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…
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
