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: "..."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
