After My Rebirth as a Scumbag, I Was Blocked at the Gate by the Campus Belle - Chapter 2:

Chapter 2: Teacher Liang, Please Tutor Me in English.

In early spring, dawn came earlier and earlier.

Shen Weiyue dragged himself out of bed with dark circles under his eyes. The moment he pushed the door open, he startled his roommate.

“Brother Yue, you…”

“Too much pressure. Couldn’t sleep,” Shen Weiyue replied wearily, then went straight to brush his teeth and wash his face.

The younger roommate, a second-year high schooler, let out a long sigh.

Damn, senior year pressure really is terrifying. It’s even made Brother Yue look like his kidneys are failing—just look at those massive dark circles.

Shen Weiyue had no idea what the kid was thinking.

He had simply thought too much last night, lying awake until around 4 a.m. before finally falling asleep.

Who wouldn’t love being a pure high school boy again?

Director Shen had already fully accepted the fact of his rebirth and, without hesitation, laid down a grand policy for his new life.

First, he would not take the civil service exam again. Too exhausting.

Second, he absolutely had to start dating early. Otherwise, sleeping alone later would be cold, and all that restless youth would have nowhere to go.

And if possible, he wanted to experience women from all walks of life.

In his previous life, he had devoted himself entirely to progress, working like a beast for the system. By the time he reached forty, he still hadn’t settled down. Every girlfriend he had ended up breaking up with him.

On the matchmaking market, he had actually been quite popular—good-looking, well-built, and holding a high position. Walking out with him brought face.

But once a woman got to know him better, she would realize that he was either in meetings or on his way to one. Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, he was practically invisible. Not only that, he couldn’t bend rules or use his position to benefit his partner’s family.

What use was a man like that?

They would turn on him immediately. When breaking up, they would even spit at him, “Bah, useless beggar civil servant!”

After going through this cycle again and again, Shen Weiyue realized that outside of work, he was nothing.

A mere deputy director of the Emergency Bureau. Without taking bribes, his monthly salary was just over 10,000 yuan, and he had to be ready at any moment to take the blame for safety incidents.

While his classmates and childhood friends returned home in luxury, embracing beauties and chatting confidently, he could only stay up late working overtime, talking about dedication.

Others switched between A6s and A8s as they pleased, while he didn’t even dare test-drive a second-hand old A8. What kind of future was there in such a life?

To hell with being a director!

Shen Weiyue made up his mind—this life, he would never be a disposable civil servant again. Becoming a wealthy man who could travel across the country freely—that was the goal.

He wanted to make money, a lot of money. Then he would experience the joy of being so rich he couldn’t even tell how beautiful his wife was.

When bored, he could drive a Rolls-Royce as a ride-hailing driver, chase his dreams in the entertainment industry, and at the same time help an eighteen-year-old busty lady cross the street as an act of charity.

Or he could put on a yellow delivery uniform, deliver food, then, in front of his stunned brothers, sweep the campus beauty onto a modified motorcycle and act out a story where the campus beauty falls in love with him.

Of course, he could also hold nationwide auditions to form a private song-and-dance troupe, rehearsing performances for his own personal Spring Festival Gala.

He could be completely indulgent—on a whim, feeding pigeons by Erhai Lake, giving a passionate speech about not loving money at the Bund Summit, or filming modern action movies full of speed and adrenaline…

Damn, this is great!

Just thinking about this kind of rebirth made his blood boil with anticipation.

Of course, all of this was still just a blueprint for now. It would require careful planning and execution.

After all, the Shen family had been poor farmers for three generations. His parents were still working as construction laborers in Shenzhen.

And putting aside all those wild fantasies, there was still a stubborn knot in Shen Weiyue’s heart.

In his previous life, he had spent over ten years searching for a woman who used the pen name “Baiyun Youyou.” But when he finally found her after countless hardships, she was already gone from this world.

This kind and naive woman, who had supported his education during his hardest times without asking for anything in return and without even leaving her real name, had died in her prime—killed by domestic violence, destroyed by blind love.

Shen Weiyue had crouched before her grave, staring at the photo and the inscription, and only then learned her real name—Bai Youyou.

Bai Youyou, like the line: once the Yellow Crane is gone, it never returns; white clouds drift idly for a thousand years.

Such a beautiful, radiant woman—the one he had searched for his entire life, longing to protect and repay—had been beaten to death by a worthless man who lived off her and gambled.

What kind of absurd cruelty was that?

Worse still, after her death, her parents had wept day and night. Unable to bear the grief of losing their daughter in middle age, they soon passed away one after another.

The anger and regret Shen Weiyue had felt back then had now transformed into excitement and relief.

Sister Bai.

I’ve been reborn.

Everything can still be changed. I know where you’ll study and where you’ll work in the future.

This time, I’ll be the one to help you!

…

After washing his hair, Shen Weiyue felt his energy return.

He walked downstairs slowly, habitually clasping his hands behind his back. After a while, he realized something felt off and casually shoved them into his pockets instead.

As he stepped out of the iron gate, he saw a woman ahead of him in a flowing dress. Her figure swayed gracefully, each step curving with a captivating rhythm.

With his memories from both lives fully merged, Shen Weiyue immediately recognized her—his English teacher, Liang Yuting.

Her wavy hair framed a stunning figure. The dress she wore wasn’t even tight-fitting, yet it clung to her form in a way that made her stand out brilliantly.

Perhaps sensing the gaze behind her, Liang Yuting suddenly turned around, catching Shen Weiyue looking at her.

He didn’t panic at all. Instead, he greeted her naturally, “Good morning, Teacher Liang.”

“Mm, good morning, Shen Weiyue.”

Walking ahead, Liang Yuting felt a bit uneasy. She slowed her pace, letting him pass first.

But Shen Weiyue remained unhurried, walking side by side with her into the alley.

Finding the atmosphere awkward, Liang Yuting took the initiative to speak, “Shen Weiyue, how did you do on this test?”

“Not sure yet. Probably not well. Last night, Teacher Han scolded me badly, said I dragged the whole class down.”

“Uh… don’t lose heart. Your foundation is good. If you work hard in these last hundred days, you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, Teacher Liang, but I can clearly feel that my English grammar is weak. Is there any quick way to improve?”

Liang Yuting thought for a moment, then shook her head. “There’s no shortcut. You have to practice and memorize more. Your main problem is your composition. You can try memorizing sample essays…”

“Then, Teacher Liang, could you give me some intensive tutoring?”

“Ah?”

She hadn’t expected this usually quiet student to suddenly make such a request, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond.

“Teacher Liang, I really want to give it my all. I want to get into Jianghai University. I have to make it.”

Knowing her hesitation, Shen Weiyue looked at her sincerely. “I’ll write one essay every day and bring it to your office for you to correct. Is that okay?”

“Uh…”

“Everyone says you’re not only beautiful and kind but also the most responsible teacher. I’ll definitely study hard.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you, Teacher Liang. I’ll go buy some buns now.”

By the time he finished speaking, they had already walked out of the alley. Shen Weiyue turned left toward a bun shop.

Liang Yuting watched his departing figure and couldn’t help but laugh softly, then inwardly scolded herself.

Liang Yuting, oh Liang Yuting.

Isn’t he just a student about to take the college entrance exam? What are you even worrying about?

It’s not like he’s asking you for parenting advice.

Stop overthinking!