The classroom.
Dongfang Zhixia gazed silently at the empty seat beside her. This seat belonged to her little secretary. Class had already started several minutes ago, and the little secretary still hadn't returned. Had she fallen into the toilet or something?
Dongfang Zhixia knew her little secretary was timid and afraid of Shen Qinghan, so she naturally wouldn't force her. Otherwise, the kid might have nightmares when sleeping at night, and that wouldn't be good.
If she had nightmares, the one who'd suffer would still be her.
The little secretary liked to hug something while sleeping and had a habit of talking in her sleep. Many times, Dongfang Zhixia had heard her muttering about potato chips and cupcakes in the middle of the night, which even made Dongfang Zhixia dream about those things too.
She still remembered one time when they watched a horror movie at home. That night, the little secretary was too scared to even go to the bathroom alone, so Dongfang Zhixia had to accompany her.
And while using the toilet, she kept asking if Dongfang Zhixia was still there. It wasn't too frequent... just about every five seconds...
"Miss, are you there?"
"I'm here."
"Miss, are you there?"
"..."
"Wah... Miss..."
"I'm here, I'm here, alright..."
"Miss, you..."
It was a torturous night. No, actually, it was several nights in a row. The lingering effect of the horror movie lasted, and for several consecutive nights, the little secretary was like this. The Student Council President endured the torment and silently deleted all the horror movies from the home TV... No more watching!!!
"Where has this dummy run off to?" Dongfang Zhixia's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk as she pondered.
If she remembered correctly, the little secretary should be hiding in some inconspicuous spot to avoid being noticed by a certain "ice-block face." The matter should be over by now, so she should have returned. Or had she run into some trouble?
It was rare for the little secretary to be unreachable like this. In the past, such times usually meant she was secretly stashing snacks at home...
"Something's off." Dongfang Zhixia stopped tapping her fingers, narrowed her eyes as if confirming something, and stood up from her seat, intending to go look for her.
Tap, tap, tap... Footsteps sounded from the corridor outside.
"Reporting..." The little secretary stood at the doorway, calling out "reporting" like a primary school student who was late. Instantly, many gazes focused on her. The little secretary shivered, looking rather timid, and hurried inside.
Those staring eyes quickly vanished because... they had entered the Student Council President's territory. If they kept looking, they'd probably be pummeled into beef balls later.
"Miss, I'm back..." After sitting down, the little secretary blinked her eyes at her young mistress, replaying in her mind all the things Ye Cheng had said earlier, those reminders. She absolutely must not show any flaws, otherwise all the delicious food would be gone.
For the sake of food, the little secretary mustered every ounce of her strength to memorize what Ye Cheng said. Finally, under Ye Cheng's relentless "combination punches" of hypnosis using scallion pancakes and fried chicken cutlets, she managed to remember.
First, don't act abnormally. Behave as usual. If asked, just say you went to the bathroom. If no further questions are asked, let it end there. If questioned further, say someone was occupying a stall in the bathroom, so you went somewhere else...
Ye Cheng knew the Student Council President wasn't easy to fool, so he prepared Plans A, B, C, D, E... many sets of plans, making the little secretary fully prepared. In a way, this was really putting the little secretary through the wringer.
As Ye Cheng put it...
"Hamster, be honest with me. Did you have a high fever when you were little?" Ye Cheng looked silently at the little secretary who couldn't remember a single thing and asked helplessly.
"Huh? Bad guy, how did you know!" The little secretary blinked her big, sparkling eyes, looking at Ye Cheng with great curiosity.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Alright, never mind. Everything makes sense now.
Fortunately, Ye Cheng had strong mental fortitude. Not only was he not driven mad by the little secretary's brilliant answer, but he also found a way to tame the hamster... oh no, a way to hypnotize the little secretary into remembering things.
By continuously increasing the stakes while painting a rosy picture for the little secretary, Ye Cheng was like a black-hearted company boss, talking to employees about dedication, development, and the future, ending with a line like "You'll be a founding member of the company!" Such a motivational shot was like injecting nuclear-powered donkey drive!
Little did one know, this was just the early stage of the company's development, when there weren't many cheap, capable, and willing nuclear-powered donkeys around. Remember one thing: without substantial benefits, all talk of the future and ideals is just painting a pie in the sky.
"The company won't forget you when it succeeds..." This sentence should probably be, "The company definitely won't let you off when it succeeds."
