Classroom.
"Is this the lunch you brought me?" Shen Qinghan asked calmly, staring at the mountain of chicken legs piled before her.
"Yeah, hurry up and eat while it's hot. It won’t taste as good once it cools down."
Ye Cheng nodded eagerly.
Shen Qinghan fell silent.
Clearly, asking Ye Cheng to bring food had been a mistake.
After the last incident with the "pork knuckle," Shen Qinghan had learned her lesson and specifically reminded Ye Cheng not to bring anything greasy.
And yet… here was this pile of braised chicken legs.
"Is this all there is?" Shen Qinghan sighed, closing her eyes as if resigning herself to fate.
Ye Cheng smirked mischievously.
"You’re underestimating me, Miss Shen. How could this be all?"
Shen Qinghan arched an eyebrow.
Under her watchful gaze, Ye Cheng pulled out a small transparent plastic bag from his pocket, filled with cherry tomatoes.
"Vegetables too! A balanced meal. Pretty thoughtful, huh?"
He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly fishing for praise.
Shen Qinghan: "……"
What had she even been expecting?
"Go wash these tomatoes," she said, suppressing another sigh.
The vending machine food was always too cold and bland.
No matter how unappetizing these chicken legs seemed, they were still better than the frozen junk from the machine.
Ye Cheng obediently grabbed the bag of tomatoes and scurried off to wash them.
A few minutes later.
Shen Qinghan picked up a glistening cherry tomato and popped it into her mouth.
With a gentle bite, the sweet and tangy juice burst forth, flooding her taste buds.
Her previously furrowed brow relaxed.
Noticing that Shen Qinghan had been eating only tomatoes and hadn’t touched the chicken legs, Ye Cheng seemed to remember something.
He rummaged through his seat for a moment before returning with a small square packet.
Shen Qinghan stared at it blankly, then squinted at the crooked foreign letters scrawled across it—likely from a certain peninsula country.
After a moment of thought, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Ye Cheng, a hint of shock flickering in her gaze.
Before she could speak, Ye Cheng tore open the packet, revealing a pair of transparent gloves.
"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Cheng frowned, noticing her strange expression.
After a brief pause, a lightbulb went off in his head.
His eyebrows waggled suggestively as he smirked.
"Ohhhh~ Did you think this was… Ow!"
Ye Cheng yelped, leaping back as if electrocuted, his tongue flapping like a rattle drum.
Shen Qinghan remained expressionless, her chilling glare piercing through him.
"I didn’t. I knew they were gloves."
Ye Cheng: "……"
Do you even believe yourself?
If you really thought they were gloves, why’d you kick me?
The school uniforms were custom-made, and given the hefty budget, the quality was top-notch.
The girls’ black leather shoes alone cost over four figures.
That one stomp from Miss Shen had nearly shattered his foot. Brutal!
But it did prove one thing:
Even the icy mafia princess had a sense of shame.
Ye Cheng was certain that if he pushed further, he’d be turned into mincemeat.
"Gloves are gloves. No need to get so worked up…"
Grumbling under his breath, Ye Cheng rubbed his sore foot.
Shen Qinghan shot him another frosty look.
Ye Cheng immediately turned away, whistling innocently, his face screaming, "I know nothing, I said nothing."
In the end, the matter concluded with a soft "hmph" from Shen Qinghan.
She put on the gloves Ye Cheng handed her and finally started on the chicken legs.
Truth be told, the reason she hadn’t eaten earlier wasn’t disgust—it was the lack of utensils.
When Ye Cheng brought food, he literally just brought the food. No chopsticks, no forks, nothing.
Eating with bare hands was the only option. The pork knuckle yesterday had been the same.
The only difference was that today’s chicken legs were at least somewhat edible, unlike yesterday’s greasy disaster.
A mafia heiress tearing into a giant pork knuckle with her bare hands in the middle of class?
What a surreal sight.
It’d definitely trend online.
Yesterday, Ye Cheng had devoured two whole knuckles right in front of her.
Shen Qinghan, on the other hand, ate with refined elegance, chewing slowly and deliberately—a stark contrast to Ye Cheng’s ravenous wolfing.
"Do you like Dongfang Zhixia?"
Ye Cheng glanced around before tossing a tomato into his mouth.
"Who? munch munch Who likes the student council prez? munch munch"
Shen Qinghan: "……"
She crooked a finger, signaling him to come closer.
The two were seated in a secluded corner of the nearly empty classroom.
Not that anyone would dare stare—Shen Qinghan’s glare was terrifying enough.
Unlike Dongfang Zhixia, who wore her disdain openly, Shen Qinghan’s cold gaze alone made people squirm.
But Ye Cheng was immune. If anything, he found it thrilling.
Dragging his chair over, Ye Cheng leaned in.
"What’s up, Miss Shen?"
"Closer. Put your foot here."
She pointed to a spot beside her.
Confused but compliant, Ye Cheng obliged.
"Here?"
Shen Qinghan nodded. "Yes."
Ye Cheng placed his foot down.
Then—
Squish.
A small black leather shoe came down on his foot.
Shen Qinghan’s.
Ye Cheng: "……"
"Uh… Miss Shen, your shoe seems to be on my foot." He blinked innocently.
Shen Qinghan ignored him, repeating her question as if nothing had happened.
"Do you like Dongfang Zhixia?"
Before he could answer, the pressure on his foot intensified.
Ye Cheng: "……"
His foot hurt.
So this whole charade was just to step on him?
What a devious girl.
Unfazed, Ye Cheng kept his composure, even injecting a note of indignation into his voice.
"Chicken legs can be eaten carelessly, but words can’t be thrown around recklessly! Don’t think your status lets you slander me. Haven’t you heard? ‘A cornered beast will fight desperately!’"
Shen Qinghan gave no indication of whether she bought it. She simply picked up her phone, tapped a few times, and slid it toward him.
On the phone screen was a one-minute-long video.
Clicking play, the footage began to shake, accompanied by chaotic noise—clack, clack, clack—the crisp sound of high heels echoed through the auditorium...
"I WILL BE THE PRESIDENT'S DOG!!!"
What followed was Ye Cheng tearing off his clothes, entering his "second form."
The video captured none other than the scene of Ye Cheng's public confession during the freshman orientation.
Someone had recorded the entire thing.
Just moments ago, Ye Cheng had been seething with indignation. But now, with the evidence staring him in the face, his expression instantly cleared into one of pure innocence.
"You just said you’d spill blood within five steps?" Shen Qinghan calmly put away her phone, her gaze steady on Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng blinked his "Kazilan big eyes."
"Ahaha, Miss Shen, how could you say that? That’s the act of a brute—what does that have to do with me, Ye Cheng? I’m no brute, I’m just a humble workhorse, ahaha..."
He forced an awkward laugh while scratching his head.
Shen Qinghan: "..."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
