Qi Feng was so bold because he mistakenly believed Chen Yue was a student here. Although when they met last time at the jazz bar, she looked quite mature, she still appeared rather inexperienced in several aspects; now, dressed in a lace-collar yoga-style sports outfit, she didn’t seem like a student—she looked more like a teacher. Strictly speaking, Chen Yue wasn’t actually a faculty member at Ping University; she had only graduated a year and a half ago and was currently serving as a class counselor. Originally, she didn’t mind whether she came to work today, since she had received a notice from the academic affairs office stating that the newly transferred international students would officially register today—so she had come at the last minute. She had also come directly from the morning exercise area, which is why she was wearing sports attire. In Qi Feng’s eyes, even if she were a senior student, what could she do? Last time, I treated you unfairly, and you didn’t even have a single remedy, did you? He chuckled. He had no idea that after this little scolding, he would never have a peaceful day again. With ease, he captured that mischievous little tongue of hers and began his most proficient French wet kiss, his hands though not securing much advantage, still resting gently over her athletic top, covering her athletic peak. The athletic top was generally not too thick, so it didn’t interfere with the feel. Both front and back positions lost, Chen Yue’s head exploded with a sudden rush, leaving her mind completely blank. Qin, the young noble, found it hard to understand—given her performance and awkwardness, it was clear she wasn’t very skilled at kissing. A thought suddenly came to him: could this be her first kiss? How could that be? This girl had a face like an angel and a body like a goddess—she must surely have been a campus icon. Could it be that all the boys here were blind, completely ignoring such a beautiful girl? It's absolutely impossible. If that were the case, the scene at the entrance wouldn't have happened—the students would have reacted to the beauty just as a wolf would react to Little Red Riding Hood. They wouldn't have pretended. He's even more convinced that this girl is a first-time, and the only explanation is that—definitely—there's something wrong with the male students of Pingda University. It's one thing if Lin Caivé hasn't had a boyfriend, but Chen Yue is also completely untouched! His legs are firmly pressed against Chen's long legs, and the memory of his previous move—the devastating, life-ending leg kick—still lingers. He's afraid that if he's not careful, she might accidentally kick him, and he'd have to stay in the hospital for a while. Chen Yue's skin is exceptionally smooth, like fine silk, and he can't stop admiring it. Yet, at some point, her body starts trembling, and two clear tears begin to roll down from her tightly closed eyes. This immediately made Qin Feng feel like he was about to pluck the flowers with his hands—someone who had never done it before! After preserving this precious moment for so many years, it was suddenly snatched away by others. How could one merely describe it as unfortunate? Since it was like this, he decided to keep it gentle, not too forceful, so as not to create serious psychological distress for the beautiful woman. Though he thought this, he still kissed her passionately several times before finally stepping back. Suddenly invaded, then suddenly freed, Chen Yue was like a small rabbit startled by a sudden noise—she dared not look at him, and simply turned and ran away. Her speed would surely win her a championship at the sports meet. Qin, the young nobleman, shrugged, savoring the thrill of the moment while chatting to himself: "Well done, well done! Just on the first day, I've already had a romantic encounter. This marks a great start to my student journey—wah-hah!" He had no idea that this wasn't the beginning of a romance, but rather the very start of a tragedy. Soon he found the teaching office. The head was a man in his forties, rather humble and pleasant. He filled out a few forms, and once that was done, he officially became a member of Plain City University. The head smiled and said, "Your student ID and badge will be ready in a few days. Dormitory and class assignments have already been made. Would you like to visit your dormitory first, or would you prefer to go to your class first?" Of course, he wanted to go to class—now was class time, and besides mice and cockroaches, the dormitory probably didn't have much else alive. "Strange," the head mumbled, "Chen Teacher clearly said he would come, yet he hasn't shown up at all. Something must have come up." Then he smiled warmly and said, "I'll take you there. On the way, I'll tell you a bit about our university's history—how about that?" "Thank you very much," Qin Feng said, not hearing the head's earlier comment. The two of them left the office building, and along the way, the director spoke nonstop, recounting everything remarkable that had ever happened at the university since its founding—major events, distinguished figures who had emerged from it—all in detail. In contrast, Qin, the young man, was more interested in knowing about the university's "scenic spots"—places that typically drew young men and women. Even if he never managed to take a girl there for a proper visit, simply strolling past and occasionally stirring up a flock of ducks and geese was meaningful in itself. The director was unaware of his more private thoughts and soon presented him with a list of several beautiful spots. A few minutes later, they entered a teaching building that stood out in style. This building differed clearly from the others in both its structure and interior design—perhaps this was precisely what made the arts faculty unique. The Department of Arts is divided into two branches: the School of Music and the School of Fine Arts. Qin Feng is currently majoring in Painting within the School of Fine Arts, though he still hasn't quite figured out whether it's Chinese painting or oil painting. Qin Feng remembers having only learned to draw maps—when a mountain stood before him, it was merely a collection of elevation data, supplemented by information on the distribution of trees and rivers. It's simply ridiculous to expect someone with no professional training to enter the Painting program. He has no idea what Old Wei thinks. Well, he'll just have to bite the bullet—after all, his target is a student in the Painting program, and according to Old Wei, that girl has outstanding academic performance. His task, after all, is simply to win her over, not to actually learn how to paint. With Old Wei's support behind him, no one is likely to fail him. In a classroom on the third floor, Chen Yue stands motionless, moving back and forth between several rows of desks. No one dared speak to her—this was the first time since she took over the class that she had shown such an expression in front of the students. In the classroom, she was always regarded as a goddess by everyone. Many male students were gripping their fists tightly, convinced that the counselor must have been mistreated. As soon as she mentioned anyone's name, they were certain to spring into action, grab that person, and give them a good beating. "Teacher Chen, I didn't know you were in the classroom!" The principal led Qin Feng to the door, smiling and introducing, "This is the student who transferred from abroad—Qin Feng. I brought him here myself!" "It's you!" "It's you!"