My Professor Shen

"Sister, I like you." Jiang Ling's eyes darkened, her voice was hoarse and sweet.

The ambiguous words echoed in the enclosed space, Shen Qingchuan's back was slightly stiff, and he had to admit that Jiang Ling had a greater influence on her than Chu Ran's, and she was caught off guard by this straight ball.

Through the rearview mirror of the car, she could clearly see Jiang Ling's affectionate eyes looking straight at her at the moment. The diamond earrings on the earlobe were hidden in the hair, and the outline was deep.

The child did have the confidence to say this, Shen Qingchuan's heart skipped a beat.

"Why, the kid is addicted to acting." After a pause for a few seconds, Shen Qingchuan slightly hooked his red lips, and responded casually.

Although Jiang Ling's seriousness had a strong impact on her, Shen Qingchuan was 12 years older than her after all, and he was considered a seasoned master in love, so he was able to deal with it with ease.

Jiang Ling's face remained unchanged, Shen Qingchuan's reaction seemed to be within her expectation.

"Hehe." The person in the back seat suddenly approached, and Shen Qingchuan's ears were tickled by the warm and wet breath.

A whisper sounded beside her ears, "Sister will come to me again next time." Jiang Ling's lips curled up and she smiled viciously.

"Okay, will it be free next time?" Shen Qingchuan yawned uncontrollably, his eyes were reddish and misty, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes were full of charm.It's strange, I'm not a sleepy person, but Jiang Ling is like a sleeping pill, every time I see it, I want to sleep.

"Of course not." Jiang Ling's sudden pause made Shen Qingchuan a little curious about what she wanted.

"I haven't thought about it yet, tell my sister next time." Jiang Ling's eyes were shining, and she looked extremely beautiful against her delicate little face.

Shen Qingchuan suddenly felt a little inexplicable loss in his heart, this kid has the guts to talk about it for so long.

The gap between the front seats was limited, and Jiang Ling was tall, and the posture of bending over made her feel a little uncomfortable. Just as she was about to back out from the front, a hand as white as jade lifted her chin.

The place where the fingers touched was inexplicably hot, and the hearts of both of them trembled uncontrollably, and the surface was still calm and breezy, and neither of them wanted to be at a disadvantage.

Shen Qingchuan's bright and charming face slowly approached Jiang Ling, as delicate and charming as a rose waiting to be picked.The lips are bright red, and the closer you get, the more you can smell a faint fragrance of rose in the middle and bottom notes, which blends with the bitter fragrance of Jiang Ling's body, which is strange and harmonious.

Jiang Ling's arms propped up in the middle of the seat were slightly sore due to the long-term immobility, and his eyes were bright, inexplicably reminding Shen Qingchuan of some kind of big dog.

"Don't move." Shen Qingchuan deliberately paused, Jiang Ling's fingers curled up, obediently still.

"There's something dirty in my hair." After speaking, Shen Qingchuan waved his hand in front of Jiang Ling's eyes, and he didn't know what he was holding, and quickly retreated to a safe range.

"Thank you." Jiang Ling's throat slipped slightly, thanking him politely.

"Yeah." Shen Qingchuan smiled, the alarm clock sounded on the mobile phone, and the chatting between the two unknowingly delayed a big class.

"Let's go." The next class is "Ancient Architecture and Art", an elective class for Shen Qingchuan's teacher who hasn't come yet.

Jiang Ling nodded, and followed behind Shen Qingchuan step by step.

Shen Qingchuan was the first to walk in the front, and Jiang Ling was five meters away from her. The two had long legs and long hands, one in front of the other, always able to attract attention in various places.

The elective course "Ancient Architecture and Art" is open to all students in the school. Anyone who is interested can take this course.The content of the final exam is to write an architectural appreciation and analysis by yourself, with no limit on the number of words and genres, without the pressure of the exam, which has become the first choice for many students to combine credits.Therefore, there are quite a lot of people scrambling for the class. The place where the class is held is the largest lecture hall, and students from various majors gather together.

In addition to the newly built teaching building behind, Shen Qingchuan is familiar with the roads in the old campus. The class is held in the fourth teaching building, which is also the headquarters of the School of Art. It is located in the center of the school and near the lake. The location is excellent.

It's the rush hour for students again. The closer you get to the teaching building, the more students there are. It's noisy, and even the air is filled with the smell of youth hormones.

House number 10-01 is here. Shen Qingchuan stood still and was about to go in when he saw Jiang Ling following behind.

She didn't pay attention just now, thinking that Jiang Ling had already left, but she didn't expect to follow behind.

"Why don't you go to class? Huh?" Shen Qingchuan's tone rose slightly, with some doubts.

"I'm just going to class, Professor Shen." Jiang Ling raised her chin as a sign, her words joking.After all, this is in a public place, and she is quite respectful of teachers.

Shen Qingchuan was a little surprised. There were at least a few hundred elective courses at the same time every day. It was such a coincidence that Jiang Ling chose her class.

The quaint bell rang, and the hour hand pointed to ten o'clock.Jiangbei University has a long history, and many buildings in the campus have a history as long as a hundred years. The clock tower that has been used to tell the time is one of them.

The two stepped on the spot almost at the same time, and stayed at the door for a few minutes. There was almost no one else in the corridor, and the students in the classroom were all seated neatly.

