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

The next morning, Class 6 of Finance only had one class meeting, mainly to elect class officers. All the other elections were completed, and now only the class monitor was needed.

Counselor He Jingyun stood on the podium, scanning the students below: "Regarding the selection of class monitor, does anyone have any suggestions, or are there any students who would like to volunteer?"

The classroom fell silent for a moment, then a slightly urgent voice rang out: "Teacher He, I'm willing to serve my classmates!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fan Jian. He stood up eagerly with an eager smile on his face.

However, he was met with a chorus of clear pessimistic voices from the audience.

--cut!

Obviously, no one wants someone who betrays their classmates on the very first day to be the class monitor.

Fan Jian's smile froze, and he stood there awkwardly, unsure whether to sit or stand.

He Jingyun glanced at him and gestured for him to sit down.

Just then, something strange happened.

Almost everyone's gaze, in a silent unspoken agreement, turned directly or secretly towards...

—Su Yifeng, sitting in the back row by the window.

There was no way around it; last night's performance was just too sensational.

The former school beauty publicly challenged him to a dance, and the current school beauty was easily appeased by him with a casual pat on the head. Su Yifeng is now a prominent figure in his class and even in the college.

Subconsciously, everyone felt that it seemed quite reasonable for this kind of person to be the class monitor.

He Jingyun also noticed the strange silence and the unified gaze directed towards her.

Her gaze fell on Su Yifeng, and her feelings instantly became complicated.

...He Jingyun took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain the teacher's dignity:

"Su Yifeng, it seems everyone prefers you. What do you think?"

Su Yifeng frowned inwardly.

Become class monitor? What a joke! A bunch of miscellaneous tasks, a waste of time. He doesn't have the time for that.

But he glanced at He Jingyun on the podium, her image shifting from a sexy bunny girl to a dignified counselor.

This damn contrast is a bit distracting...

Su Yifeng swallowed back the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

It wouldn't look good to refute He Jingyun in front of the whole class, and besides... he had other plans.

He stood up, his tone still relatively polite: "Professor He, I think I need to think this over carefully. Could we talk about it privately?"

He Jingyun's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Let's talk privately?

She looked into Su Yifeng's eyes, and images of relentless pursuit flashed uncontrollably through her mind. These included her recent erotic dreams, and even fantasies she had while awake.

But we'll have to face it sooner or later!

He Jingyun forcibly suppressed her surging thoughts and nodded:

"Okay, then come to my office later, it's in room 302 of building 3."

"it is good."

The class meeting ended hastily, and the selection of class monitor was temporarily put on hold.

Su Yifeng went straight to the counselor's office in Building 3.

The office was shared by three counselors, but at this moment only He Jingyun was there.

She was sitting at her workstation, absentmindedly tidying up her things.

Seeing Su Yifeng enter, she pointed to the chair beside her, trying to keep her voice steady:

"Sit down and tell me, why don't you want to be class monitor? I see that your classmates are quite supportive of you."

She tried to guide him by adopting the posture of a teacher.

Su Yifeng didn't sit down. He gently closed the door behind him, not completely, but enough to block most of the outside view.

He walked to He Jingyun's desk and said directly, "Teacher He, I have a lot of things to do. Being the class monitor takes too much time, I can't do it."

He Jingyun looked up at him, trying to persuade him: "Su Yifeng, being a class monitor is also a form of training, and besides..."

She was conflicted, both hoping he would agree and fearing further entanglement with him beyond work.

Su Yifeng interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"I really don't have time. I think Lin Gengsheng is quite suitable. He's reliable and down-to-earth. I recommend him."

He Jingyun frowned, instinctively objecting, which made her feel she could still control the situation: "Lin Gengsheng might have some personality issues..."

Before she could finish speaking, Su Yifeng suddenly took a step forward.

He Jingyun was sitting in the chair when he suddenly approached her, and she instinctively wanted to lean back, but the chair was fixed in place.

Su Yifeng leaned down and braced his hands on the edge of her desk, trapping her in the narrow space between him and the desk.

A familiar, oppressive masculine aura enveloped him.

"You..." He Jingyun's heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became a little tight.

Today she wore a beige silk blouse paired with a navy blue knee-length pencil skirt and nude stockings, a standard office lady outfit that made her look dignified and exuded a mature charm.

But at this moment, in this cramped space, this dignity was quickly shattered.

She could clearly smell his clean, crisp scent, mixed with a faint hint of tobacco, which made her legs feel weak.

"Su Yifeng, you...you shouldn't do this, this is an office."

She tried to remain calm, but her voice trembled slightly. Her body involuntarily shrank back, trying to create some distance, but there was only the hard edge of the table behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

The collar of her silk shirt tightened as she leaned back slightly, outlining a clear silhouette.

She felt her skin, encased in stockings, begin to warm up.

"There are surveillance cameras," He Jingyun added, as if grasping at the last straw, reminding him and herself.

Upon hearing this, Su Yifeng's lips curled up slightly, his tone calm yet confident: "Don't worry. I've checked, this is a blind spot for the surveillance cameras."

He Jingyun's heart sank suddenly, and the feeling of having nowhere to escape made her panic.

"No! I'm your teacher!"

She blurted it out almost without thinking, her voice filled with panic and a hint of... secret anticipation that she herself was unaware of.

Her legs unconsciously came together, and her fingers gripped the armrests of the seat tightly, her fingertips turning white.

Su Yifeng looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, and leaned down a little closer, so close that they could almost feel each other's body temperature.

His voice was low, with a damnably ambiguous magnetism:

"teacher?"

He paused, his warm breath brushing lightly against her sensitive earlobe:

"...You're quite good at flirting."