his palm, "Coincidentally, from the Chinese Department. Mingzun, this is your new student, and the third period happens to be your class, so you can take him to the classroom by the way." Bar."

Shen Qingchuan was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect that this hot-tempered old gentleman was a professor of Chinese.

Zhang Mingzun led Shen Qingchuan down the corridor, and told Shen Qingchuan that it was not easy to be his disciple, and Shen Qingchuan hadn't figured it out yet.

Suddenly Zhang Mingzun saw a person shouting, "You two are crazy."

His figure jumped up, trying to hide in front of his Qian Fengzhou, and said, "Second maniac, I heard that you have recruited a student with excellent aptitude, why didn't you tell me?"

Qian Fengzhou had a bitter face. He recently took in a new disciple named Leng Qiudu. He comes from a poor family and has a dull temper.

He had learned from the past, so he didn't dare to tell Zhang Mingzun, because he was afraid that Zhang Mingzun's poisonous mouth would spew out poison and hit his disciples, and he would be so depressed from then on that he wanted to quit.

Qian Fengzhou laughed, and seeing the young man with a clear face standing beside him, he said to Zhang Mingzun, "This must be the foreign student recommended by Father John, the headmaster mentioned last week that he wants to study abroad, Mingzun, you are the third quarter." It's time for class, and you haven't brought him to the classroom yet."

Zhang Mingzun was willing to let him go after Qian Fengzhou promised a bottle of rice wine. He led Shen Qingchuan into the classroom. There were half male and female students in the classroom. Knee-length skirts.

Seeing Professor Zhang leading a tall young man, he was amazed by that young man's face, all the eyes of the classroom turned to Shen Qingchuan, when did Bohai City come out, such a handsome and bright person.

Shen Qingchuan was arranged by Zhang Mingzun to sit at the empty table in the last row. There were two empty seats at the long wooden table. Shen Qingchuan chose a seat by the window and sat down. He borrowed a book from a female student at the front table. The female student blushed slightly and handed it over. Read a book at the same table.

Shen Qingchuan saw that Zhang Mingzun put his hands behind his back when he was giving a lecture, he didn't look through textbooks, and he didn't have any lecture notes or lesson plans, but he talked about literature and poetry, quoted scriptures and classics, and spoke clearly.

Shen Qingchuan felt that what Zhang Mingzun said had different meanings and benefited him a lot, but his thinking was too jumpy, and the students next to him were confused and confused.

After half a class, Zhang Mingzun talked about a key point, suddenly stopped and stopped talking, and said mysteriously, "Here is a secret. I can't tell it with Kangda's meager salary. If you want me to tell it, you You have to buy me another drink."

After speaking, he walked out of the classroom and left.Shen Qingchuan couldn't help sighing in his heart that this professor is really conceited and arrogant.

There was a two-hour lunch break, Shen Qingchuan finished his lunch in the school cafeteria, and wandered around boredly.

Cornell University used to be a church. Its architecture has Chinese and Western styles. There are marble pillars inside and outside the teaching building on the west side. The windows are inlaid with colorful glass. There are reliefs and flower patterns on the bell tower. Philosophy and more.To the east are blue tiles and white walls, brick-carved gatehouses, exposed tile windows, and cornices of wooden buildings. The subjects taught are Chinese literature or Neo-Confucianism and so on.

Shen Qingchuan followed the stone path, passed through the small arches in the bamboo forest, and walked through the cornice verandah, and came to a classroom. There were female students in the corridor, in twos and threes, with knee-length black skirts, their skirts were slightly raised, and their faces were full of youthfulness. vitality.

Suddenly hearing the clear and crisp sound of the piano, it flows like water, dispelling the anguish of the scorching sun and calming down the heart.

Shen Qingchuan followed the sound of the piano to the door of a classroom at the end of the aisle. The door was half closed, leaving a narrow gap, and he gently pushed the door open with his hand.

The short-haired girl standing by the curtains, the penetrating sunlight fell through the screens on his white jade back, the graceful nape of the neck was like a white swan, the tutu on his body was like wings, his legs were slender and strong, and he stepped on bare feet. on the floor.

Shen Qingchuan thought he bumped into a female student changing clothes by accident, backed up a few steps in a panic, and touched the table. The wooden table legs dragged the smooth marble floor, making a harsh sound, breaking the phonograph's music.

The girl stopped pulling the back chain of her tutu, turned around, and found the young man with a blushing face in a panic.

"Are you a man?" Shen Qingchuan was surprised to see that the girl who turned around was a handsome and gentle man.

No wonder he looked at this figure, although he had a narrow waist and long legs, his figure seemed to be a bit bigger than ordinary girls.

The man ignored Shen Qingchuan, and continued to change his clothes. He put on a light gray robe, which was dusty. Fortunately, he has a handsome face. Now he is a gentle student, as if the girl who looked like a white swan just now was in the sun. hallucinations.

Leng Qiudu saw that the young man was still standing there in a daze, like a precious crabapple flower on the corner of the wall, with the appearance of a pampered modern rich young man.The young man's eyes were as clear and bright as spring snow, and he didn't despise or find it weird. If other people saw him wearing revealing clothes and pretending to be a ballerina dancer, they would have laughed at him for being a rabbit.

Leng Qiudu thought of the recent cold-eyed and sarcastic comments made by wealthy classmates behind his back, his complexion was covered with autumn frost, and the air-conditioning was wanton.

Presumably the young man in front of him is rich and young, and he has seen even more absurd things, so he won't be surprised by it.

If it weren't for the difficulty in studying, he agreed to be a "female" model for a month with the oil painting teacher for the work-study program.The oil painting department is a new subject at Cornell University. The oil painting teacher teaches students to paint ballet girls, but suffers from the lack of models. The female students are conservative and do not wear tutus, so they have to invite handsome male students to be models.

Leng Qiudu regarded Shen Qingchuan as a wealthy young man who came to hang out at the school, and said coldly, "Get out of the way, you are blocking the door."