Clack. Chen Yue gave a solid clap on the lectern, her voice clear and loud. Qin Feng instinctively stopped speaking, his eyes constantly scanning the woman’s hand—curious as to whether it might be aching. Surely it must be painful, right? After all, how could she not care for her own hand when the blackboard eraser was so crisp and never hurt? The new辅导员, fresh out of the training program—how could she possibly withstand such treatment? The classroom fell silent. Everyone lowered their heads, relieved that Qin Feng had stepped forward to absorb the brunt of the criticism. Lin, the beautiful counselor, kept glancing at him, ready to rise and join him should the situation escalate. "Now you're claiming to have a valid excuse for skipping class—what about the bank heist, the seduction of high school students? Do you think you're some kind of hero?" Chen Yue pointed firmly at his nose, her voice rising. "You've only just transferred here—how can you already be skipping classes? Are you even grateful to your parents who've worked so hard to afford your education? You're so smooth-talking—what do you have to say?" She saw Qin Feng quickly raise his right hand, adhering to the principle of free speech, and gave him the opportunity to speak. "Report, my parents are both gone," Qin said in a quiet, reflective tone. "The transfer has nothing to do with them. My mother passed away over a decade ago, and my father passed away just a few months ago. And I haven't even been able to see them one last time!" Chen Yue was stunned—this boy was an orphan. The records seemed to indicate that, but she clearly remembered there was no mention of "orphan" in the original entry. It wasn't surprising—on the forms detailing Qin Feng's parents, the entries simply stated "deceased," and Chen Yue had not paid much attention to that detail. She had originally intended to reprimand him for his parents' efforts, only to find out that his parents had passed away long before, leaving her beautiful counseling officer embarrassed. "That doesn't excuse you from attending classes," she insisted firmly. "Qin Feng, it's one thing to miss a class alone, but to take other classmates with you—this is particularly serious!" The students looked at each other, and it turned out that quite a few had skipped class yesterday. As for who truly stood out, it wasn't Qin Daxiao, but Lin Caivwei. With Lin Caivwei missing from the art studio, the boys were nearly frantic—yet everyone instinctively assumed she had taken a leave of absence, since she was such a model student; how could she possibly have skipped class? She wasn't being dragged along. Several of the students who had skipped class quickly shook their heads, insisting they hadn't been the ones being carried. Under everyone's skeptical gaze, Lin Caivwei slowly stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Chen. I shouldn't have skipped class!" Qin Feng was puzzled—how did she know he had been dragging Lin Caivwei along together? It turned out that during their journey to Wuyue Club yesterday afternoon, Chen Yue, who was seated in the taxi coming from the opposite direction, had spotted them. Of course, she couldn't see clearly—only vaguely perceived that the person seated in the driver's seat was Qin Feng, while the passenger in the front seat remained completely out of sight, thanks to Qin's younger brother's rugged Jeep, whose license plate number was said to be legendary—like a bomb, so famous that it was hard not to recognize. The young female instructor kept a close eye on the matter, checking the headcount from the window of the studio in the afternoon, and indeed, neither Qin Feng nor Lin Caiwei was present. With a sense of revenge in mind, she saw this as a perfect opportunity—she felt it would be a great waste of her efforts if she didn't make good use of it. So early in the morning, she came forward to confront them. First, she launched a stern criticism of Qin Feng's absences; second, she dragged Lin Caiwei into the situation, creating the impression that both had skipped class together, and then spread the news through the students. After all, the small forest date incident and the subsequent visit to the small restaurant had already become well-known at Ping University, and Qin Feng had already earned the title of the most hated figure among all the male students. All she needed to do was to pour fuel on the fire, fully igniting the boys' anger and prompting them to launch various attacks against Qin Feng—then she could simply sit back and watch the drama unfold with a cheerful smile. Chen Yue wasn't one to hold grudges, yet she had never given up on avenging herself against this persistent troublemaker. To this day, Professor Chen has not lifted her restriction from being confined at home; neighbors still cast pointed glances at her. Add to that the passionate kiss incident in the office building, despite successfully setting a trap and exacting revenge on him during their museum visit, she still felt deeply unsatisfied. The satisfying beat-down she delivered to the fake traffic officers and the police who defended them on her way back made her feel energized, but it still failed to heal the wounds Qin, the young lord, had inflicted upon her. Especially each time she returned home and faced her father's blackened face stretched as long and taut as a donkey's, she found herself inevitably stirred to take revenge. The more she thought about it, the more certain she became that she would eventually put her plans into action. Now, the first step has basically been accomplished, and she intends to add a few more touches before moving on to the second step. Gazing straight at him, the beautiful counselor declared, "Qin Feng, although you're a transfer student, I must clearly tell you that your conduct evaluation for this semester is poor—extremely poor!" Qin, the young noble, shrugged. So what? It didn't matter to him. After all, a conduct evaluation was just that—what could be so significant? It wasn't even a failing grade. And if it were, with Mr. Wei's connections, it could easily be resolved. Perhaps this very evaluation would even be erased. The counselor continued, "Not only will I give you this evaluation, but I'll make it known to the entire student body that you're a rule-breaker!" This was indeed excessive. He had simply skipped his own classes—what did he inconvenience anyone else about? He sighed with growing despair, realizing that his reputation now truly stood on the brink of irreparable damage. Chen Yue saw his look of helplessness and felt a surge of satisfaction. She then moved on to the next step, turning to the Lin beauty and saying, "You've always been such a good student, haven't you? How could you have skipped class together with him? Wasn't he the one who encouraged and persuaded you? You used to never skip class at all! Where has Qin Feng, that bad boy, taken you all these years?" Lin beauty recalled what had happened yesterday afternoon and blushed deeply, unsure of what to say. The entire class was now focused on these two. Even more impressively, some students had quietly taken photos and posted them on Weibo under the headline: "The Ice-City Beauty Conquered by the Bad Boy, Skipping Class Together—Strictly Scolded by the Counselor." The beautiful counselor, standing above them, observed every move of the students below with clear attention—certainly not missing the one who had taken the photos and posted the updates. A subtle upward curve of her lips revealed how smoothly her plan had unfolded. The entire class was waiting for Lin's reply. Qin Feng quickly gave her a glance, signaling that she mustn't tell the truth. Lin Caivui pouted at him, clearly indicating that she wouldn't tell the truth—how could she possibly face everyone with such an embarrassing revelation? Qin, smiling and shaking his head, was right—how could she possibly be that naive? After all, he was just worried too much.