Don't cry over spilled milk, be lenient with yourself and strict with others

Hotel Room 777.

Tang Yuyao and Ye Cheng were wrestling on the bed, maintaining a very delicate balance. Well... to be more specific, it was like Ye Cheng had a person "growing" out of his back.

Tang Yuyao maintained a chokehold position, but this time with an added leg reinforcement. Not only did she have Ye Cheng's neck in a cross-arm lock, but she also had his waist in a cross-leg lock.

If you can't picture it, that's okay. Think of a sloth. Yes... exactly, that was Tang Yuyao's current posture. Naturally, Ye Cheng was the tree.

The impressive thing about Tang Yuyao was that she had mastered all the actions and the essence perfectly, clinging to the tree... oh no, clinging to Ye Cheng, gnawing on him, unwilling to let go.

"You old thing... ouch... Doctor Tang, ouch... This isn't right, is it? I didn't call you the wrong name!"

Ye Cheng, his face contorted in pain, protested indignantly!

Hearing this, Tang Yuyao was also taken aback. Huh... that's right, this time he actually didn't call her the wrong name. Usually, Ye Cheng called her Doctor Tang too. It was only under special circumstances that he called her "old thing."

Getting bitten for calling her "old thing" was understandable, as it poked at the sore spot of Tang Yuyao, a single woman of a certain age. But calling her "Doctor Tang" seemed perfectly fine, right? That's what everyone called her.

Tang Yuyao had been around the school for so long; the students there all called her Doctor Tang, or sometimes Sister Tang. She should have long been accustomed to this form of address. So why did she still instinctively attack?

The problem... most likely stemmed from last night.

Tang Yuyao had forced Ye Cheng to call her "wife," "baby," "Yaoyao"... and such. After hearing those terms repeatedly, she had somehow gotten used to them and couldn't quite go back. Now, hearing other forms of address grated on her ears, which was why she instinctively felt displeased and triggered attack mode.

Indeed, habit is a terrifying thing.

For example, neither Ye Cheng nor Tang Yuyao felt there was anything inappropriate about their current wrestling on the bed, which was somewhat overly intimate. At the very least, normal friends wouldn't act like this.

If Lin Baizhi were here, she would probably let out a sharp shriek, then start guarding her "food," taking the opportunity amidst the chaos to "unintentionally" drive away that detestable older single woman and take her place herself.

Although their behavior was somewhat overly intimate and improper, neither of them had any objections, nor did they even sense anything amiss. This was the terror of habit.

Once accustomed to such a "friendly mode of interaction," there was no going back.

"Hmph!" Tang Yuyao's face was slightly flushed. Although her heart was racing, she did her best to put on a cold expression and interrogated Ye Cheng.

"What's with playing that Great Compassion Mantra first thing in the morning, you brat!" As she spoke, Tang Yuyao tightened her cross-arm lock.

Ye Cheng was almost being turned into two X's, his tongue hanging out, looking like he was on his last legs.

"I didn't play it," Ye Cheng uttered, half-dead.

"You didn't? Then what was that I just heard! Still trying to argue!" Tang Yuyao was stunned for a moment, and upon hearing Ye Cheng still arguing, she increased the pressure in her hands.

"That was my alarm clock... It went off by itself, it's not my fault..." Ye Cheng was about to roll his eyes but continued his defense.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

In a sense, what Ye Cheng said wasn't wrong. He really hadn't played it; he hadn't even touched his phone because he was dead asleep. If he had woken up earlier and touched his phone, the subsequent triple dose of the Great Compassion Mantra wouldn't have happened.

Suddenly, Tang Yuyao laughed, a laugh that seemed inexplicably relieved, as if she had been driven mad with anger.

Until a certain moment, the smile vanished from Tang Yuyao's face, instantly switching expressions: "Die, you little devil!!!"

Finishing move, activate!

"Ahhhhh!!!" Ye Cheng's screams echoed.

Ye Cheng - OUT!

Only then did Tang Yuyao release her defeated opponent, who had been OUTed by her, and began her victory pose. She simply sat on Ye Cheng, using him as a mattress.

"Are you even human? What decent person uses the Great Compassion Mantra as an alarm clock?" Tang Yuyao was fuming, her chest heaving up and down. It seemed she was really angered by Ye Cheng.

She even forgot about the initial issue. The moment she saw Ye Cheng, all that remained in Tang Yuyao's mind was the most primitive desire for combat.

Now this is the thrill of battle!

Finally, Ye Cheng stirred, speaking with stubborn defiance.

"Aren't I one? I'm a decent person, and I use the Great Compassion Mantra as my alarm clock."

Tang Yuyao: "..."

Silently, Tang Yuyao got up from Ye Cheng, switching to a different victory screen - the young lady special!

Squish!

Tang Yuyao stepped on Ye Cheng's head with her foot. Because the bed was soft, Ye Cheng's head sank into it. Her black nail polish looked exceptionally pretty under the sunlight.

"So you're the decent person, huh? Take that, decent person, decent person, decent person!!!"

