?Mobile reading Qin Feng took Lin Beauty up to the top floor of the building. Mei Hui and Fang Fang, who had just received the beauty pills, were overjoyed. The three women together warmed the pills and took them down, chatting and bustling as if there were endless topics to discuss. The task of delivering the pills to Huang Xiaoniu naturally fell to Qin, the young gentleman. Not long after, the Mitsubishi sedan stopped steadily at the entrance of XX Middle School. As before, he didn’t bother to speak to the security guard at the gate. He simply pulled out his officer’s ID from his pocket, tossed it over, and said, “I’m looking for Huang Xiaozhi from Class X of the first year.” “I’m sorry, only direct parents can request students to come out,” the guard said, his face lengthened as he held up a tablet computer, displaying Huang Xiaozhi’s name in Class X of the first year. Under the parent section, there was no mention of Qin Feng. “What?” Qin, the young gentleman, blinked in surprise—his trusted officer’s ID had failed to work this time. To be honest, previously, the officer had only shown the security staff a lieutenant's ID. Now, he's promoted to major, yet the major still isn't as good as a lieutenant. That's simply unjust. His face darkened, and he spoke with growing displeasure, "I've come to speak with this girl about something very important. Please don't interfere with my business!" He wasn't going to believe it—after he'd said this much, the security guard still dared to block him. The security guard, not at all respectful, replied, "Could you first call the principal or the head of the academic department? Or, alternatively, call the police and have them contact me directly. Otherwise…" "Otherwise, you're out of luck," Qin Feng said, kicking the heavy steel door with a force that sent it flying. The thick, square steel door, welded firmly, not only swung open but deformed significantly, crashing down hard on the security guard and sending him sprawling to the ground. "You dare to damage public property and hit someone?" The security guard's normally stoic, drawn-out expression—once full of tension and alarm—now had nothing but shock and panic left. "A mere gatekeeper, acting all proud—get out of my way!" Qin Feng barked, clearly indicating that the security guard had been deliberately obstructing him out of a bad mood. In reality, beyond his current mood, the security guard simply didn't believe Qin Feng's officer's ID was genuine. After all, how could a young man in his twenties possibly hold the rank of major? The security guard himself was a veteran, and in his mind, anyone carrying two stripes and two stars was already a senior leader in the military—someone who, at the very least, would be in his thirties, probably over thirty-five. Qin Feng snatched the ID from his hands and strode confidently inward. The security staff finally panicked, pulling out their walkie-talkies and shouting, "Someone has forced their way through the main gate, damaging it and assaulting the security guards. They're now heading toward the teaching building..." Private schools truly embody the principle of student-centeredness, while public flagship schools remain fundamentally focused on principals and teachers—student-centeredness is merely a well-articulated slogan. Though it was his first visit, he effortlessly located the classroom where the three little witches were studying. Whenever Huang Xiaoniu would coo and share stories about school life in his arms, he had repeatedly picked up cues that allowed him to determine the location—a fundamental skill for any accomplished assassin. Last time, it was Officer Shu who single-handedly entered Ping University; this time, it's him, Qin Daxiao, entering the high school. Outside the corridor, he spotted the three little witches through the glass windows: Wang Yujia sat in the second row, Fang Fang and Huang Xiaozi in the fourth. Wang Yujia was listening attentively, her small head slightly tilted upward. Fang Fei was gazing steadily at the lectern, yet it was clear she wasn't looking at the teacher's face—whether she was truly paying attention remained to be seen. As for Huang Xiaoniu, her head was drooping, and the two hands hidden beneath her desk were busy playing with something. It was immediately obvious who the good students were. Looking at the other students, many were scrolling on their phones, some were distracted, and even a few were dozing off. While the lecturer paused, Qin, the young nobleman, stepped to the door and announced in a clear voice, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Huang Xiaozhi..." "Uncle," Huang Xiaoniu called out brightly. "Uncle," Fang Fei and Wang Yujia followed slightly behind, but their voices were noticeably louder and synchronized, standing out in contrast to Huang Xiaoniu's. "I still need to find Fang Fei and Wang Yujia." He had to mention the names of these two girls to avoid appearing biased—otherwise, if they came together to treat Huang Xiaoniu unfairly, Huang Xiaoniu would surely suffer. The teacher paused, then nodded and said, "You three go out for a moment!" Only after the three girls bounced out excitedly did the teacher regain her composure, thinking to himself: How come all three of them call him 'uncle'? They don't seem to be related by blood, do they? "While patting her gently, he said, 'This one is called the Youth-Beauty Pill—it can keep a person's appearance unchanged for three years...' Huang Xiaoniu immediately replied, 'Then I'll pass. To stay the same for three years means I'd always look like a little girl—how could someone grow up and keep being a child forever, Brother-in-law?' That's a fair point. 'Exactly,' said Fang Xiaoniu, deliberately puffed out her chest. Among the three sisters, she had the largest bust, reportedly able to wear the bras her sister bought just before the latter graduated from university. 'Alright,' said Qin the Young, 'once your sister Weiwei successfully produces the Youth-Beauty Pill, we'll each give you one. You'll decide when to take them.' The Youth-Beauty Pill and the Youth-Beauty Pill differ only by one character, yet their effects are worlds apart—the former enhances skin texture and gives a healthy, rosy complexion, while the latter ensures one's appearance remains youthful and ageless. At the same time, the process of refining the Youth-Preserving Pill is far more complex—several times more complicated than that of the Beauty-Enhancing Pill. "Uncle, since you've come, why don't you take us out for a play?" Huang Xiaoniu, her eyes sparkling with excitement, suggested. Playing? You're having class right now—getting away from class isn't exactly what a good student does...咳, cough... It's no easy task to get the one who's always skipping class to say this. Honestly, I'm just being too generous, huh? "The person is right up there—yes, that young man, the one who impersonated a high-ranking officer, damaged the gate, and assaulted the security guards..." The man who had been guarding the entrance came here, supported by several security staff.