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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
