The Young Lady Elbows the Student Council President, Forces a Team Fight, New Entry, Keen-Eared and Sharp-Eyed

Time rewinds to before the incident.

Seeing the Student Council President charging over with a fierce, determined, and clearly hostile look, the Young Lady also narrowed her eyes and entered a state of alert.

No mistake about it, this deceitful, shameless woman in front of her was about to pull the same old trick again!

In the moments it took for the President to walk over, the Young Lady analyzed her from head to toe, anticipating every possible "provocative" move she might make.

Finally, the instant the President reached out to grab Ye Cheng's tie, the Young Lady also moved!

Like a precision instrument within a large machine, where moving one part affects the whole, the President's kiss was intercepted with pinpoint accuracy—landing on the Young Lady's palm, while Ye Cheng got the back of her hand.

Shen Qinghan looked at Dongfang Zhixia with an expression reserved for idiots.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Her move had been so fast, yet it was still predicted?

Clearly, her surprise attack had failed. If one plan didn't work, she'd have to switch to another. However, a faint sense of regret flickered through Dongfang Zhixia's heart.

That kiss in the cafeteria had stayed with Dongfang Zhixia for a long time, unforgotten even now. It had been fueling her dreams these past few nights, compounded by her trips upstairs to spy on the boys' dorm with a telescope.

The elements in the President's dreams had become quite... rich, to the point where her first task every morning upon waking was to rush to the bathroom for a shower...

But illusions were just illusions. No matter how many times something appeared in a dream, it remained just that—a dream, unable to cross over into reality.

The more she resisted, the more it appeared; the more it appeared, the more it troubled her; the more troubled she was, the more irritable she became; the more irritable she became, the more she wanted...

That's right. What started as a dream had evolved. Now, Dongfang Zhixia wanted to personally experiment, to find out what that feeling was really like.

Last time happened too suddenly. Her mind was buzzing, like "Pigsy eating the Ginseng Fruit"—it was over before she could even taste it.

It ended, fine, but she couldn't stop thinking about it...

Since childhood, if Dongfang Zhixia wanted something, there was no possibility of not getting it. Having a dream at night and seeing it realized upon waking the next morning—that was the power befitting a top-tier family.

As she grew older, Dongfang Zhixia preferred not to rely on others, favoring using her own strength and ability to obtain what she wanted.

Being tormented by a dream yet unable to attain it... this seemed to be a first.

But remember... your President is still your President. If Dongfang Zhixia wanted something, there was nothing she couldn't get, even if it meant resorting to unscrupulous means!

And now... seemed like a perfect opportunity, a chance to kill two birds with one stone. An opportunity to turn the dream into reality.

She could get what she wanted and make that certain holier-than-thou individual suffer!

Why not go for it?

Having seemingly found a reasonable excuse—a reasonable excuse to do that to Ye Cheng—Dongfang Zhixia didn't hesitate to act. The timing, the location, the circumstances were all favorable. The advantage was hers!

Unfortunately, she was intercepted by the Young Lady. The President, kissing the Young Lady's hand, stared at her in astonishment, seemingly about to blurt out an accented "...I don't understand..."

How could it be? How could she fail? How did this self-righteous person move so fast this time? How did she predict her move?

While the President was still puzzled, the Young Lady exerted force, pushing away Dongfang Zhixia, who was kissing her hand.

Thump, thump... The President took two steps back, steadying herself. The push was strong, similar to the slap in the office earlier.

Which meant... the Young Lady was going all out every time she faced the President. After all, the Young Lady's physical condition was somewhat weaker than an average person's.

For the Young Lady, who hadn't even reached average physical standards, to "successfully elbow" the President naturally required "giving it her all."

Pushed away and snapping back to reality, Dongfang Zhixia looked at Shen Qinghan with disbelief. "You dare push me?"

Shen Qinghan simply ignored Dongfang Zhixia, as usual—no reply, or rather, not even acknowledging she'd read it.

Shen Qinghan was still putting pressure on Ye Cheng.

Squish!

The loafer Shen Qinghan had on Ye Cheng's foot pressed down harder. Her calm voice came through. "Are you saying her strength is greater than yours?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

That one sentence made Ye Cheng break out in a cold sweat, his legs even going a bit weak. This wasn't a simple question about physical strength. In essence, it needed a different translation. Simply put: So if she wants it, you just give it?

Naturally, no matter how superior Dongfang Zhixia's physique was compared to her peers, it was no match for Ye Cheng's—not even close.

The fact that Ye Cheng could be so easily yanked over essentially indicated one thing: Ye Cheng hadn't resisted... at least, that's how Shen Qinghan saw it.

Gulp.

