?Reading on mobile phone How to review—Chen Yue felt uncertain. According to her initial expectations, Qin Feng would definitely not be able to draw well; she intended to thoroughly embarrass him, concluding with the remark, "Is this really what overseas elite graduates are capable of?" With the increasing number of people now claiming the title of overseas returnees and elites, many of them actually struggle to make it abroad—or have always pursued it merely as a way to gain prestige before returning home. Some even pay substantial fees to obtain diplomas from so-called "second-rate" universities. These individuals, feeling insecure, often create and emphasize non-existent accolades to earn others' respect. Chen Yue and Qin Feng had met before, and she had never sensed any artistic flair in him—this lack of confidence prompted her to seek an opportunity to embarrass him in front of others. Yet the outcome turned out to be quite the opposite: Qin Feng delivered a stunning performance. As for this "new" style of painting, she had never seen anything like it—how could she possibly judge it? The way he simply walked through the scene and captured every detail, every landscape, and every nuance with such precision—how could she possibly say anything negative? Surely, it would have to be praise. Chen Yue was absolutely reluctant. After all, she had just been "served tofu" by this man—her first kiss had been taken from her, and her body had been thoroughly explored. Now, in front of the entire class, she was expected to publicly praise him—wouldn't that only fuel his arrogance? After some thought, she decided to downplay his performance and said, "Your technique is indeed fresh and innovative, but your approach is overly realistic. Art originates from reality, yet it should never stop evolving—its purpose should not be merely to reproduce reality in a straightforward way. In fact, works that are too realistic often feel hollow and dull. Wouldn't it be better simply to take photographs?" Honestly, Qin Feng quite agreed with this assessment. Yet, he was equally determined not to yield to Chen Yue. With a smile, he countered, "Chen Teacher, does my painting resemble a photograph?" "Seriously? How could it possibly be a photograph? Chen, the beautiful lady, shakes her head. "If it's not a photograph, then 'realism' merely refers to the placement of paths and trees—this shows that I've accurately pinpointed the location. Isn't that the most fundamental aspect of painting? As for the expression, it's just a pencil—how could it be empty and dull?" Qin, the young gentleman, smiles and asks. In China, for thousands of years, influenced by Confucius' enduring legacy, challenging one's teacher's opinion has traditionally been considered an act of defying one's ancestors; however, Qin Feng is from abroad, and foreign educators place greater emphasis on students expressing their individuality. They never hesitate to point out their teachers' mistakes and often encourage students to identify and highlight their teachers' errors, treating students and teachers as equals. Therefore, Qin's challenge is seen as a natural outcome of differing educational philosophies and is entirely appropriate. Chen Yue feels she has stumbled into a predicament. She grits her teeth and says, "I didn't say you were wrong!" "Then, what Miss Chen means is that I am right." Qin Feng deliberately blinked several times, his gaze boldly fixed on her prominent breasts, and smiled warmly, saying, "Is that what you mean, right?" Feeling the intense, probing intensity of his gaze, Chen, the beautiful woman, gritted her teeth and hummed, "Yes, that's exactly it!" Qin, the young gentleman, beamed even more, saying, "I'm truly delighted to receive my teacher's encouragement. Chen Teacher, please rest assured—I will definitely keep on receiving, receiving, receiving!" These playful, teasing remarks only intensified Chen Yue's anger; had it not been for the students present, she would have stormed over and fought with him right then and there. Though he had once again secured a clear advantage in front of the beautiful counselor, Qin remained utterly unmoved, for he was well aware that Chen Yue would surely keep finding ways to trouble him in the days ahead. He sat back down at his seat and gave Lin, the beautiful woman, a mischievous smile. Lin immediately clenched her fists, thinking: If you dare to give me that smug look again, I'll knock you out. The results once again let her down. As soon as Qin, the young gentleman, sat down, he became very proper, holding his head high like the other students, continuing to admire the large artwork still displayed on the blackboard. Chen, the beautiful girl, found an excuse and hurried out of the classroom like she was fleeing. The news that a transfer student had become the school's top beauty and was now seated beside her quickly spread among the students via mobile phones. By the time Qin learned about it, the original post on the founder's Weibo had been retweeted thousands of times, with countless comments. The majority of the comments were critical of him—many of them sternly warned him: don't provoke Lin, the goddess of the campus, or you'll meet a very unfortunate end. This left him deeply frustrated. How come no one had posted about the incident when he had calmly held the entire class in awe with his painting? Why hadn't anyone mentioned that he and Lin were a perfect match? Are all of your eyes only used for venting complaints? The most frustrating aspect was Lin's attitude toward him—she simply saw him as transparent. No matter how comically he moved or expressed himself, she always responded in one way: indifference. He had originally thought the task would be so simple that just Bubbles would be enough to complete it. Now it's clear that the beginning of any endeavor is always the hardest part. In the office, Chen, the beautiful woman, not only gritted her teeth but also frequently lifted her legs, firmly stepping her feet down onto the floor as if the tiles beneath were not magnetic, but rather Qin Feng himself. The male colleagues working alongside her kept drooling—this was the first time Chen had shown such a visibly irritated expression, and it was absolutely endearing. In the eyes of her colleagues, as a young woman who had just taken on the role of counselor, she was truly a goddess. She always carried herself with an air of lofty dignity, maintaining an unyielding grace that made people feel she was someone best admired from afar and never to be approached too closely. Now, the anger on her face seems more like a young girl's pout—the goddess has seemingly descended from heaven to earth, though only slightly transformed, yet this change gives everyone a sense of warmth and approachability. Someone couldn't help but ask, "Chen Teacher, what's wrong? Who dared to upset you so much that you no longer want to keep up?" The remark immediately resonated with the other colleagues, who quickly expressed their indignation, as if each time the goddess named someone, they would rush to confront that person. Chen Yue blushed slightly, realizing for the first time that her own expression had been awkward and had affected the others. "It's nothing really—just a few little things that have me a bit unhappy," she said vaguely, suddenly feeling it was necessary to invite everyone's suggestions. She thought that pooling ideas together would be far better than carrying her own thoughts alone, and thus said, "What are some ways we can discipline a misbehaving student?" "Everyone was delighted. While they might not be able to offer satisfying answers on other matters, when it came to disciplining students, each of them was a seasoned expert. Soon, one after another began sharing their experiences in handling students. Then, the second person, eager not to fall behind, stepped forward to present their own views. At first, their remarks were all about civilized approaches, but by the end, they were launching a series of more decisive, impactful strategies—so much so that even the oldest professor grew increasingly embarrassed."