"I'm not mistaken, that's Jiang Ling?" A girl wearing glasses was pulling at her roommate's new skirt, her face was full of excitement of meeting an idol.

"That's right, who's that next to her, so nice!" The roommate picked up the phone and snapped a few photos, and then posted them on the post bar, "The first day I met Jiang Ling by chance".

"Here! Here!" Xu Lai lowered his voice and waved his hands.

Jiang Ling's eyes searching in the crowd received the signal, and accurately caught Xu Lai's position, and strode over to sit in the empty seat next to him.

Standing on a boxy podium at the front of the classroom, Shen Qingchuan was particularly eye-catching.

"Hi everyone, I am your new substitute teacher. You can call me Mr. Shen." Shen Qingchuan smiled, his gentle voice clearly covered the entire classroom under the action of the loudspeaker, slightly distorted.

Jiang Ling's eyes followed the person in front of the podium, not missing the woman's every move. Shen Qingchuan's appearance at work was completely different from the one when he teased her just now, and he really looked dignified as a teacher.

Shen Qingchuan in this appearance is very charming, Jiang Ling thought.

"Tsk tsk tsk, with such good looks and legs, it's hard to be a teacher." The boy sitting in the front row of Jiang Ling was teasing the companion next to him.

"You like it, fuck it, the teacher-student relationship is exciting enough." The boy smiled lewdly. For them, pretty women are often the talk in the boys' dormitory.

The aura around Jiang Ling suddenly cooled down, and she kicked the boy's seat heavily, making a lot of noise, and everyone looked here curiously.

"Fuck, you're sick..." The boy turned around with his head on the chicken coop, and bumped into Jiang Ling's cold eyes, and the words of Xingshi's questioning got stuck in his throat.

"I really think I'm great." The boy's voice was much lower, and he turned his back and was still whispering.The companion next to him tugged on his cuff, which could be heard from behind, signaling him not to complain.

Shen Qingchuan raised his head and glanced at the movement here, picked up the roll roll that had just been placed in the far corner, and continued to say indifferently: "Since this is my first class, in order to get to know everyone, first roll the roll Come on."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a wail from below, and the quiet classroom became noisy for a while.

Shen Qingchuan saw that most of the people had their heads down, and the light from the screen was particularly obvious on their faces. With their toes, they could tell that they were tipping off those who skipped classes. This was all left over from her playing games when she was studying. .

"Then let's start, Jiang Yi." Shen Qingchuan read out the first name with his red lips slightly parted.

"Here!" The short-haired girl in the first row raised her hand to answer, Shen Qingchuan looked at her for a second, and continued to read the next one.

"Wang Zhiyuan."

"To!"

"..."

The classroom fell silent, and Shen Qingchuan read and memorized a person's face.

"Jiang Ling." Shen Qingchuan turned to the second page of the roster, and saw the major behind the name—the Department of Editing and Directing. It turned out that he was really a kid who was engaged in art.

"Here." Jiang Ling raised her hand, no different from other students.

The two looked at each other across a few rows of classmates, Shen Qingchuan took a look and looked away.

"Zhang Qiang."

"Here!" Shen Qingchuan looked up, but he didn't see anyone raising his hand, but he saw the Jiwotou in front of Jiang Ling keeping his head down, but he didn't know it was even more conspicuous.

"I answered for Lao Zhang, and you can help me later." Jiwotou whispered to the roommate next to him.

"No, I answered just now, and the teacher saw me!" The roommate was a little anxious, afraid of revealing his secrets.

"Then what to do! I..."

"Lin Kaixuan." Shen Qingchuan looked in Jiang Ling's direction, looked at the boy leisurely, and tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically.

After poking at the roommate next to him, there was no movement, Jiwotou took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to raise his head, and replied forcefully: "Here!" No matter what, the momentum must be strong, why would the new teacher pay attention to him, as long as he pretended Like enough, no one can find it.

Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows, dropped the pen that was spinning in his hand, and bursts of ear-piercing electric sounds came out from the vicissitudes of life microphone.

"Student Zhang Qiang, how can you answer for the classmate who skipped class?" Shen Qingchuan smiled, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Teacher, I am..." Lin Kaixuan wanted to explain that he was not Zhang Qiang but was interrupted by Shen Qingchuan again, not giving him a chance to breathe.

"Lin Kaixuan skipped class and usually failed his grades. Because of Zhang Qiang's good intentions, we won't deal with it this time. Sit down." Shen Qingchuan immediately read the name of the next person.

"Damn it, so many truant helpers answered that it's all right, this teacher isn't targeting me, is it?" Lin Kaixuan's head was full of blue veins.

Anyone who gets their grades deducted will not be in a good mood. Those who come for mixed credits like them will have a high probability of failing at the end of the course.

"It's not possible." The roommate next to him comforted.

"You were really cowardly just now. If you fell in love with us, maybe I won't suffer." Lin Kaixuan complained about his roommate's lack of loyalty.

The roommate knew he was wrong, so he murmured a few times and stopped talking.

Jiang Ling's eyes were slightly warm, and Professor Shen, who avenged his personal revenge, was a little cute.

"Okay, let's start class now." Shen Qingchuan closed the roster, looked around the whole classroom again, and began to write on the blackboard.