Lin Feng waited a while — nothing from his phone.
Just as he was about to check it, it suddenly buzzed.
Finally! He perked up, opened it… and froze.
The message wasn't from "Little Raindrop" — it was from his own WeChat.
Profile pic: that pure, sweet photo of Su Qingwen.
Su Qingwen: Freshman, settling into the dorm okay?
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised.
Before he could reply, her second message came:
Su Qingwen: Oh, and FYI — this year's military training's canceled because the school's replacing the track surface. Construction's happening. Check our "Jiangnan Normal" official account for the updated class schedule, so you'll know which building and when your classes are.
Followed immediately by a third:
Su Qingwen: Things might feel confusing at first. If you have questions, just ask me anytime.
Seeing that string of thoughtful, gentle messages gave Lin Feng a weird little flutter.
Man, the real-life senior istoonice.
Totally different from the cold "Little Raindrop" on Mimi Social.
He pushed the thought aside and replied fast:
Lin Feng: Thanks, senior! I was actually worrying about the schedule. You're the best.
Lin Feng: [Heart-eyes.jpg]
She practically replied instantly:
Su Qingwen: No problem, it's what I'm here for. Oh, and your Lit Dept is famous for having tons of beauties. With a handsome guy like you, you'll definitely attract lots of girls. Hehe.
Seeing that teasing message made Lin Feng grin. He tapped out:
Lin Feng: Haven't noticed any other girls. To me, you're the prettiest I've ever seen.
On the other end, Su Qingwen's cheeks warmed, her heart sweet as honey.
This freshman's got a smooth mouth.
Su Qingwen: Smooth talker~ Go check the official account so you don't get lost. It's late, I'm heading to bed. Goodnight.
Lin Feng: Yeah, goodnight, senior.
After ending the chat, Lin Feng couldn't calm down.
Somehow, he found himself opening Mimi Social again.
The "Little Raindrop" chat was still silent — his "Be my girlfriend, I'll give you the phone" message had sunk like a stone.
Leaning back, Lin Feng wrestled with it briefly.
WeChat's Su Qingwen: warm, caring, joking with him.
Mimi's "Little Raindrop": the girl ready to trade her first time for a phone.
Two opposite faces — yet bizarrely belonging to the same person.
Such a kind, sweet senior… and I'm over here thinking about taking her V-card…
Lin Feng gave a self-deprecating laugh. Yeah, I'm a real piece of work.
But that thought lasted less than three seconds.
His eyes hardened again.
Piece of work or not — she's eventually gonna give her first time to some random guy for a phone.
Way better it's me than some stranger who'll treat her like a toy.
At least…
He pictured Su Qingwen's innocent-but-stubborn face.
At least I'll be gentle.
The next morning, Lin Feng was woken by furious keyboard clacking.
"F***! You trash jungler, know how to play or not?! I burned Flash just to block that skill for you — why the hell didn't you engage?!"
Wang Hao, with dark circles under his eyes, was raging — clearly got no sleep and started gaming early.
"Oh! Father, you're awake! Did I wake you?!" Wang Hao noticed Lin Feng's curtain open and looked apologetic.
After all, he was busy dominating with the skin Lin Feng had gifted yesterday — "father–son" status probably lasting another couple of days.
"Nah, I set an alarm too. Got class this morning, time to get up!" Lin Feng smiled, but glanced toward the next bed.
Chen Mo was the type to complain about anything — there's no way he'd allow morning gaming.
"Don't look, Father — that guy got up early to buy breakfast for his girlfriend. Ugh, lovebirds die fast!"
From the other side, chubby Zhu Dawei was munching on chips, crunching loudly.
Lin Feng checked his class schedule, stretched, and sat up.
Morning class — first session for Chinese Language & Literature majors.
After a quick wash-up, he followed the schedule to Building C, Room 302.
He pushed the door open — and froze.
Huge classroom, only a dozen or so students scattered around… and every single one was a girl.
His entrance broke the perfect "sea of flowers with not a single green stem" vibe.
Seventeen students total — sixteen girls, one guy (him).
At the front, a bombshell woman in a professional skirt suit saw him and smiled, waving.
"You must be Lin Feng? Grab a seat."
Lin Feng's eyes locked onto the counselor.
Snow-white blouse stretched tight — looked like those buttons might pop any second. Tiny waist, skirt hugging a round, perky backside, long legs wrapped in sheer black stockings.
Total dominatrix vibe — no guy could resist that.
Eye of Corruption, activate.
Data floated into view:
Name: Qin Wanrou
Looks: 90
Figure: H‑cup (breastfeeding, extra lush)
Sensitivity: 90 (15 months celibacy — extremely sensitive)
Corruption Value: -20 (righteous)
Corruption Weakness: Highly career-driven — exploiting career pressure can spike her Corruption Value.
Cauldron Rank: A+
H‑cup? Breastfeeding?! Lin Feng inhaled sharply.
So the counselor just had a kid?! No wonder her butt was so rounded, stretching that pencil skirt.
But… being married with a baby probably hurts her chances of promotion at school.
And 90 sensitivity?!
S**, one touch and she'd—* Nah, can't even think about it!
"Alright, class, we're all here," Qin Wanrou clapped her hands, gaze sweeping the room with a soft, seductive gleam. "Since training's canceled, today's first lesson is getting to know each other. Everyone, introduce yourselves — from now on, we're a team."
The girls stood up one by one to speak.
Lin Feng took the chance to scan them with the Eye of Corruption.
Most were C‑ or B‑rank cauldrons — decent looking, but in a teacher's college overflowing with beauties, they didn't catch his eye.
Until a cool, aloof girl stood up…