What does it mean when enemies meet and grow more passionate than ever? Just look at Chen Yue to see it. What does it mean when joy turns to sorrow? Qin Dashi has perfectly embodied this moment. Chen Yue never expected that the outstanding freshman, hailed as fluent in over ten languages, would have teased her twice—none other than Qin Feng. Qin Feng himself was equally surprised: the beautiful woman he had outwitted just a few minutes ago was none other than his academic advisor. Chen’s beautiful face was filled with grit, while Qin Feng looked as if the heavens had collapsed—utterly stunning. The director had no idea what had transpired between them and simply chuckled, “Wait—aren’t you two acquainted? I mean, Qin Feng, didn’t you just return from abroad? How could you possibly have met Professor Chen?” Qin's expression gradually returned to normal. He didn't believe Chen Yue would turn against him publicly, and smiled warmly: "Actually, I've been back in China for some time now. I first happened to meet Professor Chen by chance, and I was absolutely amazed at the time. I never expected she would become my teacher—what a thrilling moment!" This explanation was truly flawless. The director was still beaming: "Really? That means you two are truly destined—Professor Chen, what do you think?" "Indeed, we share a strong connection. I've known his entire family..." Chen, the beautiful woman, nearly lost her patience again, her gritting teeth expression utterly comical. Qin had guessed right—she would certainly not turn against him in front of everyone. Though she had suffered significant setbacks on two occasions, those were things she simply couldn't bring herself to speak about, let alone publicize in front of her students. The headteacher didn't notice the spark in the two of them' s exchanged glances, still beaming happily, "That's wonderful! Since you two know each other, I won't say much more. Just chat, and I'll be off!" Qin, the young gentleman with a smile that could charm thousands of girls, had many female students holding up small mirrors to check their appearances, some even hastily applying makeup—racing against time. For days now, the news of this transfer student—handsome, well-off, and accomplished—had spread throughout the class. Being the focus of so many girls' attention naturally drew resentment from the boys. Right away, he adopted the air of a model student, politely addressing Chen Yue, who seemed ready to devour him whole, and said, "Chen Teacher, please assign me a seat!" Chen Yue suppressed her growing frustration, reminding herself that she had plenty of opportunities to deal with this boy. Once he was under her control, she could shape him however she wished—twist him, pull him, as she pleased. Her mood improved slightly, and with a thoughtful question, she said, "Then, where would you like to sit?" She felt it was important to create a little difficulty regarding seating—what if he ended up sitting beside her? Then he'd become the enemy of all the male students in the class, if not the entire school, and surely meet a tragic fate. Qin Feng, seeing the ball pass back to her, smiled and said, "I don't have any special preferences—of course, if I can sit beside a beautiful girl, I'll be delighted, since the old saying goes, 'When men and women work together, the work never gets tiring.' " At the moment he stood by the door, he had immediately spotted Lin Caivé. All the other girls had shown varying degrees of interest in him, making it easy to find someone who was looking down while everyone else was looking up. Chen, the beautiful girl, beamed even more—this was entirely your fault, not mine! She pointed in a direction and said, "Just sit there, right beside Lin Caivé." "Then what should I do?" the original classmate of Lin Meiyuan stood up and asked. Chen Yue pointed in another direction, "There are still empty seats over there—just go that way. Qin is new to the class and needs students with strong academic performance to guide him. Cai Wei is the top student in our class. You'll be doing a favor!" He settled down happily beside Lin Meiren, the subtle fragrance rising straight into the heavens—clearly not the scent of any perfume, but the innate body aroma of the woman herself. Just inhaling that fragrance was enough to make one feel refreshed and at ease; imagining future moments of subtle intimacy with her would surely be like living in paradise. When he looked up, however, he found Chen Yue gazing at him with a teasing expression. Not quite. According to expectations, she should have paired him with a "dinosaur-type" girl—someone more reserved—so as to settle the score. Why, then, had she chosen to go against the grain? Was there a hidden scheme? There surely was. He instantly grasped it. On one hand, Chen Yue wanted to make Qin Feng the enemy of all the male students in the class and the entire school. On the other hand, Lin Caixin was a cultivator—surely skilled in physical movements—and with Qin Feng’s habit of rushing in to take advantage of every beautiful girl, he would undoubtedly end up looking like a pig-headed fool. Chen’s confidence stems from that incident that happened earlier—she can still feel the swelling in her chest where the claws pressed. Even in her mind, she can already visualize Qin Feng being scolded, openly teasing the campus beauty. Such a move would definitely spark a chain reaction: after being beaten by the campus beauty, he’d surely face a barrage of abuse from the male students. Haha. Without realizing it, a rather smug smile spreads across her face. Noticing the students watching, she quickly suppresses it. Indeed, in her peripheral vision, she clearly sees Qin Feng, once he sits down, immediately beginning to tease Lin again. "You're Lin Caiwei, right? I'm Qin Feng. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you'll give me your continued support in the future. Thank you," Qin, the young nobleman, politely greets his classmate. Having undergone rigorous training in aristocratic etiquette, he’s so well-mannered that even when seated beside Queen Elizabeth of England, no one would find any fault with him. Polite people are generally well-liked regardless of the setting—even an ice-cold beauty manages to offer a subtle, understated smile: "Hello, feel free to ask me any questions. As long as I know the answer, I'll be happy to provide it!" An ice-cold beauty remains ice-cold—her words are courteous, measured, and restrained. The unspoken message is clear: anything I don't know, I won't answer—please don't bother me. "Ah, I'm sure you'll be able to answer all my questions," Qin said, maintaining his earlier expression and smiling warmly. "Beautiful, I really like you. Shall we get to know each other better?"