?Reading on mobile phone Listened to Sun Cheng's words, Chen Yue's face darkened. She thought: You're not stupid at all—you've immediately taken notice of our class's top girl and school's beauty. Unfortunately, you came a little too late—the ice mountain snow lotus has already been plucked. However, she then realized that causing a little trouble for Qin Feng would be beneficial. Having Sun Cheng and Lin Caiwei sit together would surely make Qin Feng spill his cup of vinegar. Yes, that's exactly what she'd do. Especially when she saw Qin Feng glaring angrily at Sun Cheng, she felt even more confident in her decision. Clearing her throat, she said, "Well then, when Qin Feng transferred to our school, Caiwei was responsible for guiding the new students. I think that's a good arrangement. So, Qin Feng, you'd better pack up your things and make room for the new students!" Qin Feng scoffed, "Don't even dream of it!" "Chen Yue slammed the table: 'What do you mean? What attitude is this? When you first asked to sit with Cai Wei, I agreed right away—without hesitation, I even moved her original seatmate aside. Now it's your turn. What right do you have to say no!'" But Qin Feng and Lin Caiwei were looking utterly exasperated, since the seat Sun Cheng had pointed to was right across from hers, separated only by a narrow corridor. Though not seated at the same table, they were undoubtedly neighbors. This way, not only had he elevated his status, but he had also brought himself closer to Lin Caiwei. Soon, Sun Cheng sat proudly in the seat he had chosen, offering her a smile that he believed was particularly charming. "Feng, what do you think he's after?" she asked. Qin, after a moment's thought, replied, "Back then, Grandfather Lin Fenglei didn't treat you as a mere commodity—he actually offered you to numerous cultivators, didn't he? I think Sun Cheng is very likely one of them!" "Yes, very likely," she added, analyzing further, "especially since Grandfather didn't receive any benefit from you. He must have deliberately created some discomfort by sending others to bother us." After seating himself, Sun Cheng maintained his previous smile and gently greeted Lin Beauty: "Good day! I hope you'll continue to be kind to me." Lin Beauty merely glanced at him sideways and gave a soft huff. This instantly satisfied Qin's sense of vanity—after all, who doesn't wish their girlfriend to have no room for anyone else but themselves. With a cheerful smile, Qin reached for Lin Beauty's hand, and if it weren't for the presence of teachers and classmates, he would have certainly kissed her as a reward. Chen Yue stared at Qin Feng with a challenging gaze, her eyes filled with the expression of "I'm waiting—don't think I'll let this go." Qin immediately responded with equal determination: "Don't even think about being alone—otherwise, it won't stop at a simple kiss or a shared meal." At this moment, Sun Cheng, still persistent, softly said to his companion, "Esteemed friend, allow me to extend my greetings. Might I ask which sect or guild you belong to?" Indeed, his actions matched exactly what the two had anticipated. Moreover, the way Sun Cheng approached Lin Caivéi was remarkably similar to the way Qin Feng had first approached her. Unfortunately, Lin had developed immunity to such approaches. While Sun Cheng’s directness was indeed correct, the only flaw was that he had followed in Qin’s footsteps—believing himself to be well-mannered and graceful—only to be perceived by Lin as nothing short of a mere clown. It was much like when someone newly arriving in a foreign environment feels excited upon meeting their first fellow native, but how long can that excitement last as more and more such acquaintances arrive. According to Sun Cheng’s expectation, Lin should have been stirred by hearing the term “comrade,” and at the very least, she should have shown him some warmth and enthusiasm. Yet the outcome fell far short of his expectations. Lin glanced at him, then turned to Qin Feng and said, “Why don’t we switch seats?” “That sounds great,” Qin Feng readily agreed, and the two exchanged places, all while Sun Cheng stared in astonishment. Thus, Qin Feng and Sun Cheng ended up sitting at adjacent tables. Sun Cheng's smile vanished completely—he hadn't expected Lin Caiwei to be so disrespectful, especially to deliberately switch seats with his, which was a significant challenge to his sense of dignity. Just as he was about to react, Qin Feng chuckled and said, "Sun classmate, I should say Sun friend—may I ask, what level are you at?" Sun Cheng was first taken aback, thinking, "I didn't expect him to be a cultivator at all; he's concealed his spiritual energy so well, matching my own. He looked at him with a stern expression: "Friend, asking someone about their level right upon meeting them—doesn't that seem rather impolite?" Qin, the young noble, still maintained his cheerful smile: "Then, what about someone who asks about one's sect right upon first meeting? Isn't that even less polite?" Sun Cheng's face turned crimson. While sect information could be kept confidential or shared at will, it was generally considered private—its level of formality depended entirely on the recipient's own feelings. "Sorry to be so abrupt—please don't mind me at all." He gritted his teeth, lowering his posture, thinking that in a small city like Pingyang, there were already two cultivators, and they were even sitting together as classmates and neighbors—was that really a coincidence? "Rest assured, we're quite generous and won't hold it against you, after all, haha." Qin Feng spoke with the tone of an elder instructing a younger disciple. Sun Cheng was about to be furious. He had come to the secular world with full confidence, precisely to win the favor of Lin Caiwei—widely regarded as the number one beauty in the cultivation realm, and countless people had longed to become her partner. Yet, before Lin Caiwei graduated from university, she had to live in the secular society, and most of them chose to wait until she returned to her family after graduation before launching their pursuit. In Sun Cheng’s view, among so many contenders, it would be extremely difficult to stand out. Rather than compete with a crowd, he believed it was better to act first—once the matter was settled and matured, others would only be left to envy him.