Outside the hallway.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed.
Supported by Ye Cheng, Shen Qinghan entered the classroom.
This time, the class was taught by an unfamiliar middle-aged teacher.
The young teacher frowned slightly upon seeing Ye Cheng, as if about to say something, but then noticed Shen Qinghan beside him. His furrowed brows immediately relaxed.
"Everyone, take Shen Qinghan as an example—even injured, she still attends class."
"And let’s give a round of applause for this kind-hearted student who helped her. Such spirit is worth learning from!"
As the middle-aged teacher finished speaking, continuous applause erupted in the classroom.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Damn it, old man. Don’t think I didn’t see that sudden change in attitude.
So it’s just about bullying the weak and fearing the strong, huh?
Ye Cheng could guarantee that if he had come alone today, things would’ve been completely different.
The best-case scenario would’ve been standing outside all morning—no way would he have gotten praise like this.
Everything Dongfang Zhixia said during the freshman orientation was pure nonsense.
Sure, in school, everyone’s supposed to shed their identities and become just ordinary students.
But here’s the question: Would you dare raise your voice and insult an "ordinary student" like Shen Qinghan to her face?
Say the wrong thing in the morning, and by afternoon, you’d be chopped into mincemeat.
For people like Dongfang Zhixia and Shen Qinghan—heirs to colossal family empires—school rules were nothing but jokes.
If Ye Cheng had Shen Qinghan’s status, he’d ride on the teacher’s head during class, and the teacher would still praise him for growing well!
Sigh.
But reality was cruel.
As an average nobody, being late meant standing outside all morning and eating last.
The rest was bearable, but Ye Cheng couldn’t stand eating last.
If it meant being the first to sprint to the cafeteria when class ended, he wouldn’t mind standing outside all morning—after all, he’d have a head start.
That way, he could get the first batch of freshly cooked drumsticks!
Under the gaze of the entire class, Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan took their seats.
Ye Cheng spent half the class flipping through the textbook and memorizing everything.
Photographic memory.
A reward from the system.
His memory was already decent, but now it was maxed out.
With some rare free time, Ye Cheng checked his stats panel.
[Name: Ye Cheng]
[Gender: Male]
[IQ: 8 (Wild Genius)]
[Charm: 7 (Deducted 1 point for eccentric behavior)]
[Physique: 8 (Basically a Superhuman)]
[Status: Photographic Memory, Lightning Speed, Mid-Stage Cancer!]
[Lifespan: 1 year and 20 days]
Yep, this was the stats panel only Ye Cheng could see.
An impressive one at that.
IQ, Charm, and Physique should’ve all been maxed at 8.
But thanks to his weird antics, he lost a Charm point.
In a way, Ye Cheng was the epitome of "man conquers nature" and "destiny is in my hands."
Whether that was a good or bad example—well, don’t ask.
The average person’s stats were all around 5.
Of course, hardly anyone was that perfectly mediocre.
Most had some variation.
For Shen Qinghan, Ye Cheng estimated her IQ was definitely above 8, and her Charm might be terrifyingly high—9, or even the max 10.
Physique… Well, a mafia princess who trips on flat ground probably didn’t even hit 5.
As for Miss Dongfang, her stats were likely all between 8 and 9.
Of course, physique differed by gender. Even at the same stat level, women couldn’t match men physically—biology’s fault.
When Dongfang Zhixia chased Ye Cheng halfway up a mountain, he was still bouncing around like a rabbit, while she, despite her training, was no match.
As the saying goes:
Don’t challenge a professional with your hobby.
Hey, hey, hey! Don’t you dare underestimate the bond between me and that black-hearted logistics boss!
Ye Cheng’s superhuman physique was forged by being treated as a forklift in that sweatshop. He had no choice!
The most memorable day? Ye Cheng still remembered the excited voice of the foreman shouting, "The forklift’s here!" He nearly pissed himself in anticipation.
But… it did arrive—just on the conveyor belt.
