My Professor Shen

This was the first time Jiang Ling saw Shen Qingchuan writing. With the rapid development of technology today, blackboard writing has long become a luxury, let alone appearing in university classrooms.

It is said that her writing is like a person, and her writing is full of character, but Shen Qingchuan's appearance is completely different from the intuitive feeling of her writing.

The big characters of "Ancient Architecture and Art" are vigorous and majestic, and the flowing calligraphy in one hand seems to be very solid, not like a young female teacher can write it.

"The main body of ancient buildings is wooden structures." From a distance of two meters, Shen Qingchuan accurately threw chalk into the cardboard box on the desk.

The fingertips were covered with a thin layer of white dust, and the Tyndall effect was particularly obvious under the projected light beam. Shen Qingchuan frowned in distaste. What age is this, and the school is still using this old-fashioned chalk? .

The blackboard was divided into four pieces, and Professor Shen pushed the first written piece of writing on the blackboard to the top so that students in every corner of the classroom could see it.

"The upturned wing angle is one of the remarkable features of the roof of ancient buildings." Professor Shen's voice was amplified several times through a loudspeaker.

On the wide white curtain, several pictures appear side by side, all of which are taken from the upward angle. The tail of the eaves is raised upwards, showing the tendency of birds spreading their wings. The blue tiles and cornices belong to typical classical buildings.

Shen Qingchuan quickly glanced at the absent-minded students below, chatting and playing with mobile phones, they really performed their own duties, which can be seen from the status of Jiangbei University's elective courses.

"Is there any classmate who can describe it properly." After Shen Qingchuan said this, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense, and the students all buried their heads like ostriches, as if such bad luck would not befall them.

The thin paper of the roster was constantly being flipped, and the fingertips slid across the names one after another, and finally stopped on the second page.

"Jiang Ling." Shen Qingchuan's cold voice penetrated the entire classroom, and the students breathed a sigh of relief, but then all their eyes focused on the man of the hour.

"Skin like a bird, fly like a bird." Jiang Ling stood up with a calm expression, without any panic or embarrassment at being called.

"What is she talking about?" The boy from the science and engineering department scratched his head as if he was listening to a book from heaven, but he couldn't understand Jiang Ling's meaning at all.

"Oh, you don't understand, you are so knowledgeable, you are indeed my goddess." The boy's girlfriend's eyes were full of admiration.As a major in Chinese language, she naturally knows that this sentence comes from "The Book of Songs Xiaoya Sigan", which is generally used to describe palace buildings as flying birds.

Shen Qingchuan nodded in satisfaction, seeing the commotion in the classroom, an inexplicable sense of pride rose in his heart.

"En." Shen Qingchuan gestured for Jiang Ling to sit down.I have to say that Jiang Ling's name is really useful, let's see if the students below can concentrate at once.

"Pretend to be aggressive." Because of the festival just now, Lin Kaixuan saw that Jiang Ling was particularly unpleasant, and his tone was mocking.

The voice was neither loud nor low, just enough for Shen Qingchuan to hear clearly.

Shen Qingchuan's face darkened, and he said calmly: "The students in front answer, what are the other distinctive features of classical architecture?"

Lin Kaixuan looked left and right, and realized that Shen Qingchuan was calling him, and the cold sweat on his back suddenly protruded densely.

He was silent for a long time, and the people around began to look at him and whisper, with sympathy in their eyes, but Shen Qingchuan's voice asking him to sit down was not heard for a long time.

"Teacher...I...I don't know." He answered bravely.

"Listen carefully to the class and sit down." Shen Qingchuan glanced at him lightly.

As soon as this sentence was finished, Lin Kaixuan slumped on the seat, took a few deep breaths, and did not dare to look up at Shen Qingchuan's eyes.

"Sister, cow." Xu Lai gave a thumbs up in admiration. Apart from the two parties involved, she, as the only person on the scene who knew the inside story, said that she almost fainted from knocking CP at close range, okay!

Jiang Ling smiled lightly, her eyes were full of warmth, and her eyes followed the figure on the podium.

Suddenly, the voice on the podium suddenly became quieter, and the ear-piercing noise of the electric current sizzled and hurt people's eardrums.In this classroom, the oldest ones are the obsolete teaching equipment, which have not been repaired and updated for a long time. I did not expect that something went wrong at this juncture.

Shen Qingchuan unplugged the power of the microphone, and without the blessing of the microphone, the voice of the lecture was much lower, so she had no choice but to increase her volume and reluctantly continue the lecture.

Jiang Ling rubbed her fingertips lightly, and listened to the whole class absent-mindedly.

Shen Qingchuan let out a long sigh of relief when the ancient bell of the bell tower rang.

"get out of class is over." There was a slight pain in her throat, she swallowed, and barely moistened her throat, feeling much more comfortable.

In just one minute, all the students who were full had left, and the noisy classroom suddenly became empty.

Shen Qingchuan bent down and lowered his head to sort out the handouts on the desk, a shadow blocked the light above his head.

"Why don't you leave?" She looked up at Jiang Ling in surprise, her voice was hoarse from tiredness.

"I'm waiting for you." Jiang Ling held the documents on the table in one hand and Shen Qingchuan's bag in the other, quietly standing in front of the podium and waiting.

Shen Qingchuan was startled, she couldn't understand the child's behavior.They never deliberately mentioned the first time to each other, and she tacitly thought that they were an ordinary teacher-student relationship when they arrived at school.She thinks this is the consensus between them, but Jiang Ling's current performance is far more than that.

