I want to translate your voice

Chapter 3 003 Rose with thorns
Song Yunmu still had the familiar expressionless look. The light from the podium shone on her body, as if it had given her a layer of light, making her feel cold and inaccessible.

She ignored the commotion in the audience, and her clear voice came to the classroom through the microphone: "Due to Professor Lin's personal health issues, I will be the substitute for the next two weeks. Let me introduce myself, I am from the Department of Foreign Languages, a sophomore."

Song Yunmu's eyes suddenly met Shen Qinnian's. He hesitated for a moment, but quickly responded, "My name is Song Yunmu."

Shen Qinnian noticed Song Yunmu's subtle changes, raised his eyebrows and suddenly smiled.

Song Yunmu's rhythm and logic during class were very good, and he quickly brought everyone into class.Shen Qinnian also took down a lot of things in his notes. Although his English is also very good, he still has a lot of room for learning compared to professionals.

An hour passed quickly, and get out of class was about to end in a blink of an eye. Shen Qinnian looked at Song Yunmu, who was focused on the stage, with the corners of his mouth raised, and wrote an English sentence in the last blank space of his notes.

——*"Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the rose."
Beautiful flowers in full bloom will use their own methods to protect themselves, so that many people only see the dangers brought by beauty, but ignore the beauty itself.

This may be one of the reasons why the comments on Song Yunmu on the forum are divided into two levels.

As soon as Shen Qinnian left school, Bian Yi, the informant, really knew the news about Song Yunmu's substitute teaching, and he excitedly pulled Shen Qinnian to ask questions.

"So how is the quality of Song Yunmu's substitute teaching? You shouldn't be disrespectful by sleeping in class, right?" Bian Yi looked at this person who had a criminal record.

Shen Qinnian raised his foot in displeasure and pointed it at Bian Yi's butt, and Bian Yi nimbly dodged to the side.

Shen Qinnian: "What? In your eyes, am I this kind of person?"

Recalling the serious and focused voice on the podium, the corner of her mouth raised a slight arc: "Well, the quality of her class is pretty good. Is this answer okay? You can shut up. After making any more noise, go and eat."

Bian Yi looked at his changing expression suspiciously: "Huh? The evaluation is quite high? Are you also conquered by my goddess?"

Shen Qin young laughed, his voice carried by the wind: "...I was conquered by the smell of peach."

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The library of the University of Science and Technology is very large, occupying the fourth floor of the Literature Building. It is decorated in a modern European style with a strong cultural atmosphere, and the lighting is very good. It is full of floor-to-ceiling windows. Moreover, the library of the University of Science and Technology is famous for its complete collection of books, and it is also Song Yunmu's favorite library. Loved the place to be.

Song Yunmu chose a secluded corner to sit by the window, with an essay book and "Business English" spread out in his hands, and he concentrated on editing documents on the computer.

The phone that was set to vibrate lit up, and Song Yunmu opened the message, which was a group message.

[I'm sorry, team leader, I have something urgent at home. Can you help me with my group homework this week @松云木]

Song Yunmu looked at the news, tapped the table with his hand, pursed his lips, and had a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

[No, you can ask the teacher for leave yourself. I don’t have time. 】

After seeing the news about Song Yunmu, Chen Cheng cursed a few words unhappily, and a friend who was playing next to him heard the news and asked.

Chen Cheng waved his hand and clicked on his phone: "It's okay, I'm just annoying our team leader."

"Your team leader? Is she the goddess from the foreign language department?"

"Tch, I don't think she's that good-looking. She doesn't know why she's aloof here every day. She's always looking aloof and it's annoying to death."

Chen Cheng sent out the edited message.

[But then I won’t be able to get the credits this time. I really have something going on at home, so can’t I help? 】

Song Yunmu sneered.