The first to be laid off are you "old-timers" who joined at the beginning. After all, the new ones are cheaper and more capable, while the old ones have more issues and demand higher pay—totally not cost-effective.
Right now, Ye Cheng was the black-hearted company boss, and the little secretary was like a fresh university graduate, her eyes filled with clear and unmistakable foolishness.
The little secretary immersed herself in the beautiful world full of scallion pancakes, fried chicken, and other delicious things that Ye Cheng had constructed. Her memory power skyrocketed, as if the long-unused CPU in her head suddenly started spinning.
In less than three minutes, the little secretary memorized everything Ye Cheng said. Even Ye Cheng couldn't help but sigh... this hamster is beyond saving.
It's just a shame he couldn't truly be a black-hearted company boss painting pies for the little secretary. Given the potential she was bursting with for food right now, if she later found out she'd been deceived, and all that beauty was just a pie he painted, who knows how hard she'd cry in front of the Student Council President. He'd be in for a world of trouble then.
No choice. Considering the Student Council President factor, Ye Cheng could only, with tears in his eyes, be a conscientious boss.
"Where did you go just now?" Dongfang Zhixia raised an eyebrow, sweeping her gaze over the little secretary... She couldn't see anything unusual.
The little secretary's behavior was also perfectly normal, showing no signs of having been "kidnapped" by Ye Cheng earlier. Instead, she blinked her eyes and spoke in her usual unhurried tone.
"Miss, I went to the bathroom earlier."
Similarly, telling the little secretary to speak slowly and not rush was also Ye Cheng's idea. And the most important point: he reminded her that when lying, she mustn't act "sneaky" or feel guilty. If she felt guilty, the scallion pancakes and fried chicken cutlets would be gone!
Although she felt a bit sorry for her young mistress, with a vague sense of guilt and wrongdoing... but after thinking about the fragrant scallion pancakes and fried chicken cutlets, the guilt and sense of wrongdoing immediately vanished. She had already turned into a dummy whose brain couldn't function without little snacks.
But then... the little secretary wasn't very smart to begin with, so maybe she wasn't turning into a dummy?
Maybe if she became a dummy and took an IQ test, she'd be surprised to find her score had increased!!!
This wasn't the first time the little secretary had lied to the Student Council President, but this time... it was undoubtedly the best one. Aside from her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of her chest, everything else was perfectly normal!
Dongfang Zhixia nodded: "Alright, get ready for class. We'll grab a bite to eat later."
Hearing this, the little secretary breathed a sigh of relief, her hanging heart finally settling. Thank goodness... thank you, scallion pancake!!!
If Ye Cheng ever found out that after her success, the little secretary's gratitude wasn't directed at him, or even at a person, but at a scallion pancake, he'd probably die of anger, wouldn't he?
The little secretary took out her textbooks, spread them on the desk, piled them high, and then flopped down, ready to sleep. The class material was so hard to understand, she just couldn't get it...
Soon, the little secretary was slumped over the desk, her eyes narrowed into two wavy lines, comfortably beginning her little nap.
Class?
What class? I'm here, aren't I? That counts as attending.
The Student Council President beside her: "..."
Ah... let her sleep. Sleeping is fine, at least she won't get worked up by that certain jerk.
Little did she know... that certain jerk had already infiltrated the little secretary's defenses. Two scallion pancakes were all it took to completely crash her security system!
...
Meanwhile.
Ye Cheng was skulking along the wall as if he'd pressed the "silent movement" key, making not a sound, trying to sneak in through the back door.
Click, click...
Testing the door, it seemed locked, but the sound suggested it wasn't deadbolted?
In that case... come on out, "Super Master Key"!!!
Ye Cheng fished a piece of wire from his pocket, bent it, and then... he straightened it out. Slowly, he inserted the wire into the lock, fiddling and jiggling it around. He seemed to memorize the lock's pins, then took out another identical piece of wire and started crafting by hand...
In less than a minute, Ye Cheng had fashioned a curved wire. He slowly inserted it into the lock and began a rhythmic jiggling and twisting... Click!
It opened!
Ye Cheng smirked evilly.
Door locks in a prestigious school?
Interesting, but still not quite a match for a brother's skills.
Daily Smirk Like the Dragon King moment!
After opening the door, Ye Cheng put the wire away and crept inside. He rolled forward... Thump! He seemed to have bumped into something. Ye Cheng looked up and found himself staring eye-to-eye with the middle-aged teacher holding a textbook, right in the middle of the lesson.
Middle-aged teacher: "..."
Ye Cheng: "..."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