Shen Qingchuan's eyes turned cold, and he said with a half-smile: "What are you waiting for me?"

Jiang Ling was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect such an answer, her eyes were reddish but she was smiling, with a bit of bitterness in her smile, she murmured: "Then I'll go first."

A bullied and wronged appearance appearing on Jiang Ling's cold face is not against harmony, on the contrary, it is even more pitiful, which is more deterrent than shedding tears directly.

Shen Qingchuan's heart softened, he paused for a few seconds, and eased his tone, "Hey, let's go." Even she herself didn't realize the subtle connivance in her tone.

Jiang Ling followed silently, her fingers tightening slightly while holding the document, and her amber eyes shone slightly.

The two were the same as when they came, one in front of the other, silent.

"Let's go here." Shen Qingchuan took the bag and materials from Jiang Ling's hand and put them in the back seat, her throat was so dry that she didn't want to talk much now.

"I figured it out." Jiang Ling blocked the car door with bright eyes.

Shen Qingchuan paused as he closed the door, and said helplessly, "What did you think of?"

Shen Qingchuan has always been patient with Jiang Ling, and she attributes this to more than one teacher-student relationship.

"I've already thought about the reward my sister promised me." After carefully distinguishing, Shen Qingchuan didn't know if it was an illusion, but Shen Qingchuan heard the meaning of being coquettish, like a child begging for a lollipop.

"Okay, tell me." Shen Qingchuan cast a sideways glance at her, and followed her words.

"Why not." Jiang Ling paused, then stood up straighter, "Sister, please invite me to lunch."

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"Alley", as the name suggests, is hidden deep in the alley and hidden in the city. Jiang Ling heard that it is a private restaurant that has become very popular recently.

After a while of twists and turns, the signboard of "Alley" suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, the hustle and bustle of the imperial city center was isolated, and the tranquility in the noisy was achieved to the extreme.

With blue bricks and glazed tiles, a winding path leads to a secluded place, and a simple wooden door is lightly hidden.I don't know where to find the door. The yellow-brown wooden door is mottled with black nicks, which don't look like old marks.

Even Lu Linshen didn't know that in her spare time, she likes to search for food everywhere, which is one of the few hobbies.

The screen with a height of one person is covered with the famous Shu embroidery, and the unique double-sided embroidery technique is exquisite.The small table in the independent space prevents guests from spying on each other, and the privacy is excellent. It is a good place for chatting.

"Whatever you want to eat, order whatever you want." Shen Qingchuan threw the menu to Jiang Ling, raised his eyebrows slightly, looking proud like a rich man.

"Boiled cabbage, fish-flavored shredded pork, mapo tofu, and boiled pork slices, let's start with these." Jiang Ling didn't look at the menu, took a sip of tea, and skillfully reported the name of the dish.

The waiter was wearing a characteristic long cheongsam, with a standard toothy smile, and said in a warm voice: "Okay."

Shen Qingchuan was a little surprised. Her taste was not as bland as the locals, but she preferred the excitement and spiciness of Sichuan cuisine. She didn't expect Jiang Ling to order Sichuan cuisine this time. I don't know if she hit it by mistake or on purpose.

Jiang Ling sat by the window, her eyes were calm, she let go of the teacup she had been holding tightly, and took out a small square box from her bag.

"Huh? For me?" Shen Qingchuan asked doubtfully.

"Yeah." Jiang Ling looked sideways out of the window, her cheeks were stained with a faint blush.

She pushed the box towards Shen Qingchuan, "This is a throat lozenge, it is very effective for uncomfortable throat."

Cannibalism is short-sighted and soft-handed, especially Shen Qingchuan, who doesn't want to get too entangled with her, doesn't want to accept such kindness, she is afraid of giving Jiang Ling the illusion that it is unrealistic.

"Sister." A pair of eyes looked at her sadly, and Shen Qingchuan seemed to see the little tail drooping behind her.

Shen Qingchuan raised his forehead, is this the charm of young people?

"Just as if I bought it." She took out her mobile phone and wanted to transfer the money, but she had to say that the child's gift was exactly what she wanted.

"Okay, let's transfer the money through WeChat." Jiang Ling didn't refuse, and directly opened her QR code.

Shen Qingchuan froze for a moment, and didn't want to pierce the child's superficial little thoughts, so he scanned her QR code neatly.

What jumped out was a pure black profile picture, and the nickname was a period, well, it fit Jiang Ling's temperament very well.

"Ahem." Jiang Ling choked on the unswallowed tea.

On the screen of her mobile phone, the profile picture of her new friend is a bright red lotus flower, with four large characters "peace of mind" written on it, which is very similar to the profile picture used by a 50-year-old middle-aged woman in the circle of friends. She wonders if this is Shen Qing Chuan was perfunctory with other people.

Sensing Jiang Ling's surprise, Shen Qingchuan said solemnly, "Isn't it good-looking?" His fingers secretly dug out holes in the tablecloth.

She almost forgot that this was the avatar of her best friend that Lu Linshen pulled her to change after she came back. Hers was "peace of mind" and Lu Linshen's was "all four are empty".

What Jiang Ling didn't know was that Shen Qingchuan was a person who had a clear distinction between work and personal. She had two WeChat accounts every day, and the one she added just now was a private account. There were only a few people on it, including Fa Xiaolu Lin. deep.