?Reading on smartphone In fact, when he said those words, Qin Feng still felt his heart beating nervously. After all, facing his girlfriend, announcing his intention to pursue another girl was quite an unprecedented move. Lin Caivai didn’t get upset—on the contrary, she gave him an encouraging gesture and nodded toward the beautiful female counselor walking toward the classroom, signaling that she was here, so he shouldn’t just stand idle—he should seize the moment and make a move right away. Chen Yue, stepping onto the podium with her two legs clad in stunning silk stockings, was surprised to find a large bouquet of roses placed on the table. “Who sent this?” she asked, slightly taken aback. In her memory, it had been a long time since anyone had brought her flowers—suddenly having this bouquet felt rather out of the ordinary, and she felt a genuine spark of excitement. After all, no matter how high a girl’s standards, she always hopes to receive more attention. A male student replied, "It was a staff member from Xin Xin Florist at the school gate who delivered it—earlier than I arrived. The classroom door was closed at the time, so he waited outside for a while." Such a large bouquet required at least ninety-nine flowers. Chen Yue smiled and said, "Now everyone has materials to decorate the classrooms and dormitories—just as before. Let's divide them up!" A girl sitting in the front row tilted her head and asked, "Chen Teacher, wouldn't you like to check who sent the flowers?" "Ah, yes—you're right. I should definitely find out who's this time becoming the unwitting recipient." With a smile, she pulled out a card from among the flowers and read it. A gentle blush had already crept up to her rosy cheeks. Lin Caivie gently poked Qin Feng in the abdomen and said, "Looks like things are going to get complicated. This is the first time she's blushed since receiving the flowers—definitely someone she's interested in. You'd better act quickly, or you'll truly lose out to someone else!" Qin, the young nobleman, chuckled and said, "As long as I can master "Seeing his confident demeanor, Lin Beauty's face changed instantly: 'Is this bouquet really yours?' 'By heaven and earth, we arrived together this morning. Did I have time to buy flowers?' He lifted his chin, speaking with haughty pride: 'When my brother pursues girls, he never uses flowers as props!' 'Then what about the bouquet you gave me last time?' 'Ah, well, that was an accident. If you're satisfied, that's settled!' 'I'm going to kill you!' Chen Yue glanced at the roses. Though she felt a bit reluctant, she had already made her point earlier. With a determined expression, she said: 'You all come up here and divide it among yourselves!' Qin Feng clearly saw her tuck the card into the only pocket on her dress. He whispered to the woman seated beside her: 'It's up to you now!' 'Don't worry,' Lin Beauty said with confidence, 'I'll find out who actually sent the flowers.' Indeed, fifteen minutes later, she excused herself to chat with Chen teacher, and seamlessly slipped the card out unnoticed. As she sat down, she handed it to Qin Feng. He happily accepted it, but his face immediately fell upon reading the contents—the signature name was: Sun Cheng. Above the signature, a finely written short lyric was penned: "Tonight, the east wind bursts forth, scattering thousands of flowers; It stirs the stars to fall like rain. Luxurious horses and carved carriages fill the roads with fragrance. The sound of phoenix flutes dances, the jade chalice glimmers, and the fish and dragon dancers perform all night. Dainty girls wear willow flowers and golden threads, their laughter and fragrance drifting softly. Searching for him among the crowd a thousand times, only to turn and find him—there, at the dimly lit, quiet corner." Lin, marveling, said, "No way! Seeing this Song dynasty poem—so often used in TV dramas—Chen teacher actually blushed. I never thought that possible!" "Upon sudden回首, there he stands, amidst the dimming lights—add to that, the question of what love truly is, compelling people to give their lives for it. These lines, indeed, have been worn thin by countless historical costume dramas. One would think such clichés could hardly fool even a young girl still in school. Yet, when the beautiful counselor saw them, she clearly showed genuine emotional response. Qin, the young man, even began to suspect whether she had ever watched a single historical drama, and wanted to ask her if she were truly a modern person. After a moment of thoughtful reflection, he offered two possibilities: 'I believe there are two explanations—first, she did it intentionally; second, she was genuinely moved by the poem!' The beautiful counselor also weighed in: 'The first explanation seems unlikely, since it offers no tangible benefit to Chen Teacher. Even if she wanted to project an image of being in love, there would be no need to choose a newly transferred student just to create that impression.' 'Then it must be that she was truly touched,' he mused, 'and perhaps they already share a quiet affection.' Lin Meiren shook her head and said, "It's impossible that fast. I know Chen Teacher well—she's naturally slow to warm up, and she's full of beautiful fantasies about love. Even when she truly falls for someone, she won't rush headlong like some 'flower-crazy' girls who want to win over her heart at every cost. She'll definitely need to put in some real effort!" He chuckled, "Then what about you—do you fall for the flowers or are you reserved?" "Of course—I'm sick of you, you're so self-satisfied and all about your own advantage!" Lin Meiren gave him a scolding look, then huffed, "This fine cabbage of mine, which you've managed to push aside so quickly, isn't it all because of that bottle of wine? If you dare to make fun of me again on this, I'll give you a good beating!" "Alright, alright—I'll never mention it again!" He quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, soothingly saying, "My dear little Weiwei, how could you possibly be a flower-crazy girl? Our meeting must be pure fate—haha!" "Hmph, that's just how you put it off," Lin Meiren pushed him, but couldn't dislodge him, so she simply let it go and said, "What are you going to do? It seems Master Chen has a special fondness for the young man named Sun—definitely can't let Sun succeed!" As the daughter of a cultivator and a common woman, Lin Caiwei understood better than anyone how, in such unions, the female partner usually ends up in a tragic situation—just like her mother, who still isn't recognized by the Lin family. Without her own cultivation abilities, her mother would have likely been expelled long ago. Cultivators, often restless and yearning for adventure, typically seek out women merely to satisfy their physical needs; once they grow bored, they simply pack up and leave. This isn't uncommon in the cultivation world. Even the most devoted and emotionally sincere cultivators often find themselves unable to share a lifetime with their ordinary spouses due to their vastly longer lifespans. Qin Feng is different—he has the ability to transform girls he has grown close to into cultivators. With this, everyone will share the same lifespan and can stay together forever. He nods seriously and says, "Don't worry. I'll absolutely ensure that Sun doesn't get his hands on any of the beautiful teaching assistants. That man never stops fussing once he's hurt—seems like we were too gentle with him back then. Next time, I'll make sure he doesn't escape unscathed!"