Ye Cheng swallowed, instinctively licking his slightly dry lips, and began to stammer an explanation.

"Uh... well, probably not... Young Lady, I was ambushed. You know, for an eighteen-year-old geezer like me, reaction times and such compared to seven or eight-year-old youngsters... it's normal to be a bit off..."

To this explanation from Ye Cheng, Shen Qinghan, unusually, didn't show a further increase in anger. She just snorted coldly and turned her head away, no longer looking at Ye Cheng.

By the looks of it, it was unclear whether she planned to deal with Ye Cheng later back home or had some other scheme.

Great. He survived.

Ye Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless, he was alive for now. As for later, he'd just have to play it by ear. If he failed, he'd obediently accept being turned into mincemeat!

Ye Cheng was busy planning how to get the Young Lady to forgive him once they got back, completely failing to notice that the Young Lady wasn't quite herself at the moment. Although her expression was normal, a closer look at her ears, hidden by her hair, would reveal... they were slightly flushed and warm.

Although Shen Qinghan had been carried by Ye Cheng on his back lately due to her sprained ankle, leading to plenty of physical contact, it had all been within the bounds of normal interaction.

For the Young Lady, having the back of her hand kissed was a bit too... "over the line." Her mind was already somewhat dazed.

She was just forcing herself to appear "unfazed" and "indifferent" so as not to lose face in front of the President and Ye Cheng, merely pushing away the person kissing her hand.

In reality... from that moment on, the Young Lady hadn't really known what she was doing. Her whole being felt like it was floating on clouds, completely unaware of her own actions.

So... that's what it feels like. It seems even more intense than the descriptions in books...

Especially when she saw Ye Cheng, nervous, unconsciously lick his slightly dry lips. That very action was the last straw for the already flustered young lady. Seizing the chance to "interrogate Ye Cheng with her eyes," she shifted her gaze away.

You thought the young lady was pondering how to confront the Student Council President?

In reality, the young lady simply couldn't handle it anymore... Compared to the President's high offense but low defense, the young lady's situation seems even more absurd. Not only does she have almost no attack power, but her defense is practically nonexistent too—all her points apparently went into intelligence and looks.

So what if the perfect young lady has low defense?

So what?! (Hands on hips, righteous and loud)!!!

She might lose her composure internally, but she absolutely cannot lose face externally, especially not in front of the Student Council President. The young lady would never allow it!

To the surrounding spectators, this looked like the main wife confronting the concubine, the original spouse taking on the mistress. The several hundred people in the hallway were so quiet you could only hear the sound of breathing, everyone afraid to make a noise and ruin their own viewing experience of the drama.

Fully focused, they opened their phones to record in the highest quality, unwilling to miss even the tiniest detail...

The only real pity was why they hadn't yet seen their favorite part—the male lead's "explosive demise." Damn it, if you're going to two-time and get caught in a love triangle, then go die properly, you scumbag!!!

Watching the two of them "flirting and bickering" right in front of her, Dongfang Zhixia, standing not far away, seemed to be getting rather heated. Being pushed aside was one thing.

But then this happens again. The young lady still gives her the cold shoulder—read but no reply. The highest form of humiliation is precisely this, not even considering you a worthy opponent. Clearly, the young lady is a natural talent at "humiliating people."

The icy, perpetually aloof young lady seems to naturally come with an attack power buff.

Having been subjected to the cold shoulder once more, the Student Council President finally snapped. She strode over towards the young lady again and grabbed her wrist.

The young lady furrowed her brows slightly, trying to pull her hand back, but unfortunately, she failed.

Due to her usual lack of exercise, the young lady was ultimately inferior to the President in terms of physical fitness.

"Aren't you so impressive? Try pushing me again?" Dongfang Zhixia puffed out her chest and "bumped" against the slightly disadvantaged young lady.

Hmm... The attack power was a bit lacking, but the humiliation factor was extreme, the aggression off the charts. Ye Cheng, watching from the side, was dumbfounded... You could even do that?

Ye Cheng was on standby, ready to transform into a suicide squad and carry the young lady away to escape if the President actually resorted to violence, thus ending this farce.

He knew all too well what the young lady's physical condition was like. He estimated she probably couldn't even beat an elementary school kid...

This wasn't Ye Cheng talking nonsense. Kids these days eat way too well. A while back, when Ye Cheng finished his shift driving a forklift at a shady logistics company and went to buy some iced tea, he ran into a "young lad" nearly 1.9 meters tall who called him "uncle."

"Uncle, could I borrow your phone to make a call? My smartwatch ran out of battery..." The other party looked pitiful, calling him "uncle" repeatedly, eyes slightly red, clearly genuinely anxious.