[This is your business. You said last time that you didn’t participate in the group work even if you had something to do. In the end, you also got a free ride.This is a group assignment. If you don’t want to participate, you can ask your professor to apply for another group. 】

【Is this necessary?Song Yunmu, it won't take long for you to do this. What if you help your classmates? 】

[No wonder you have no friends. 】

Song Yunmu paused with his hand on the screen, and finally typed in a complete sentence and sent it. [I have no obligation to help you complete your homework. You can apply to change groups yourself. 】

Then I turned off my phone and continued to complete the document.Thinking that without one person, he could only take on the extra tasks by himself, he sighed helplessly.

Suddenly a shadow fell in front of him, and Song Yunmu subconsciously looked up.

A figure sat down against the light, softening his slender figure.Shen Qinnian placed the book opposite Song Yunmu, met Song Yunmu's gaze and grinned: "Hi, peach?"

"Ah?" The unfamiliar title made Song Yunmu unable to react for a moment.

When she saw clearly that the person coming was Shen Qinnian, she was a little dazed for a moment.

Shen Qinnian was amused by Song Yunmu's expression: "Ah, should I call you Teacher Song?"

Song Yunmu frowned slightly when he regained consciousness, and responded to him in silence for a few seconds: "Call me Song Yunmu. What can I do for you?"

Shen Qinnian pushed the book in front of him forward and pointed at the English words on the cover: "I just want to ask for advice after class, because I am retaking it and there are a few sections that conflict with my major class, and I am afraid that I will have to follow it later. I can’t keep up with the progress. Could you please help me open a small stove?"

His eyes fell on the cover of "Business English" and continued: "Of course, in exchange, I can help you. There should be a lot of professional terms about economics in Business English, and I can help you in this regard." "

Song Yunmu pondered for a few seconds, quickly analyzing the pros and cons in his head, and then agreed: "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

Shen Qinnian smiled, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes, and pretended to be thoughtful and said: "Well, if you don't have class on the afternoon of [English Analysis] in the future, we will meet in the library. Of course, if you need help, you can Come to me at any time, I will be in the student union president’s office most days from Monday to Friday, you can come to me directly, by the way.”

He took out his mobile phone and asked, "Can you add your contact information?"

Song Yunmu nodded and contacted Shen Qinnian.

He sat opposite her and didn't want to leave, flipping through the English books in his hands. Song Yunmu glanced at him and stopped paying attention to him flipping through "Business English".

There are many difficult professional names in economics, which seemed a bit difficult for Song Yunmu, who had never been exposed to professional economics. However, Shen Qinnian soon used his ability to tell her that his choice was right, and he easily understood the difficult professional names. The noun explanations are easier to understand, which is more helpful for Song Yunmu's understanding when translating.

With his help, Song Yunmu's study efficiency was much higher than usual, and he was in a happy mood and talked to him a lot.

Time was enriched, and before he knew it, the sunset filled the sky. Shen Qinnian looked at the time, and then saw Song Yunmu still immersed in the sea of ​​books and smiled helplessly. He was really the king of scrolls.

"Then let's do this for today. It's dinner time and it's time to eat."

Song Yunmu raised his head and felt a little confused. Time passed so fast. He felt that it was almost done and nodded to pack his things.

Shen Qinnian suddenly stretched out his knuckled hand in front of her: "Can I also get a candy today?"

Song Yunmu paused, looked at the stretched out hand, pursed his lower lip, touched his pocket, took out a fruit candy and placed it in his palm.

When Shen Qinnian saw the candy in his hand, he immediately smiled: "Is it really there? Why is it green apple flavor, not peach?"

Song Yunmu thought of the embarrassment on the rooftop that day, and felt inexplicably annoyed. He stretched out his hand to snatch the candy away: "Don't give it back to me."

Shen Qinnian reacted quickly and dodged, smiling lazily: "Why are you so anxious? Green apples are delicious too, right?"

Song Yunmu packed up his things speechlessly. He didn't expect that Shen Qinnian would be like this when he came into contact with him. It was also said on the forum that he was always very cold towards girls and was almost an insulator for girls.

Why does it feel different when we get along with each other?

　*Excerpt from Rabindranath Tagore's "The Birds"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)