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

The clean white window screens fluttered in the classroom, the phonograph in the corner played the piano piece "Swan Lake", and there were more than a dozen easels, and the silhouette of a ballerina girl was on the semi-dry canvas.

Before Shen Qingchuan could react, a pair of jade-like hands with distinct joints pushed him away, and his figure staggered back two steps before standing still.

Leng Qiudu quickly walked out of the classroom without looking sideways, without looking at Shen Qingchuan.

Shen Qingchuan was also at a loss, and then thought that he broke into the classroom without knocking on the door, and accidentally bumped into this classmate changing clothes, which was still a tutu, which was considered rude.

That classmate is extremely handsome and gentle, with a white face and black brows, making people think of stones like jade and pine trees like emerald.Even if he was wearing a simple old linen robe, his elegance would not be compromised.

Shen Qingchuan also carefully noticed that there were still a few patches sewn on the corners of that classmate's robe, thinking that he took off the dance skirt with a cold face, he must have come to be a model for some reason.

The bell is ringing, it's time for class! !

Shen Qingchuan returned to the classroom of the Chinese Department by the same route.

The old gentleman who taught the class wrote half a line of chalk on the blackboard, and there was a knock on the door, and the old gentleman raised his reading glasses to take a look.

There was a modern nobleman standing at the door of the classroom, panting. The old gentleman thought he was a dude who came to find a female student. Not long ago, a rich young man boldly hung a banner on a high-rise campus and openly showed his love to a female student. He suggested to the principal that he must The gate guards should be strictly guarded, and no teachers, students or students who are not from the school are allowed to enter.

The old man thought that Shen Qingchuan was a son of a rich family who secretly sneaked into Cornell University, and was about to scold him loudly.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Are you a student of this school? What's your name?"

"Shen Qingchuan."

The old man took the name book and scanned the names one by one, but there was no such name.

Several female students sitting in the front row hurriedly said, "Teacher, he is a new student today, Mr. Zhang led him in."

The old man thought that this was the first time Shen Qingchuan was late, and said awkwardly, "Go back to your seat and sit down, don't be late next time."

Shen Qingchuan looked at the seat, only to realize that his original vacant seat by the window had been taken up by someone, and the one sitting there was not the same classmate he met before?

Books can only be picked up at the Academic Affairs Office after this class is over.

"Student Leng, don't you mind reading the same book together?" Shen Qingchuan saw the words Leng Qiudu written on the cover of the book. The handwriting was beautiful and long, piercing through the back of the paper.

It turns out that his name is Leng Qiudu, he really lives up to his name, a stern and elegant man.

Leng Qiudu pursed his thin lips, he didn't expect that Shen Qingchuan was really a student of Kang University, and now he became his deskmate.

He nodded slightly, probably agreeing, and allowed Shen Qingchuan to lean over and watch together.

The book is no more than three palms wide for an adult, and the two of them were very close, Leng Qiudu could smell the faint scent of clean soap next to him, and the heat from the clothes made him straighten his back.

Leng Qiudu doesn't like to get too close to others, but his face is stern and doesn't show any repulsion.

"Naiqinglan Road, Sugui Garden, Tengchu Hanshan, Migai Qiuban..." Shen Qingchuan followed the content of the old gentleman's lecture and read in a low voice.

The notes on the pages of the book are densely packed with small print. It can be seen that the person who took the notes is very serious and has his own unique insights into the content of the book.

The slightly red fingertips accidentally touched the back of Leng Qiudu's hand. Leng Qiudu stared at that hand, and saw that it was the hand of a pampered and pampered nobleman. .

The heat that came over, like a ball of feathers, filled Leng Qiudu's heart and made his throat itchy.

"Ling Gao Qin Zhi Xi Wen, listening to Shuo Guan Zhi Qiu Yin. So Xian Tong practiced... Leng, what's wrong?" Shen Qingchuan raised his eyes and saw Leng Qiudu frowning slightly, thinking that he was uncomfortable , asked with concern.

"It's okay." Leng Qiudu moved his hand away, put it under the table, and said coldly.

The window screens of the classroom are floated by the summer wind and poured into the classroom, bringing wisps of coolness.Shen Qingchuan slightly raised his smiling lips towards Leng Qiudu, his eyes were as clear as a spring, washing away the sultry heat in his heart.

