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…
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
