?Mobile reading Qin Feng had intended to lull Lin Caiwei back home so he could spend a nice evening with her, indulging in a proper double practice. However, Lin, the elegant beauty, simply wouldn't be convinced, insisting on returning to school, citing that staying overnight away from her dorm would damage her goddess reputation. Eighty Electronic Books (txt02.com) To his dismay, he had no choice but to send her back as planned. Yet it was heartening that, under his influence, the ice-cold beauty had not only skipped classes but also ended up sharing a rohan bed with him. Once such a situation had occurred, how far could it be from her being considered a night-stay guest? According to the original task requirements, strictly speaking, he had already made contact with individuals from the cultivation world. Yet he had no intention of informing Wei Qingtian about this, for fear that the old man might perceive the task as overly simple and thus reevaluate its difficulty. To be honest, his major rank has still not been officially confirmed, so not only can't he receive recognition for his efforts, he has to emphasize the difficulties of the mission—sometimes even feigning reluctance, putting additional pressure on Old Wei. In the evenings, he naturally spends quality time wrapped in the arms of two stunning beauties, Mei Hui and Fang Fang, while casually mentioning the situation with Lin Caiwei. Since he first accepted the assignment, several of the women—including Shu Yajing—had already known his intention to study at Pingda University, so there was no need to conceal anything further. After undergoing dual training with the lovely Lin, he felt a significant enhancement in his internal spiritual energy, and during his subsequent encounters with the two women, he displayed greater vigor and strength than before. As he rose from the breathless arms of the beautiful CEO, he rushed toward the already drenched assistant, whose modest gasp only paused briefly before filling the entire bedroom once again. Another nearly hour passed, just as he was about to send out the essence, a sudden tremor erupted in his Dan Tian. The spiraling qi surged rapidly, drawing the dispersed spiritual energy flowing through his meridians back and instantly absorbing it completely. He was momentarily stunned. "Whoa! This is definitely a sign of progression!" Though only advancing from a lower to a mid-grade in the Quicken-Bone stage, it was enough to make him delighted. After all, it had taken him no more than about two weeks to progress from the Strong-Body stage to the Quicken-Bone stage—such speed would surely command even Lin Caiwei's admiration. Precisely because of this delay, the very essence that was supposed to emerge had once again retreated. He chuckled, realizing he'd have to keep working hard. "Well, I guess that's just my nature—always busy, always working. What can I do?" The beautiful female assistant below was terrified. After giving it her all, she had finally reached the point where she was about to succeed and could finally rest. Yet, just as she was on the verge of falling asleep, he suddenly sprang back to life, as vibrant as ever—what kind of sense does that make? Fang Fang quickly pleaded for mercy; with no choice, he had to go find Mei Hui again. Fortunately, the beautiful CEO had rested for nearly an hour and regained some strength, enabling her to hold her own in another battle. It was better than having to rely on his own fifth daughter—Qin was quite satisfied. Above all, the joy of his promotion meant he could show off to Lin the next morning—wah, what a delight! The next morning at dawn, refreshed and energetic, he arrived at the classroom only to find his seat beside his desk empty. Strange—Lin always arrived among the earliest, so what had happened today? Hadn’t he come early? He checked his wristwatch—less than seven minutes until the class bell. He shrugged and sat down at his usual spot. Only when the bell rang did Lin Caiwei rush in, hurriedly making her way to her seat, never once glancing at Qin. This left him quite disappointed, and he mumbled, "Wife, Vivian, why so late? Did you not sleep well yesterday, or has something else come up?" "You're killing me! We agreed yesterday—we weren't to reveal our true relationship in front of the classmates!" Lin Beauty reached up and squeezed his soft waist, rotating him while she said fiercely, "You dare call me your wife? You want to die, don't you? You have to pursue me—pursue me relentlessly, understand?" If Lin Beauty hadn't mentioned it, Qin Feng would have completely forgotten about the whole matter. Pursue me? Pursue me relentlessly? What's the point? Because Lin Beauty had said yesterday: to preserve the image of her ice-cold, reserved persona, no matter how intense Qin's advances, the outcome would always be the same—rejection. Of course, in the end, Lin Beauty would be moved by his unwavering determination and would accept his love in front of the classmates. Yet when exactly he would accept it was entirely up to Lin Beauty—not something he could decide on his own. In other words, if Lin Beauty wanted him to suffer a bit more, all she needed to do was simply remain firm and refuse. For any man, this situation was truly heartbreaking. "Understood," he said, his head drooping. After all, Lin Beauty had already become his woman, and satisfying the demands of the girls around him had always been his priority. She received his satisfactory response and quickly regained her previous ice-cold demeanor, though she lowered her voice slightly to add, "Last night, I didn't sleep well at all—I kept turning and flipping throughout the entire night. It was all because of you, this big bad guy of yours!" "What exactly did I do?" Qin, the young magnate, was completely puzzled. The beauty blushed slightly and murmured softly, "Every time I closed my eyes, I'd think of you—of your bad behavior, of all the things you've done to me—and then I'd find it impossible to fall asleep. So, you're truly to blame!" "He was delighted and had been having insomnia, right? As long as I hold you in my arms to sleep, you'll definitely rest well—wahahaha. He also lowered his voice and said, 'I've promoted from lower to mid-tier—didn't you notice?' Lin, the beautiful girl, only then realized how different his demeanor had become compared to yesterday. Before she could ask any questions, the instructor Chen Yue entered, immediately saying, 'Who skipped class yesterday afternoon? What a bold move!' Today, the beautiful female counselor wore a coffee-colored office-style dress, paired with black tights and dark-colored high heels on her feet—quite comparable to the office professionals working in the administrative buildings. Yet she carried a frosty expression, making the students below so nervous they couldn't even take a deep breath. Especially the group who skipped class yesterday afternoon—besides a faint smile of resignation, they showed no other expressions." Absences from classes are a common occurrence in universities, and whether it's the academic advisors or instructors, most adopt a hands-off approach—keeping one eye open and the other closed. A few more rigorous instructors, however, will keep track of students who miss classes, and once they accumulate three absences, they'll mark the student as failing at the end of the semester, creating some hassle for the students during graduation. Chen Yue has always been a warm, approachable counselor, deeply admired by her students. In the past, she handled students who missed classes with a gentle, patient approach—only recently, she has found herself appearing visibly upset in front of the class, which is the first time. Lin Caivai is feeling tense. It's her first time missing class, and she's been caught on the spot by her instructor, which has left her quite anxious.