Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

There were still 10 minutes left before class started. Jin Chen and Lin Yu were chatting, but they were always paying attention to Shen Qingci sitting in front.

The air-conditioning in the large classrooms is fully turned on, so many people choose to bring a jacket during class.

Shen Qingci only wore a pure white short-sleeved shirt. Maybe he felt cold, so he touched his arm.

This action happened to be captured by Jinchen.

The pen in his hand spun around nimbly and poked Shen Qingci's back.

"Senior, can you do me a favor?"

Lin Yu and Ma Bing, who were fighting, stopped instantly and looked at this scene with shining eyes.

It started, it started, they started chasing people!

Shen Qingci turned around, "What's wrong?"

Jinchen took off his shirt and jacket, and smiled charmingly with his deep peach blossom eyes, "Senior, can you please keep my jacket for me? It's very hot."

Without waiting for Shen Qingci to refuse, he put the coat directly on him with the two of them facing each other.

Shen Qingci subconsciously grabbed the collar that was about to fall off, and was stunned for a moment before looking into Jin Chen's light brown pupils.

He glanced at the air conditioner not far behind Jinchen, "Are you really hot?"

As if afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Jin Chen stretched out the back of his hand and put it against Shen Qingci's face, "How about it, warm it up."

The moment the warm touch came up, Shen Qingci's heart palpitated inexplicably, and she quickly moved her face away, not daring to look into his eyes again.

"Okay, remember to take it back after class."

He turned back, and the cheek touched by Jin Chen turned red. The heat seemed to still remain on his face, and his heart was beating with joy.

Originally, he thought that if he didn't look at Jinchen, the strange feeling would disappear, but Shen Qingci smelled a faint scent of agarwood, mixed with the scent of soap, a very clean and unique smell.

He lowered his head and smelled it, confirming that it was the smell of Jinchen's shirt.

I wanted to ignore it, but I seemed to be addicted. I was entangled in this fragrance, and like an addict, I kept lowering my head and sniffing.

It took several times before he realized what he was doing.

Shen Qingci's ears turned red and he was a little flustered. He put down the collar that he was holding tightly and looked directly at the old professor who had entered the classroom.

Not sure if it was his imagination, but he seemed to hear a chuckle behind him.

He didn't ask, but the heat on his face increased even more.

His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, which caused Shen Qingci to wander from time to time during this class, and the knowledge in his ears did not enter his mind at all.

Soon, it came to the question-and-answer session that was extremely painful for all students.

This is a characteristic of old professors. The questions asked are all related to the course, but they do not ask about the content of the books taught in class, but extend the content.

"The second to last male student in this row, please answer this question."

The old professor knocked on the table to signal Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci felt nervous and slowly stood up.

“Who created the statue of the Altarpiece of Saint Teresa?”

He breathed a sigh of relief, it happened to be a problem that he knew a little bit about.

"Giovanni Lorenz Bernini."

The old professor nodded and asked, "What kind of emotion does this statue express?"

The audience was in an uproar and discussed in low voices. This was not the extended knowledge they would master at all.

Shen Qingci opened his mouth, but shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Professor, I don't understand."

The old professor also expressed his understanding that this question can only be answered by professional students.

He did not ask Shen Qingci to sit down, but turned his attention to other students. In this elective course, there were also many students of Western art aesthetics.

"Which classmate can answer for him?"

But the classroom suddenly fell into silence.

No one raised their hand to answer.

Some really don't know how, and some don't want to raise their hands when they see it's Shen Qingci and think of the previous rumors and photos.

Shen Qingci clenched his hands hanging by his side, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I can."

Hearing a familiar voice from behind, Shen Qingci's brows relaxed slightly.

Jinchen raised his hand and stood up after receiving the professor's permission.

"This sculpture is a scene of Theresa seeing God in a hallucination, showing her desire for God's love. Bernini used hard marble to depict Theresa's pathology, showing a person who is craving for love. People have the softest hearts.”

"This is a collision of pain and love. The pain is eternal, and the love is also eternal, so the long-lasting eternity builds this separated emotion."

His voice was low, and he deliberately slowed down his speaking speed when speaking, as if it was covered with a layer of lazy magnetism, neither fast nor slow.

Many people were attracted by his voice and turned to look, and then they were attracted by the face carved by a god, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Who is that person? Is he from the art department?"

"No, no, he is a newly transferred sophomore majoring in finance. It is said that he is of mixed Chinese and English descent and his family background is mysterious."

"He is so handsome! I love him so much!"

After Jinchen finished speaking, quiet conversations began to come from the originally quiet classroom, which clearly reached the ears of Shen Qingci who was standing.

He lowered his eyes and listened to the praises given to Jin Chen. He felt a little happy, but also felt inexplicably uncomfortable. It seemed that he had always had some strange emotions in his heart when he met Jin Chen.

The old professor nodded with satisfaction, "That's a good answer! He added his own understanding and is also very knowledgeable about artistic emotions. Leave me your contact information after class."

Jinchen smiled appropriately, "Good teacher, it's my pleasure."

The two just sat down.

Lin Yu gave Jinchen a thumbs up with an admiring tone.

"That's great, Yao'er. It's you who speaks the truth clearly."

Ma Bing poked Lin Yu with his elbow, "What do you know? This is called a new era hero saving a beauty!"

Jin Chen looked at Shen Qingci's ears that were a little red again, and chuckled twice, "What are you talking about? Come and listen to the class."

The two classes passed quickly. After Jinchen added the old professor's contact information, he slowly walked back to his seat.

"Yao'er, let's eat the braised chicken from the cafeteria later! I've been craving it for a long time!"

Ma Bing packed up her books, and while talking to Jin Chen, she put her arm on Lin Yu's shoulder, "Brother, go too!"

Jinchen nodded, looked out the window, and turned to face Shen Qingci who was about to take off his coat.

"It's going to rain soon, senior, you'd better dress up, don't catch a cold due to the wind."

Shen Qingci paused, looked at the sunny sky outside the window, and blinked in confusion.

Amused by his expression, Jin Chen couldn't help but stroked Shen Qingci's silky hair, "Seriously, senior, do you want to have dinner with me?"

Shen Qingci thought for a while, but still declined the invitation.

"Sorry, I have to go to the dance studio tonight. You can go and eat."

He handed the notebook in his schoolbag to Jinchen, "These are my senior math notes for my sophomore year. You go back and read them first. Ask me if you don't understand anything."

Jinchen took it, as if he was very happy, and his tone had wavy lines, "Thank you, senior, for your hard work."

Ma Bing rolled his eyes and started to make noises.

"Yao'er is lucky. Senior Shen is so kind to him."

Qi Ze and Lin Le, who were not far away, heard clearly.