?Mobile reading Monday, 8 a.m. Eight Zero E-book When Qin Feng, Mei Hui, Fang Fang, and Shu Ya Jing—three stunning women—appeared at the entrance of Pingda University, the entire university was abuzz. During the peak hour when students were heading to their lecture buildings, those who received the news promptly changed their routes to gather at the main entrance. It was quite rare in Pingda University's history to see three women of such elegance appear simultaneously, all thanks to a simple message posted on WeChat, accompanied by a photo. Mei Hui wore a deep coffee-colored business suit, her straight, elegant legs clad in black silk stockings, her hair neatly coiffed high on her head. Diamond earrings adorned her refined ears, while a uniquely styled necklace accentuated her snowy neck and open neckline. Fang Fang has embodied the "fresh and simple" aesthetic to its very essence—wearing a silk chiffon dress in a lotus-pink hue with puff sleeves, the skirt layered into several sections, the final layer irregular and reaching just above the knees. Paired with pink tights and fish-mouth heels, and her long, wavy hair flowing freely over her shoulders, she is truly the embodiment of "fresh and simple." Qin Dashi looked utterly exasperated, carrying a medium-sized backpack. After getting off the bus, he turned to the three women and said, "I'm telling you three—please, hurry up and go back. If you don't move soon, things might just turn into a full-blown violent incident!" How could anyone bear being criticized and judged by a crowd for their women's appearance? Shu, the police officer, chuckled, "What's the matter, little bad boy? Are you worried we'll get hurt?" "Of course I am. You're mine—how could I possibly want you to show off your most beautiful side to anyone else?" Qin Dashi declared with conviction, determined to display the dignity a man should uphold in such a situation. "Indeed quite domineering. But we've all come here. If we don't follow you in, wouldn't that be a waste of our trip?" Fang Fang said gently. Qin Dashi sighed heavily, looking crestfallen, "I never expected you all to create such a stir. If I had known this would happen, I'd have kept you all safely at home. Anyone who didn't behave would have been given a good spanking!" The beautiful CEO gave him a charming look, saying, "You dare? Fangfang's right—everyone's here. If we don't go in, aren't we just wasting our time? Little bad boy, you can have us leave if you want—just ask us!" Huili thought that was quite a move. Tonight, she'd see to it that he'd pay for it. If he hasn't woken up by nine o'clock tomorrow morning, then my surname will be spelled backwards. The three women exchanged playful smiles, clearly determined to stay unless he made a personal appeal. Though Fangfang and Shu Yajing were usually the most obedient and well-behaved, with Mei Hui standing behind them, their confidence had grown stronger—only waiting for the perfect moment to sing "The Sisters and Brothers Stand Up." Well, for now, he'd concede. After all, he'd find a way to make it up to them. He bowed and nodded seriously to the three ladies, saying, "Madam, I sincerely ask you three to hurry up and leave. With such a grand gathering, how am I supposed to carry out my duties calmly at school? If Director Wei holds me accountable, I’ll surely have to take the blame—please give me a little face!" Shu, the police officer, huffed, "Lacking sincerity!" Fang added, "Just acceptable." Mei concluded, "Let’s give him a chance, right in front of so many people." Qin, the young man, was nearly crying—never had he been treated so poorly. In the world of operatic dramas, women always schemed against one another, but his women always stood united, always opposing him. The three ladies walked gracefully to their cars and drove off. Phew—finally gone! It wasn’t even about coming to university, really. Why did everyone have to follow along? But he immediately realized a very important issue: you've taken the car, so how am I going to get home in the evening? Can anyone possibly be so kind as to come pick me up when you drop off the students after school? Shaking his head helplessly, he walked toward the main gate. Immediately, a crowd gathered around him. One self-important fellow first combed his freshly polished hair and then jumped forward to Qin Feng, saying, "Sir, were those three beautiful girls your sisters? Could you please give me their contact information? I'd like to treat you to lunch!" This man received a look of disdain from Qin Feng, a true young aristocrat. Then another person stepped forward: "Brother, I'm more practical. Just give me one of the girls' contact details—my favorite is the one who's a bit fresh and simple—and as soon as you provide it, I'll treat you to a full week of meals!" "Hey, I like the one with the corporate look—look at her..." "The one who's more of a mature woman is actually the most beautiful..." Everyone rushed to please him, eager to impress. Come on, those are *my* women! Are your eyes really growing into your crotches? Why do you keep calling them my sisters? It's no surprise—those three women are all so polished and mature, while he's dressed in a classic college-style plaid shirt and jeans, with plain sneakers. Given his age, this look makes him seem more like a young guy in his late teens or early twenties—clearly the younger brother of the women. I've heard that university life is like grazing sheep—well, I still can't accept this blunt, straightforward behavior from them. A bunch of girls, all focused on studying, never dying, never getting pregnant—what more could they possibly want? All day long chasing after beautiful women—do you even have any other ambitions? You're spending your parents' hard-earned money, yet you're not even doing your job—shouldn't you feel ashamed? Patient and persistent, he tightened his face, speaking coldly, "Get out! Whoever dares to stand in my way, I'll wipe them out!" As he spoke, he radiated the commanding presence reserved for top-tier assassins, instantly enveloping everyone in front of him. At first, several of them tried to hold their ground, offering stiff, somewhat pretentious remarks about gentlemanly courtship, but suddenly found their legs trembling without cause, and dared not meet Qin Feng's gaze. Moreover, they all willingly cleared a path, watching him go. "Such a letdown," Qin the young lord thought as he stepped through the main door, glancing back at them. "With just this much courage, they're thinking of courting a goddess—how much more realistic it would be to just cut off their penis and serve it in wine!" Only when he had gone far did anyone finally recover, adopting a composed demeanor and asking a nearby companion, "Who in heaven's name was that young man? So confident and assertive—wasn't he new? How could someone just arriving cause such a stir and now be facing the consequences?"