On the second day, under Chen Yue's command, a larger bouquet of flowers was quickly claimed by the female students. On the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth days, the bouquets grew bigger each day, filling several female dormitories with roses, and even the male dormitories were not spared. Petals were often spotted on the classroom floor. Qin Feng and Lin Caivui exchanged glances, and with a slightly hesitant tone, said, "Why are you glaring at me, Weiwei? I don't think I've done anything wrong or said anything out of place." Lin Caivui huffed, "You didn't promise me you'd take the initiative to handle Teacher Chen's matters promptly? Why has it always been Sun Sheng who's delivering the flowers—never once have I seen you step up!" "Actually, it's about this matter," Qin said with a hearty laugh, lowering his voice. "I've done quite a bit of research to uncover the real plot behind Mr. Sun. Haven't you seen Ms. Sha these days? I'll be honest—she's been sent out with me. She's been accompanying Professor Chen around 24 hours a day. As long as Mr. Sun steps out, he'll have to face consequences!" Lin asked, "Has he actually appeared?" Qin shook his head. "Not yet. I suspect he's still recovering from his injuries, or perhaps he's deliberately keeping things cool with the lovely counselor. But I'm quite certain he'll make an appearance soon!" "Why so confident?" Lin remained puzzled. He gestured toward the lectern. "Didn't you notice that the bouquet today has suddenly become smaller, yet the flowers have changed to more expensive purple roses? That boy must have realized that Chen Yue has already accepted him and will surely appreciate his flowers!" "As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Yue stepped in, carried by a gentle fragrance. Today she had applied a light makeup, making her delicate complexion appear even more porcelain-like. The eyeliner enhanced the already lively gaze of her bright eyes, giving them an even more radiant look. Her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a coffee-brown dress, paired with a sleek, dark pencil skirt, and elegant mid-to-high heel shoes with shimmering accents—clearly having taken special care to dress up before leaving. When she saw the bouquet of purple roses, her eyes lit up, and she said, 'The person who delivered the flowers is quite persistent. Thanks to his efforts over the past few days, our classroom and all the dormitories have now been filled with the scent of flowers. Perhaps the teacher should, at least, reluctantly accept it...' 'Chen Teacher, there's a problem with the flowers,' Qin Feng interrupted her, standing up. 'There's a problem? What kind of problem?' Chen Yue asked, honestly enjoying the purple roses and genuinely impressed by the consistency and dedication of the person who had been sending them. Qin Feng stood up with great conviction and walked over to say, "The pollen of this flower is toxic. About eighty percent of people who inhale its fragrance will experience allergic reactions..." "Nonsense! Eighty percent? Why haven't everyone else been affected?" Chen Yue interrupted him. Most of the classmates were also skeptical. It was reasonable to believe that certain flowers might trigger pollen allergies in certain individuals—symptoms like shortness of breath or shock were plausible. But what about such severe reactions? Qin Feng had already reached the lectern, pointing at the flower and saying, "You have to hold the bloom close and inhale deeply—the effect only then takes place. I haven't even finished speaking yet. Eighty percent will develop allergies, five percent will faint or go into shock, and the remaining fifteen percent will suffocate to death!" Chen Yue tightened her lips. "I'd rather doubt your claim than believe it. As your counselor, I'll personally conduct an experiment to prove that everything you've said is pure fiction!" With that, she lifted the fresh flowers and held them close to her nose, pretending to take a deep breath in order to expose Qin Feng's falsehood. No one had noticed that Qin Dashi had a faint glow emanating from the hand hidden along his side. The beautiful teaching assistant looked utterly relaxed, enjoying the rich, distinctive fragrance of the flowers—just a few whiffs and her mood instantly brightened. As she lifted her eyes to speak, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She quickly reached out to steady herself on the lectern, and the rose petals fell to the ground. Qin Feng shouted, "It's serious—this is a severe pollen allergy! Ms. Chen, hold on! I'm taking you to the hospital right away!" With that, he dashed forward, picked up the teaching assistant, and carried her across the room. The students were all stunned. When they finally regained their composure, Qin Feng and Ms. Chen had already disappeared. In their place, the distinctive engine roar of the Jeep came to life, and several students leaned out of the windows to watch the car glide away, leaving behind a trail of quiet awe. "It seems genuine—the flowers aren't just flowers at all; they're clearly toxic." The students flocked around the cluster of purple roses lying on the ground, all stepping back with growing apprehension, afraid they too might fall victim. "Qin must be the most experienced among us. I hope he can get Professor Chen to the hospital promptly—Professor Chen absolutely mustn't get hurt." One male student, deeply regretful for not having stepped in earlier to save the beautiful girl, lamented. Professor Chen's expression was anything but composed—hard to tell whether it was a mixture of苦笑 or genuine surprise. Others might not know, but she was well aware: Chen hadn't suffered from pollen allergy at all. She had clearly been struck by a spell used by a cultivator. How clever was Qin Feng! To devise such a scheme specifically to target the beautiful female counselor—truly, truly brilliant. She felt it was her duty to "clean up" her boyfriend's mess, standing up and walking to the podium, picking up the roses with a firm demeanor and declaring to the astonished students, "To see someone resort to such means to harm our respected Professor Chen is simply outrageous—I'd like to find out who exactly is behind this gesture!" She braved what could have been a life-threatening moment, extracting a red card from the bouquet and reading aloud, "Presented by student Sun Cheng, with heartfelt admiration for Professor Chen—I hope you will accept my affection. These flowers represent my deepest feelings..." It was Sun Cheng. The students were incensed; it now made sense why they had been consistently sending flowers to the counselor—after all, it had been a calculated move. Several angry male students, fists clenched, stormed off to confront Sun Cheng. "It truly is the case that we know people well in appearance but not in essence—how could we have imagined that Sun Cheng was so treacherous?" Lin Meiyuan inherited Qin Daxiao's admirable style of seizing opportunities when you're vulnerable—“Since he first showed up in our class, I've always thought he wasn't a good person. To see him reach out to our beloved Chen teacher is simply unbearable!” A male student, influenced by her, added: “Sun has been absent from class for several days now. If he's targeting Chen teacher, he certainly won't dare to step forward!” Lin Meiyuan continued: “I'll take care of this bouquet—leave it here, it's simply too dangerous!” With that, she stepped out of the classroom. The students were deeply moved, thinking that Lin Meiyuan not only looked beautiful but also showed such courage, making great sacrifices for everyone's safety. Outside, Lin Caivé pretended to toss the bouquet into the trash chute, in reality placing it inside her necklace box to ensure it would go unnoticed. She then clapped her hands and smiled to herself: “Bad husband, I can only get things this far for you. What comes next will have to be your own responsibility.”