But Ye Cheng, looking at this "kid" taller than himself and then at the other's children's smartwatch, fell into silence.

Involuntarily, Ye Cheng recalled a certain scene from a movie... Is this damn kid really eight years old???

Also, even if he looked a bit scruffy from driving a forklift, did he really deserve to be called "uncle"?

Damn it, zero social skills!

If the other guy hadn't been half a head taller, Ye Cheng would have made him experience "Do you believe I can make you fly today!" However, considering the other's impressive stature, it was better to win with virtue.

In the end, Ye Cheng lent him his phone to make the call, at the cost of a pack of spicy strips.

The kid was indeed a good kid, even shouting "Goodbye, uncle!" as he left... Damn it, uncle!!!

Seeing that struggling was futile, the young lady stopped resisting. Instead, she looked at the other calmly and said, "The simpler the mind, the more developed the brawn."

A question mark appeared above Dongfang Zhixia's head. Even at a time like this, this supposedly refined and aloof person still couldn't read the room and was here insulting her?

Dongfang Zhixia suppressed her anger, a "gentle" smile on her face. "Don't think slandering my dear like that will make me love him any less. I happen to like men who are simple-minded and strong."

As she spoke, Dongfang Zhixia blinked and threw a flirtatious glance in Ye Cheng's direction.

Ye Cheng: "???"

Huh?

How did this involve him now... Wait, who are you calling simple-minded and strong?!!!

In a fit of rage, Ye Cheng got angry... and that was it. He finally decided that after going back today, he would open a certain shopping app and mercilessly steal people's virtual crops. After stealing, he'd even beat up their virtual chickens!!!

No, his revenge wasn't complete. He decided, next time he went to the President's house, he would ruthlessly steal and eat the snacks hidden by the little secretary!

Last time he went to Dongfang Zhixia's villa, those snacks were an unexpected delight. It was obvious they weren't hidden by the President herself. With only two people in the villa, if not the President, then who?

Gee, so hard to guess... Don't blame me, you oversized hamster spirit. This is all because your young lady forced my hand!!!

Ye Cheng's greatest strength is bullying the weak, being a bully who relies on others' power, picking on the vulnerable... He doesn't have the guts to settle scores with a super Saiyan like the Student Council President, so he can only bully the "oversized hamster" little secretary who likes to hide snacks everywhere.

Consider it a psychological victory. The strong should ruthlessly humiliate the weak!!!

Just as Ye Cheng wanted to play dead and pretend he didn't hear what Dongfang Zhixia said, the damn, unreliable golden finger that had been beautifully invisible for who knows how long made its appearance again!

Black text slowly materialized before Ye Cheng's eyes, visible only to him.

[Host, please admit that you are simple-minded and strong, OR deny that you are simple-minded.]

[Task Reward: Keen Eyes and Ears]

[Refusal Reward: Intelligence +1]

Looking at this task description, Ye Cheng really couldn't hold back. Damn golden finger, insulting him in a roundabout way, huh? Either admit he's simple-minded and strong, or admit he's not simple-minded but still strong... So he's really just strong, is that it?

Intelligence +1?

Does that mean he could handcraft a controlled nuclear fusion reactor?

Does it mean guaranteed admission to a bachelor's program?

Does it mean...

What the heck is "Keen Eyes and Ears" anyway? Ye Cheng had no idea. Things like "Walking Swiftly as if Flying" were probably just buffs applied to the body. He was born with the discerning eye to spot "pigs"—everyone looked like a pig to him. What need did he have for keen eyes and ears?

A wicked smile curled on Ye Cheng's lips. He chose to deny, using practical action to prove he was not a simple-minded person.

Drawing a circle with his left hand, a square with his right, while reciting the tongue twister "Eating grapes without spitting out the grape skins" backwards... The surrounding crowd of onlookers was deathly silent.

Even the young lady and the president, who were at the center of the confrontation, watched Ye Cheng in somewhat stunned silence. The same thought surfaced in both their minds... What is this idiot (jerk) doing now?

A moment later, Ye Cheng's sky-high, show-off operation concluded, and a confident smile spread across his face.

"So, how about that? My mind isn't simple, is it?"

The crowd: "..."

It was clear. His mind was indeed not simple, but it probably had a few screws loose...

As for the strange looks from everyone around him, Ye Cheng was already immune to them and didn't care in the slightest. Instead, he waited somewhat excitedly for his Intelligence +1 to arrive. If he could really handcraft controlled nuclear fusion, he could become a parasite within the system in the future, woohoo!!!

Just as Ye Cheng was brimming with excitement... a notification appeared!

"Task completed. Reward issued!"

"Keen Eyes and Ears!"

Ye Cheng: "???"