The girls' dorm became unusually lively with Chen Yue's arrival. While sipping her tea, she said, "There's one more thing—our class is about to welcome a transfer student from abroad. They say he's quite handsome!" All the girls except Lin Caiwei brightened up. These days, it's not just boys who favor beautiful girls—girls themselves are increasingly drawn to handsome men. With goddesses, there are now also rising gods. "Don't expect him to be just a decorative figure," Lin remarked with her own thoughts. "If he's thriving abroad, why come back to study here? Nowadays, getting out abroad is so difficult—everyone's eager to go, and only those whose minds have been kicked by donkeys return home." Chen Yue furrowed her brows and said, “He’s definitely not a decorative pillow—reportedly, he’s fluent in over ten foreign languages and has outstanding academic performance. He chose to return to China because you, when he was just five or six, went abroad, and he came back to inherit his father’s estate!” “Wow, that’s a perfect blend of wealth, charm, and talent!” A more confident girl placed both hands on her chest and exclaimed, “Even if he weren’t particularly handsome, he’d be a sought-after asset. If he’s also good-looking, well—he’d be in high demand, possibly even being snapped up by everyone!” Another girl agreed, saying, “Since he’s joining our class, we sisters should unite. We’re right on the doorstep—our advantage is clear. Internal competition is important, but we absolutely can’t let other classes or departments take him. If we lose him to another class or department, how would we face our peers?” “Exactly. If another class takes him, we’d have to commit seppuku to show our gratitude!” Chen Yue felt a bit regretful. If only she had known her students were so fierce, she wouldn’t have revealed the news to them so early. Lin Caivui alone remained the most composed, even showing a touch of disappointment—almost exasperated—due to her roommates’ overwhelming enthusiasm. This gave Chen Yue great comfort; having at least one student with a grounded mindset was truly a relief. If she had to teach a whole class of fierce, driven women, she’d have to commit seppuku to express her gratitude. The girls buzzed with lively conversation, quickly turning their attention to their respected senior, Chen Yue. One of them asked, “Chen姐, I heard you’ve been confined by Professor Chen—true, right? Could you share a bit more about what’s really going on?” For an adult to be confined by parents is already a major news item, and given that these girls were at the peak of being curious and gossip-driven, it was entirely natural for them to ask—otherwise, it would have been unusual indeed. There are already several versions circulating about the incident involving辅导员 Chen Yue being placed under house arrest. The most widely spread one is that she has an ambiguous relationship with a wealthy second-generation son, and her father, Professor Chen, who is known for his pride and high standards, feels his daughter has brought him shame, thus imposing the house arrest. Chen, the elegant young woman, blushed and remarked, "It's not that serious. The jazz bar is now under my management. I just used to come home a bit later lately, and my father was concerned about my safety—so he didn't actually place me under house arrest!" The jazz bar was established by the previous beautiful duty officer, who handed it over to her close friend Chen Yue to manage before she went off to study abroad. This situation is well known among the students, so it has naturally become Chen's excuse. Clearly, the students are not convinced by her explanation and are now all looking at her with questioning eyes. After all, the situation itself is hard to explain. Chen feels she's almost being wronged—after all, she's the victim here. What's wrong with you all treating me like someone you're trying to catch stealing? People are more inclined to believe it was the peach-colored incident that caused it. At University City, the number of admirers chasing her doesn't fall short of the campus beauty Lin Caiwei. She feels she should leave immediately, or else the situation would never end. Rising up, she says, "It's getting late now. You all go rest. I'll be off first. Come back later to see you!" And with that, she hurries off. Watching her swift departure, several girls are even more convinced that the teacher has not told the full truth. ... Qin, the young magnate, walks with a weary pace, accompanied by Mei Hui, Fang Fang, and Shu Ya Jing. They've already been shopping for several hours. He finds shopping at the mall more exhausting than the fierce battles he once fought against the warrior. Looking at the three women, they all appear vibrant and full of energy. Yet he can't complain, as today's primary purpose is for him to buy clothes—according to his grandfather's instructions, he needs to acquire several outfits with a more academic, campus-style flair. After all, being a student at university, one wouldn’t dress that mature, would one? If people started calling him a "big brother," that would be truly unfortunate. In his view, most of these so-called "university style" looks were actually designed to help older people feel younger or to revive their memories of student life. Regardless, he simply felt exhausted now—when it came to the styles that all three girls agreed on, he could only say: "Quick, swipe and pay!" He mumbled, "Grandpa said I could take any classes I wanted and just go home whenever I needed—no problem if I don't have clothes. A sudden drop in temperature? No issue at all. I've been trained for this. I can even stay in the cold for 72 hours wearing just a single shirt!" Fang Fang gave him a withering look: "Compare that to now. Back then, you couldn't even compare. Now you have us. If you get cold, we'll be worried!" "Exactly," said Shu, the alert policewoman, adding, "Others would think we don't care about people at all." Qin, the young millionaire, felt a warm glow in his heart. The fatigue from earlier vanished completely. He clenched his fists and said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go shopping!" One store after another, he went in, thanks to the fact that he was carrying his father's jade bracelet, which allowed him to quietly slip items into his bags. Otherwise, his body would surely be weighed down with a mountain of packages. Unfortunately, this momentum didn't last long—it soon fizzled out. Whenever they came across a women's clothing store, he would thoughtfully ask the three women to go in and browse, so that he could leisurely sit in the lounge area and catch his breath. Only when night fell and the mall was about to close would the three women, still full of enthusiasm, take him to the elevator. Honestly, Qin Feng was quite enthusiastic about this assignment. Aside from the fact that his target was a beautiful woman, he had never formally attended school since he grew up on the island of death. Becoming a university student was something he had always looked forward to. After all, the university was famously known as an ivory tower—being able to experience it firsthand was a real treat. Besides, at just twenty years old, he hadn't quite reached the "strange young man" stage yet. Occasionally pretending to be a bit fresh and youthful was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.