Quick Transmigration: Leisure

"Thank you... thank you, teacher."

Shan Xin couldn't hold back her laughter, and large tears streamed down her face when Xia Youmi looked at her with concern.

"Are you hurt? Should we go to the hospital first?" Xia Youmi's tone was relatively normal, without showing much pity for her, and even had a subtle effect of calming people down.

"No, no."

Shan Xin took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the still calm Teacher Xia, lowered her eyes, silently took out a square tissue, folded it, covered her eyes, and then wiped them vigorously.

"Hey, there's a single wet wipe in the box in front of you. Use that to wipe yourself. Be gentle with yourself," Xia Youmi offered a friendly reminder.

"Thank you..." This time, Shan Xin's voice was hoarse, and the folded tissues in front of her were soaked with tears again.

Originally, she thought that since the teacher had saved her in time, she hadn't suffered any obvious loss.

You shouldn't cry in front of your teacher like you've suffered a great injustice, showing a vulnerable side.

But the teacher said to be gentle with yourself.

She had the right to vent about it, and Shan Xinxiao could no longer maintain her pretentious and empty strength.

After entering Jiyu, she faced a heavy workload and activities with unclear rules, always using busyness and cheerfulness to cover up her vulnerability and insignificance.

She, so small, was caught up in this vast world, and suddenly seemed to have a complicated relationship with the most dazzling king in the circle.

She thought that if this were a small and normal world, she would have confessed to Zhuo Xuan, a boy who wasn't particularly perceptive, after spending a few days with him.

She could clearly see the special connection between the two.

They also know that there is a simple attraction between them.

but,

They all knew about the existence of the ravine.

During this most chaotic period of her life, there was too much malice, but she would desperately absorb any kindness she could sense, hoping to counteract the erosion of malice on her.

Teacher Xia is the most prominent symbol of this kindness.

In fact, Shan Xinxiao noticed Teacher Xia in the first week. She often observed her style and listened carefully to her classes. Class was the time when her emotions fluctuated the most.

Because although it was a very basic course, it was so suitable and so worth digesting and understanding that she felt like she had found a treasure.

The teacher seemed to have noticed her enthusiasm for the course and was generous in sharing more knowledge, which she absorbed enthusiastically, and inspiration kept flowing in.

Senior Jiang praised the new work highly, but after seeing the senior's attitude at the Zhuo family banquet, Shan Xinxiao hesitated to say that she was inspired by Teacher Xia.

She hopes that after learning more, she can confidently and confidently complete qualified works before seeking guidance from her teacher.

However, that time hasn't come yet.

The insanely difficult coursework came one after another. She only asked Senior Jiang once, intuitively feeling that the direction he suggested would not be adopted by the course teacher. The commercial aspects of art and personal emotions may be infinitely different in terms of cognition.

She couldn't articulate a lengthy theory, only attributing it to a cautious intuition.

Shan Xinxiao utilized resources, consulting numerous library texts and case studies. Unlike Wen Haojie, whose information was often obscure, Shan Xinxiao's insights were rich in historical clues and connections to various dynasties.

Each also has its own unique charm.

She hadn't systematically learned so many basics, nor had she accumulated such a wealth of knowledge.

If it weren't for Ms. Xia's help, the dream of continuing the high-scoring special admissions program would have almost been shattered from the start. Especially since she had given a speech in front of all the freshmen as the top student.

although,

She later vaguely sensed that the speech had a negative aspect for her, but there was no way to undo it.

Shan Xinxiao hoped to turn the tables and deliberately let her give a speech on stage as a symbol to be remembered. Why not use her appearance as a springboard to move towards that still vague dream?

At that moment, the teacher allowed her to be gentle.

Shan Xinxiao completely abandoned the confrontation and acted based on her first instinct.

She wiped away her tears, her face, and her hair with wet wipes. There were small rolls of garbage bags in the box, which she put all the sadness she had created into them. She then wiped the cushions and backrests that she had slightly soiled.

When she came to her senses, she noticed a small wooden carving in front of her with some small writing on it. Shan Xin smiled and leaned closer to look, only to find that it read:

The passenger seat is exclusively for Zhuo Yi.

Shan Xinxiao quickly put down the small ornament, looked at the back of the car, and wanted to signal Xia Youmi to stop first so she could move to the back.

"It's okay, we're here. There's no time to change." With that, Xia Youmi drove the car to the parking lot and arrived at the art studio building.

"Teacher, where is this?"

"Would you like to take a look at my art studio?"

"Is that okay!" Shan Xin laughed so hard her voice rang out.

"Of course, I already had something I wanted to talk to you about, and since we met off-campus, it's better to talk about it first." Xia Youmi's expression became serious without her realizing it.

"Okay!" Shan Xinxiao also noticed, and her expression gradually became serious.

......

After marveling at the various furnishings in the studio, the aroma of tea filled the reception area, and the two then sat down in an orderly fashion.

Shan Xinxiao is very adaptable, but after seeing the manners of aristocratic families a few times, she learned to behave like a typical guest.

"Relax a bit, let me rub it on first." Xia Youmi handed over a tube of ointment. Although Shan Xin smiled and said she wasn't injured, several joints were already showing some redness and swelling. If it wasn't treated in time, it would still affect her life for a few days.

"Thank you, teacher."

“You can think about what happened today and then tell me if you need help. If you can resolve it, I can pretend I didn’t know,” Xia Youmi emphasized. “But we can’t force you.”

"Okay, I'll think about it, teacher."

But after finishing a cup of tea and gradually calming down, Xia Youmi brought up the real reason she wanted to see her.

"I hope you will listen first. Please do not act rashly before you are able to fight back." After Xia Youmi finished her opening remarks, she told her the general story of how the teacher wanted to persecute her but was caught by her classmates, which also implicated her classmates.

"Thank you, teacher!" Shan Xinxiao's first reaction was to thank the person in front of her.

"Yes, it's my duty."

"It was classmate You who reminded me! How is she now! What can I do to help her?"

Although Xia Youmi did not mention any names, Shan Xinxiao obviously quickly connected it to the time when You Sien came to see her and mentioned that something on the basketball court had been hit. She could immediately make sense of it.

What should we do? You is a rare person with a soft heart.

Her family is under threat and she doesn't know what to do.

Shan Xin smiled at the present moment.

She didn't yet have the concept of how united aristocratic families could be in a rebellion; she only knew that her classmate You was facing a crisis and needed the teacher's help, so she was sure she could make a difference.

Therefore, she quickly figured out how to solve the problem and asked her teacher to confirm what role she could play.

Really,

Such a person, who doesn't dwell on guilt, is bound to succeed.