Shen Qingchuan seemed to feel that Leng Qiudu was no longer the same as before, and he exuded coldness all over his body, pointing to the words in the book and asking him some questions.

"So that's how it is. Qiudu, you are really a literary genius." Shen Qingchuan said with a light smile.

Leng Qiudu snorted softly, and said lightly, "You will understand after reading it twice."

Leng Qiudu's words sound a bit arrogant, if he can really understand it after reading it twice, why invite a master of Chinese studies to explain this class.

When Shen Qingchuan asked some questions later, although Leng Qiudu had a cold face, he patiently explained them to him one by one, and even lent Shen Qingchuan the detailed notes he had made.

It wasn't until after class that some students called Shen Qingchuan at the door of the classroom to go to the Academic Affairs Office to collect textbooks, and the harmonious atmosphere of students discussing knowledge stopped.

Coming out of the Academic Affairs Office, Shen Qingchuan was holding a few books and a set of Zhongshan suits. The Zhongshan suits were pinned with the school badge of Cornell University. payable.

The monthly expenditure of an ordinary family is about two oceans. Cornell University does not require every student to buy school uniforms.

Shen Qingchuan walked to the classroom and found a circle of people blocking the door.

"You are just the son of a whore, so you are worthy of the love of classmate Mu Yin? Cornell University is not a place to hide filth, so I advise you to drop out!" Sun Demao said proudly, he chased after Mu Yin, a classmate of the oil painting department for a long time, learned today that Leng Qiudu was invited to be a mannequin.

Mu Yin had a slight liking for Leng Qiudu, if they were together day and night, and the two fell in love for a long time, wouldn't he have no chance.

So Sun Demao brought the three dandies who were with him, came with a bucket of water, surrounded Leng Qiudu, and broke the news that he didn't know where he dug it up - Leng Qiudu was the son of a prostitute, and came to attack him.

Sure enough, when he said this, the students around him cast strange glances at Leng Qiudu.

Leng Qiudu, who was poured with a bucket of water, was completely soaked, and his dusty robe was wet, like a piece of rag hanging on his body.He clenched his fists tightly, with bulging veins on the back of his hands, and the gaze he looked at Sun Demao was like turbid ink, like an abyss without light.

"It turns out that he is the son of..., no wonder he is lonely and silent in school." The female student was embarrassed to say those two indecent words.

"Yes, he also eats lunch alone."

"I've never seen it before. His family has been to the school."

The students around were talking in low voices. Ten minutes ago, they were still upset that Sun Demao was bullying him too hard. When the news broke, they stopped walking.

"I heard that hyenas like to be in groups, and they will howl when they encounter animals stronger than them. When I saw them today, it was as expected." Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows slightly and mocked.

As soon as these words came out, it reminded people of Zhang Mingzun's poisonous tongue, even worse than that!

There was a sudden silence around, making way for Shen Qingchuan. Most of the students were ordinary students, watching the two young masters confront each other.

Sun Demao is the nephew of the Director of Education. He is not a student of Kangda University, but he can enter and leave Kangda University at will.The other is Shen Qingchuan from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature. He heard from the teacher that he was a foreign student recommended by Father John. He was dressed in a modern and luxurious style. I thought he was an elegant nobleman, but now it seems that he is not easy to mess with.

"Who are you?" Sun Demao glanced up and down, a modern young man with an outstanding appearance.

Turning his turbid eyes, thinking of Leng Qiudu playing a ballet girl in the oil painting classroom, he laughed and surmised maliciously, "Could it be Leng Qiudu's benefactor!"

The three dudes next to him laughed coquettishly, and Sun Demao walked up to Shen Qingchuan, "What? Are you going to protect him?"

"What's wrong with guarding?" Shen Qingchuan cast a provocative glance, as if what he saw was a humble, fat-headed dog.

Sun Demao was stimulated, stretched out his fist and swung it, Shen Qingchuan held it with one hand, clamped Sun Demao's hand and raised it up, clenched his right hand and quickly swung towards his abdomen.

Sun Demao was punched, his body took a few steps back, and hit the table behind him.

"You're barking, it sounds really loud." Shen Qingchuan unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and his sleeves were half rolled up.

He has always disliked arguing with others, he either keeps silent or fights, and sometimes he doesn't have that much patience with others.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyelids, Qingjun's brows were sharp, and he casually walked to Leng Qiudu's side, making it clear that this tablemate was under his protection.