Then there was that bastard who told him he’d assigned him an "easy job"—said it was "picking up his girlfriend."
Ye Cheng got excited again.
Turns out, it was a pair of stone elephant statues—literally "a pair of elephants."
…Makes sense.
From that day on, Ye Cheng stopped believing in human kindness in sweatshops.
So damn ruthless!
Daydreaming time over.
Ye Cheng planned to test his "Lightning Speed" ability during lunch.
This skill was unbeatable for cafeteria sprints—absolute god-tier!
Probably great for running from debt collectors too.
Hah!
The future’s looking bright—no, scratch that, the future’s looking hilarious!!!
Completely unaware, Ye Cheng didn’t notice the cold-eyed girl beside him staring weirdly.
Shen Qinghan’s icy gaze flickered with confusion.
She… still couldn’t figure Ye Cheng out.
What was he thinking? How could someone zone out and then suddenly start laughing alone?
Unfathomable.
She’d read Ye Cheng’s background—it wasn’t pretty, borderline tragic.
Logically, someone raised in such conditions should have some flaws or darkness in their personality. But Ye Cheng… seemed excessively sunny.
Seeing him still grinning like an idiot, Shen Qinghan withdrew her gaze and rested her chin on her hand, staring out the window.
Uncontrollably, fragments of earlier events resurfaced in her mind.
Broken images.
The sink. The ice pack. The water. The shamelessness…
Unconsciously, a blush spread across her cheeks, her ears burning.
Ding-dong-ding.
Morning classes ended in a flash.
Time for lunch!
Ye Cheng locked onto the teacher still dragging out the lecture, ready to bolt like a crazed frog the second dismissal came.
With Lightning Speed, he’d dash to the cafeteria’s "Love Window," hand over his one yuan, and devour those drumsticks!
"Alright, that’s it for today. Class dismissed."
Here I go!!!
Ye Cheng launched like a rocket!
"Wait." Shen Qinghan’s icy voice came from behind.
Ye Cheng smirked. Hah! Think you can stop me, woman?
His speed didn’t falter—he was almost at the door.
"Fine, go ahead. I already know who owned that thing in your backpack yesterday." Shen Qinghan said calmly.
Ye Cheng: "???"
He skidded to a halt like a crashing plane, then scurried back with an ingratiating smile, rubbing his hands like a fly.
"Hahaha, Miss Shen, you know how it is—the wind was too loud earlier, I couldn’t hear you!"
"So, uh… what would you like for lunch today?"
Shen Qinghan seemed already accustomed to Ye Cheng's particular way of speaking and remained unfazed.
"Are you going back on our agreement?"
The "agreement," of course, referred to the terms Ye Cheng had agreed to earlier that morning in exchange for Shen Qinghan's help.
Until his injuries healed and Shen Qinghan fully recovered, Ye Cheng was obligated to bring her meals, keep her company when necessary, and abide by dozens of additional clauses.
Topped off with the line: "Final interpretation rights belong solely to Shen Qinghan."
It could only be described as an "Outrageous Man's Treaty."
Even Li Hongzhang himself wouldn’t have dared sign it—yet Ye Cheng did.
In short, Ye Cheng was now Shen Qinghan’s personal errand boy, at her beck and call without protest. If he dared violate the terms, he’d be chopped into mincemeat before he even stepped outside.
Ye Cheng blinked his big, sparkling Kardashian-worthy eyes.
"How could I, Young Mistress? I just happened to walk a little too fast, and the wind was a bit loud, so I didn’t quite catch what you said. Would I ever dream of breaking our agreement?"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
Why did that sound so familiar?
A moment later.
The classroom was empty except for Shen Qinghan—Ye Cheng had bolted, off to buy food.
"He’d better not be…" She frowned and glanced out the window.
There, on the path to the cafeteria, was a tiny figure moving as if turbocharged, charging toward the dining hall like a rabid bullfrog.
"Woo-hoo, chow time!!!"
Even from a distance, Ye Cheng’s wild shouting was unmistakable.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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