Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

After finishing his meal, Su Yifeng left Jinghu Restaurant and walked back to the teaching building.

The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, so he squinted, his mind still replaying Liu Yunyan's "justified" words.

Borrowing sperm? And with prior practice?

See you soon.

Su Yifeng couldn't help but chuckle. This Dr. Liu, despite her calm and abstinent appearance, actually thinks quite...directly.

However, the way she earnestly analyzed "cost-effectiveness" and "optimal window for childbirth," coupled with her cool and beautiful face, created a rather interesting contrast.

Why not give it a try? There's no harm in trying.

As I walked into the teaching building, afternoon classes were about to begin.

The classroom of Finance Class 6 was noisy, with almost everyone whispering to each other, their faces showing excitement and gossip.

As soon as Su Yifeng entered and sat down, Cao Huiyang and Wei Qi immediately surrounded him.

"Brother Feng! Brother Feng! Have you heard? Something terrible has happened!" Cao Huiyang whispered, his eyes wide open.

"What is it?" Su Yifeng asked casually as he sat down in his seat.

"Fan Jian! That kid Fan Jian's done for!"

Wei Qi interrupted, his chubby face trembling with excitement:

"I heard he went for a foot massage last night, and somehow ended up paying for sex. He found a girl who wasn't old enough, and he just forced himself on her! Now he's in jail, and they say he'll be charged with rape!"

Cao Huiyang added from the side, describing it vividly:

"And it wasn't just him! I heard that the student council members who came to check the dorms last time were also there; they all went together!"

They were lucky; they only found men of legal age, so they didn't get into any serious trouble. But the news spread throughout the school, and their future at work is over!

"How do you know so much?" Su Yifeng raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know where it started, but now the whole class, no, the whole department, knows!"

Cao Huiyang rubbed his hands together: "But Brother Feng, isn't it a coincidence? Fan Jian only encountered someone who wasn't old enough, everyone else was fine... That's just too unlucky!"

Wei Qi chuckled and said, "Unlucky? I think he deserves it! He's always so cocky, even hiring people to mess with Brother Feng! Now look what's happened, he's in jail, his life is over!"

The other people in the classroom were also talking about it.

"Fan Jian usually looks like a respectable person, how could he go to a brothel?"

"I heard it's not just once, he's a pro!"

"Those guys in the student council aren't any better. They act all high and mighty during dorm checks, but behind your backs they're up to something like this?"

"That's great, we've got it all covered!"

"But Fan Jian is so unlucky, how come he's the only one who ran into a minor?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's just karma!"

Amid the discussions, there was surprise, disdain, and schadenfreude, but no sympathy.

Su Yifeng listened without much expression on his face, but he knew in his heart that this must have been Lan Qimeng's doing.

Clean, neat, and "just right".

He took out his phone and sent Lan Qimeng a message: "[Well done.]"

The reply came quickly: "I'm glad Boss Su is satisfied."

Su Yifeng replied with an "Mm" and put his phone away.

Just then, the school bell rang.

But the teacher hadn't arrived yet, and the classroom was still noisy.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from the doorway, growing louder as it approached.

The classroom instantly became much quieter.

A slender figure appeared at the door and walked in.

It is He Jingyun.

Today she wore a beige knitted set, with a V-neck fitted top and a matching beige pencil skirt that reached above the knee, outlining her beautiful body curves.

Her long hair was pulled back, revealing her fair neck and delicate earlobes. She wore light makeup, and her lips were a soft mauve.

She looks mature and capable, yet possesses an indescribable gentle charm.

Cao Huiyang stared, his eyes wide, and whispered to Wei Qi, "Fatty, don't you think... Counselor He is becoming more and more feminine? That figure, that aura... tsk tsk, what has she been eating lately? She's so nourishing!"

Wei Qi also secretly glanced at it, swallowing hard: "I don't know... but it's pleasing to the eye anyway."

He Jingyun walked to the podium and scanned the classroom with her eyes.

Her gaze swept over Su Yifeng, pausing slightly, a hint of reproach and charm flashing deep in her eyes before returning to calm.

"Quiet," she said, her voice clear and crisp. "I need to take a few minutes of your time to talk to you about something."

The classroom fell completely silent.

He Jingyun cleared her throat, her expression serious:

"Recently, some unpleasant things have happened at school, which I believe you have all heard about. Here, as your counselor, I would like to give a special reminder to all students—especially the male students."

She paused, her gaze lingering deliberately on the faces of several of the more outgoing boys before finally settling on Su Yifeng, her tone becoming more forceful:

"You must maintain high moral standards, abide by school rules and regulations, avoid disreputable places, and absolutely refrain from participating in illegal or disorderly activities. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, not only will your own future be ruined, but you will also implicate your family and bring shame upon the school!"

As she said this, her eyes remained fixed on Su Yifeng, as if she were speaking specifically to him.

Su Yifeng met her gaze and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that? How could I possibly go to a place like that? I'm already too busy with all the women around me."

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, He Jingyun felt both angry and helpless. She glared at him as if to say that no man is good!

"Alright, that's all I wanted to say. Everyone, take this as a warning and pay attention in class." After saying that, He Jingyun turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the classroom.

A shrill female voice approached from afar, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps:

"Is Finance Class 6 here? Huh? I'm talking to you! Finance Class 6!"

"Parent, please calm down and let's talk things out..." It seemed to be the voice of a class leader trying to dissuade them.

"Speak politely? My son's been arrested! How can I speak politely? Get out of my way!"

Before he could finish speaking, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".

A middle-aged couple barged in.

The man was around fifty years old, wearing a wrinkled suit, with thinning hair, a sallow complexion, and shifty eyes. He looked timid and submissive, and the woman was holding his arm tightly.

