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…
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
