I'll call you Yueyue.

Qin Yue suddenly stopped, and Ye Qian, not paying attention, bumped into her. Embarrassingly, a certain part of Ye Qian's body pressed against Qin Yue's firm buttocks. Feeling the warmth from the contact, Ye Qian was momentarily in bliss. Though he wanted to stay like that longer, seeing Qin Yue's angry expression, he quickly stepped back and said, "Miss Qin, why did you stop suddenly?" implying that it wasn't his fault; it was her abrupt stop that caused the incident.

Qin Yue's face turned cold and angry. Her private parts had never been touched by a man before, and now they were violated by this scoundrel. "Shameless!" Qin Yue muttered, cursing. She had felt Ye Qian's firmness, and to her, he was nothing but a lecherous demon.

Hearing her words, Ye Qian felt wronged. As a young man full of vigor, being called shameless was an insult. Although he admitted he had his moments of indecency, this time it wasn't his fault. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you calling shameless? What did I do?"

"You... just now..." Qin Yue wanted to accuse him of pressing his indecent part against her, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Being a modest woman, not like some desperate housewives, such ambiguous words were hard to utter. Moreover, saying it might backfire, making it seem like a couple's quarrel.

Ye Qian, knowing when to stop, didn't press the matter further. He already had a bad first impression with Qin Yue and didn't want to make it worse. He was genuinely interested in her and didn't want to completely ruin his chances. If he could win over this ripe yet untouched beauty, it would be perfect. 

"Listen carefully, I'm your teacher. From now on, call me Teacher Qin, understood?" Qin Yue said angrily.

"No problem. Actually, I think calling you Miss Qin is too formal. How about this: you call me Ye Qian, and I call you Qin Yue, or Yueyue. It sounds better," Ye Qian said seriously.

Yueyue? Qin Yue was shocked to hear this nickname from this shameless little rascal. How dare he? She coldly snorted, "To be honest, I disliked you the moment I saw you. If it weren't for Director Huang forcing you into my class, I wouldn't allow garbage like you to tarnish my class."

Ye Qian shrugged nonchalantly, not taking her insult to heart. To him, a woman's scolding could mean different things, and he chose to interpret it as a form of affection. "I'll be honest too. I liked you the moment I saw you. Even if Director Huang hadn't arranged for me to join your class, I would find countless ways to get into your life," Ye Qian said firmly.

"You..." Qin Yue was so angry she couldn't speak for a moment. She huffed and said, "Follow me. But I warn you, don't make any mistakes. Otherwise, you'll be kicked out before you can get into my life."

Ye Qian chuckled and said, "No problem. How could a good young man like me make mistakes? Just wait and see me enter your life."

Qin Yue snorted and said nothing more. She was a cold beauty and not good at verbal sparring. Knowing she was no match for Ye Qian, she wisely chose to remain silent, avoiding further emboldening him.

The French Department was not popular in China and was usually an elective course. Though the XX Foreign Language Institute had a dedicated French Department, each class had few students. When they reached the door of French Department Class 03, Qin Yue turned to Ye Qian and said, "Come in," and then walked in first. Ye Qian followed, thinking, "Oh, women!"

As they stood at the podium, Ye Qian glanced around. The classroom was full, with no empty seats. There were about a dozen girls, and the remaining forty-plus students were all boys. Ye Qian was surprised, thinking, "Are college students this eager to learn nowadays?" What he didn't know was that many students there were not actually French majors. They attended this class because it had many beautiful girls and a teacher, Qin Yue, who was idolized by the entire institute.

While Ye Qian scanned the class, the students were also assessing him. The girls' eyes lit up at the sight of him, thinking he was handsome and manly. They wondered, "Is he a new teacher? So manly!"

"This is Ye Qian, a new transfer student," Qin Yue introduced briefly and pointed to an empty seat in the corner. "You can sit there."

Hearing Ye Qian was a student, the girls were slightly taken aback but even happier. Teacher-student relationships were still somewhat taboo, but if he was a student, it was more acceptable. The boys, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief, giving Ye Qian disdainful looks, thinking, "He's almost old enough to be a father, and he's still studying? What a loser." They believed an older student like Ye Qian was no threat in competition.

Ye Qian took his seat, feeling the various gazes upon him. He shrugged off the disdain and focused on his objective: integrating into the class and protecting Zhao Ya. He thought to himself, "Let's see what happens next."