With each utterance, Tang Yuyao applied more force, correspondingly increasing the pressure on Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng, who was already half-dead, now completely stopped moving.

After a while, seeing that Tang Yuyao showed no sign of stopping, Ye Cheng couldn't keep up the act anymore.

Damn it, this old thing has no sympathy at all. Can't she see he's almost done for? Bullying a vulnerable group like him like this? Is there no justice, no law, no morals, no...

"Decent person, decent person, decent person!!!" Tang Yuyao's very pleasant mature-sisterly voice echoed in the room, though her current actions didn't quite match the dignity of that identity.

Logically, her identity should be that of the understanding big sister in the infirmary, the aloof mature lady, the ice queen with both looks and skills. At least, that's what Tang Yuyao herself believed.

But when it came to Ye Cheng, the style got completely derailed, turning her into an irritable, lying flat, pretty but useless, poor alcohol tolerance... old thing.

What could she do? Her persona had already collapsed. Maybe she should just silence him for good?

Just as Tang Yuyao was considering whether to "silence" Ye Cheng for good, Ye Cheng moved swiftly. He grabbed a handful of disposable chopsticks he'd gotten from the convenience store yesterday, tore off a piece of white paper, stuck it on the chopsticks, making a simple flag with a head-on portrait to signal surrender.

"Stop hitting me, boss! I'm not a decent person, wuwuwu..." Ye Cheng put on a repentant act, "clutching his head and weeping."

Seeing this, Tang Yuyao found it hard to bring herself to step down again.

Damn it, this kid kneels and surrenders way too fast! No backbone at all!

Not being able to deliver that final step, for some reason, Tang Yuyao herself felt a bit regretful, vaguely feeling it was a pity. She just snorted coldly and let Ye Cheng off.

"Aren't you going to hurry up and pack your things, you brat? Don't you know we're going to be late?"

Tang Yuyao got off the bed, her bare feet touching the floor. The cool sensation made her mind much clearer. Looking at the sunlight streaming through the window, Tang Yuyao felt somewhat dazed.

The things that had happened earlier were actually real. She actually...

"Being late is just being late, no big deal. Besides, even if we go back now we're already late. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Don't cry over spilled milk'? You..." Ye Cheng put on a completely shameless, "thick-skinned rogue" act, utterly unfazed by being late. These past few days, not long after school started, being late had become as common as a daily meal. He felt weird if he didn't miss the bell one day.

It's just being late, what's the big deal? It's not like he was going to be chopped into mincemeat, right?

So, a person must relax, eat and drink as they please. It's just being late, no big deal... Wait, being late... mincemeat?

Ye Cheng shuddered, suddenly realizing. Today, he seemed to have also promised to deliver roses to the President. And this was just the first day, and he was already standing her up?

Ye Cheng's heart sank. Oh no, it's the feeling of a heart attack!

As for Tang Yuyao, hearing Ye Cheng's words seemed to enlighten her. Yeah, since they're already late anyway... it's just a few thousand bucks, she'd earn it back in a couple of days of work. When did she become so anxious over a few thousand dollars?

Had she been out on her own for so long that life had worn down her edges? Making her so hasty and flustered. It's just being late, not the sky falling.

At her age, she was less clear-headed than some brat. What a failure, Tang Yuyao...

Tang Yuyao chuckled lightly: "You're right, kid. We shouldn't cry over spilled milk. We should..."

"AHHHH, I'M DEAD!!! Quick, quick, quick!!! Old hag, what are you still doing, hurry up!!!" The previously bed-ridden Ye Cheng, who looked like "living is fine, dying is okay too," instantly shot up, launching himself off the bed with a giant leap.

While frantically gathering his things, he urged Tang Yuyao to move faster, a complete opposite of his earlier "life coach" persona.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

"Wait... weren't you just saying not to cry over spilled milk? That it's not the sky falling, you..." Tang Yuyao looked utterly confused.

"You said it yourself, that's milk. Motivational talk is just for listening, you actually took it seriously?" Ye Cheng looked at Tang Yuyao like she was an idiot, then... went back to packing.

Only Tang Yuyao was left, her smile frozen stiff, utterly bewildered. So... she'd been tricked again?

Silently, Tang Yuyao picked up a hair tie, gathered her hair, and tied it into a very spirited and nice-looking high ponytail. Then she walked over towards Ye Cheng, who was squatting on the floor packing his stuff.

Thump!

Ye Cheng was kicked over onto the floor, several question marks appearing over his head as he was dazed.

"Old hag, what are you doing? What's wrong with you? Hurry up! If we're not faster, the sky will fall!"

"What are you doing? Aaaah, stop it!"

"Spilled milk, huh? I'll show you milk, MILK!!!"

"A gentleman uses his words, not his hands, okay..."

"This lady doesn't have that thing, screw your 'gentleman' nonsense, go to hell, you dog!"

"Ah—"

Utter madness ensued. If Tang Yuyao had a whip or a belt in her hands right now, she'd probably be whipping Ye Cheng so hard the leather would start smoking. At a time like this, a little farm owner's tune would be perfect... yOU gahd uh~