The woman looked a little younger, but she had high cheekbones, thin lips, and an outdated perm. She was wearing a flashy dress and her face was full of anger, her eyes sweeping over the students in the classroom like knives.

They were Fan Jian's parents.

"Is this the Finance Class 6?" Fan Jian's mother asked in a shrill voice, hands on her hips.

He Jingyun frowned and stepped forward: "I'm He Jingyun, the counselor for Class 6 of Finance. May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Fan Jian's mother!" Fan Jian's mother immediately turned her attention to He Jingyun and began to berate her.

"You're the counselor? How can you be a teacher? Huh? My perfectly good son, obedient and sensible at home, how come he's been taught to end up in jail after coming to your school?!"

Her voice was shrill and sharp, particularly jarring in the quiet classroom.

Fan Jian's father stood to the side with his head down, trying to pull her up, but she forcefully shook him off: "What are you trying to pull me up for! You're useless! Your son is in trouble and you don't dare utter a sound!"

He Jingyun's face darkened, but she remained polite: "Fan Jian's mother, please don't get agitated. The school is also investigating Fan Jian's situation. If he is indeed suspected of breaking the law, then..."

"Illegal? How could my son possibly break the law!" Fan Jian's mother wouldn't listen at all, her spittle almost landing on He Jingyun's face.

"Someone from your school must have framed him! Is someone trying to take advantage of him and deliberately trying to harm him? I'm telling you, you have to give me an explanation today! Otherwise, I'll report you to the education bureau and make your school infamous!"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, leaning forward and almost poking He Jingyun's face with her fingers.

He Jingyun took a step back, avoiding her finger, her tone turning cold: "Fan Jian's mother, please watch your words. The police will investigate the facts. If it's Fan Jian's own problem, the school also..."

"Bullshit! It's all your fault!" Fan Jian's mother threw a tantrum, reaching out to grab He Jingyun's hair: "You vixen teacher, did you seduce my son and then turn around and harm him?! I'll tear your face to shreds!"

The classroom erupted in uproar.

He Jingyun didn't expect the other party to make a move so directly, and she didn't react for a moment.

Just as Fan Jian's mother's hand was about to touch He Jingyun's hair, an arm reached out from the side and firmly grabbed her wrist.

It was Su Yifeng.

He had walked over at some point and was standing beside He Jingyun.

"Auntie, just talk, don't hit me." Su Yifeng's voice was calm, but his grip was quite strong.

Fan Jian's mother struggled twice but couldn't break free, and she became even more furious: "Who are you? Let me go! You little brat, do you want to harm my son too?"

She waved her other hand wildly, her long nails scratching at Su Yifeng's face.

Su Yifeng turned slightly to the side, grabbed her hand, and pulled her along.

"Ouch!"

Fan Jian's mother felt a sudden, subtle force, and her body involuntarily spun around, while her other hand made a few gestures in the air.

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp sounds.

Su Yifeng cried out "Ouch!" and released his grip, taking a step back with a look of "surprise": "Auntie, why are you hitting yourself?"

On Fan Jian's mother's face, there were several red marks on both sides, which looked like they were scratched by fingernails.

It turned out that when she was spinning around and waving, her fingernail accidentally scratched her face.

Someone in the classroom couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly covered their mouth.

Fan Jian's mother touched her burning face, shocked, angry, and bewildered: "You...you hit me?!"

"Everyone saw it; it was your own carelessness," Su Yifeng said, shrugging innocently.

"I'll fight you to the death!" Fan Jian's mother was trembling with anger, baring her teeth and claws as she lunged at him again.

"What are you doing! Stop!"

Just then, several people in security guard uniforms rushed in, led by the captain of the security department.

As soon as Fan Jian's parents arrived, Su Yifeng called the security booth. He often brought them reasonably priced cigarettes and alcohol when he drove in and out of the school.

They arrived so quickly, so it wasn't a complete waste.

Two security guards stepped forward and restrained Fan Jian's mother, who was still throwing a tantrum.

"Let me go! What right do you have to arrest me! I'm a student's parent! I'm going to sue you!" Fan Jian's mother struggled desperately, her voice shrill.

The security captain's face was stern: "This parent, you are suspected of disrupting the teaching order and assaulting a teacher. Please come with us to the security office to explain yourself. You come along too!"

Fan Jian's father was pale and nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a sound.

Fan Jian's mother was still cursing, but she had already been dragged out of the classroom by the security guards, and her voice gradually faded away.

The classroom fell silent again, but the atmosphere remained delicate.

He Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief, tidied her slightly messy hair, looked at Su Yifeng with a complicated expression, and whispered, "Thank you."

Su Yifeng smiled, said nothing, and turned back to his seat.

He Jingyun watched his retreating figure, then glanced at the students in the classroom with their varied expressions, took a deep breath, and resumed her authoritative demeanor as a counselor.

"Alright, that's the end of the farce. Everyone, get ready for class. Remember what I just said and take this as a lesson."

After saying that, she gave Su Yifeng a deep look, then turned and left the classroom.

As soon as she left, the classroom erupted in chaos again.

"Holy crap, Feng-ge is awesome! That move was so cool!"

"Fan Jian's mother is such a shrew! No wonder she raised such a son!"

"Counselor He must have been terrified just now? Your face turned pale..."

"Brother Feng, you were so clever just now! That old woman scratched her own face, it cracked me up!" Cao Huiyang said, clutching his stomach.

The class bell rang again, and the professor came in to begin the lesson.

Su Yifeng listened to the teacher's lecture, but his gaze was fixed on the view outside the window.

Fan Jian's little problem has been completely resolved.

Lan Qimeng is indeed reliable when it comes to getting things done.

Next, we should focus on dealing with the important matter of "milk powder".

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