In the villa, Dongfang Zhixia's angry voice finally ceased, and with it, Ye Cheng's cries of pain also came to a halt.
Dongfang Zhixia's chest heaved, her face flushed with fury as she delivered one last kick to Ye Cheng before crossing her arms with a cold snort.
"If you dare breathe a word about what happened today, you’ll be expelled tomorrow for stepping into school with your left foot first. Understood?"
On the floor, Ye Cheng—who had endured countless "graceful stomps" from the student council president—finally seemed to come back to life at her words. He nodded obediently, his face the picture of innocence.
"President, I’m a good citizen, I swear! No third… no fourth person will ever know!" Ye Cheng grinned, blinking playfully.
Mid-sentence, he seemed to catch himself and hastily corrected his wording. Dongfang Zhixia frowned. "What third person?"
"That hamster—ahem, I mean, your adorable little secretary," Ye Cheng nearly slipped up but quickly caught himself.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, giving her a knowing look. "Don’t worry, President. We’re all family here. No one will ever find out about your…"
He left it at that. Instinctively, Dongfang Zhixia almost nodded along—but then she realized something was off. Why was this jerk so casually pinning something she hadn’t even done on her?
The most absurd part? She’d almost gone along with it. So… she was being led by the nose?
Dongfang Zhixia’s chest rose and fell sharply. Her pride, honed from a lifetime of leadership, refused to let her be manipulated like this. She was the one who led others—not the other way around!
As everyone knows, extreme anger can drive people to terrifying actions. Ye Cheng, for instance, had once been so enraged that he… well, he’d just been really angry. But this time, under the president’s extreme fury, chaos erupted once more.
Splat, splat, splat…
Ye Cheng’s resistance +1, +1, +1…
The president’s temper -1, -1, -1…
After enduring an uncountable number of "graceful stomps," the reward—no, the punishment—finally came to an end.
Dongfang Zhixia’s chest heaved as she noticed something stuck to her foot. A closer look revealed… a "Calabash Brothers" costume piece—two leaves. Ye Cheng had "dropped loot."
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
"Hold on, President, let me put my clothes back on. I think I dropped something," Ye Cheng said, reaching out to retrieve his "Calabash Brothers" accessory.
The president’s fists clenched. Hard.
"You idiot! You walked over here like this?! ‘Let me wear clothes,’ ‘I dropped loot,’ you—!" Each word was punctuated by another furious kick.
It seemed Ye Cheng had driven her to the brink of madness. Her speech was incoherent, a far cry from the composed and dignified student council president who had once stood confidently at the freshman orientation. She had completely lost it.
After what felt like an eternity, Dongfang Zhixia finally stopped, narrowing her eyes as if deep in thought.
"Starting tomorrow, you’ll bring me roses. Every morning, noon, and evening. No exceptions," she declared, looking down at Ye Cheng with an unyielding tone.
"Uh… President, can’t it be some other flower? Like morning glories or bindweeds…" Ye Cheng blinked, his face the epitome of "innocence."
Dongfang Zhixia frowned. "Why those? Do they have some special meaning?"
She had chosen roses for their universal symbolism—love, passion, things even the most clueless person would recognize. Having Ye Cheng deliver them three times a day was simple: she wanted everyone to see just how "smitten" this idiot was with her.
The scandal from Ye Cheng’s antics at the start of the semester still hadn’t died down. While people weren’t openly discussing it anymore, whispers persisted—something impossible to completely silence.
Dongfang Zhixia hadn’t had time to address it yet, but… after that slap from the young mistress, she’d changed her approach.
She would deal with it—but not by suppressing the rumors. Instead, she’d lean into them.
Oh, so you finally made a friend, huh?
Heh. What if I stole him away? Would you cry?
"Uh, I guess they do. They symbolize ‘cheap,’ ‘found on the side of the road,’ ‘free,’ ‘easy to pick on the way here in the morning’…" Ye Cheng explained with all the seriousness of a botanist specializing in budget flora.
Bro, I’m not a flower expert. Who cares about flower language? Roses cost like, what, a few bucks each? Some are even pricier! You want me to spend money on roses?
Just stab me instead!
The moment "roses" were mentioned, Ye Cheng’s mind automatically converted them into bottles of iced tea. One rose ≈ one large bottle. Not worth it. Morning glories, though? Now those had the perfect "flower language"—cheap.
Dongfang Zhixia: "???"
She was starting to doubt whether Ye Cheng was even human. In a moment meant for romance and pursuit, this guy was still obsessing over pocket change?
Splat!
Ye Cheng’s resistance +1…
The president’s temper -1…
"You moron!"
"At a time like this, you’re still worrying about money?! Don’t embarrass me!"
"I’ll have someone deliver the roses to you the day before. All you have to do is bring them to my classroom. Got it, you idiot?!"
Splat, splat, splat…
Ye Cheng’s resistance +1, +1, +1…
"Got it, got it! President, I’ll follow your orders to the letter. Please spare my miserable life!" Ye Cheng rolled onto his back mid-kicking, ensuring an even "distribution" of punishment. Being kicked on just one side felt asymmetrical.
"Get out! And pick up the roses tomorrow!"
Dongfang Zhixia glared at him. The bliss—no, the punishment—had ended too abruptly. Ye Cheng almost felt wistful, but since it was over, he couldn’t linger in "agony." He got up, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave.
After standing, Ye Cheng craned his neck, scanning the room as if searching for something. Finally, he spotted his "Calabash Brothers" accessory still stuck to Dongfang Zhixia’s foot. He reached over, plucked it off, and—splat—slapped it back onto himself.
Fusion complete!
"Gourd Boys!!!"
Dongfang Zhixia: "???"
Dongfang Zhixia’s face was a picture of disbelief. She looked down at her feet, then at that jerk striking some weird "fusion pose." At a visible speed, the guild leader once again turned into a chameleon—her face flushing red in an instant.
"You bastard, go die already, ahhh!!!"
Smack, smack, smack…
Ye Cheng’s resistance +1, +1, +1…
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
