The Arrogant Nasty Woman, Continuously Outputting, The Young Lady's Perplexing Problem...

Inside the classroom.

The familiar middle-aged geezer stood at the podium lecturing while the students below were drowsy. In the last row, the Eldest Miss was reading a philosophy book very seriously—an original English edition.

*Rustle.*

She turned the page gently, finishing another one. Seeming to reach a specific time interval, the Eldest Miss stopped reading, slapped the book face-down on the desk, and slowly turned her head to look at the empty seat beside her, seemingly deep in thought.

*That idiot... where is he?*

In the Eldest Miss's view, since Ye Cheng had successfully escaped, he should have returned to the classroom after a short while. However... more than half an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of Ye Cheng.

Unlike the Student Council President, when the Eldest Miss was engaged in an "evil clash" or blasting "Conqueror's Haki" against the President, she could actually track Ye Cheng's movement trajectory.

The Eldest Miss had excellent eyesight; otherwise, she wouldn't have caught Ye Cheng immediately when he tried to muddle through and hide among the crowd of onlookers earlier.

She saw him, but she didn't *fully* see him.

She had successfully locked onto Ye Cheng at the very beginning, true, but she lost track of him later. Aside from Ye Cheng's superb skill at fishing in troubled waters, another major reason she lost him was that the Student Council President was standing right in front of her, constantly casting her ultimate ability at point-blank range, interfering with the Eldest Miss's lock-on effect.

With no other choice, the Eldest Miss had to refocus her attention on the "brawny female gorilla" who was pinning her against the wall.

The Eldest Miss's final "Defeat CG" cutscene was unfortunately only witnessed by the Student Council President. It was quite a pity; she just wondered if the President had taken any photos...

Silently, Shen Qinghan withdrew her gaze, flipped the book she had placed face-down back over, and prepared to continue reading.

Shen Qinghan had repeated this action many times now. Ever since she came back, she had been like this: after finishing a chapter, she would stare at the door and the seat next to her.

Unfortunately, Ye Cheng didn't appear out of thin air... Feeling inexplicably irritable, Shen Qinghan furrowed her brows, took a deep breath, and continued to focus her attention on the book in front of her.

The Eldest Miss continued to read, and at this moment, the middle-aged geezer lecturing on the podium stopped.

"The rest is free time. If there's anything you don't understand, ask the teacher." The geezer finished speaking and took a sip of the goji berry water from his thermos. *Hmm... indeed, once you get on in years, you really have to drink this. It warms the heart and gives you a lot more confidence.*

*Nurse my health for a while longer, and one day after work, I can go back and perform a "battle for three hundred rounds" with the wife. Hopefully, my old moves still work...*

The middle-aged geezer daydreamed while drinking his goji water. After drinking, he felt "Morale +1+1+1" and "Courage +1+1+1," and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

It felt like nothing more than a fantasy one has while watching their life flash before their eyes, hiding under the covers and crying after being KO'd by their wife in a single round...

Morale soared!

The geezer began to wander around the classroom with his book in hand, digesting the "Middle-Aged Geezer Happy Water" he had just imbibed. He was very smart; while wandering around, he didn't go near the Eldest Miss's side, simply pacing back and forth on the other side of the classroom.

The surrounding students: "..."

Compared to the unlucky students where the geezer was wandering, the Eldest Miss's side had it much better. No matter which subject teacher it was, they wouldn't wander over there. It was simply too awesome; people over there were even eating self-heating hotpot, while this side was still hugging their books...

Just as the unlucky students on that side were doubting life and preparing to recall the VIP content of "Teacher So-and-So" from the Island Nation that they saw in a video last night, suddenly, someone in the back row seemed to hear a sound. It was very faint; without listening carefully, one wouldn't hear it at all.

But because the classroom was currently very quiet, any faint sound was infinitely amplified.

*It seems to be... coming from the back door?*

"Did you guys hear that? Sounds like there's a noise?"

"What noise? I think you're going senile... wait, there really is something!"

"What sound? Let me listen..."

If they could whip out self-heating hotpots like the students near the Eldest Miss, the students specially looked after by the geezer wouldn't have noticed such a subtle sound. There was no helping it; it was too damn boring. It was the kind of boredom where you could study an ant for half the day. The commotion coming from the back spread like a virus; one by one, they started whispering, their gazes focusing on the back door.

The still-daydreaming geezer noticed the anomaly on this side. His brow furrowed, his skin wrinkling up into the character "川", his eyes filled with confusion.

*Why is everyone looking there? Is there something over there?*

The geezer looked over.

*Click!*

At that exact moment, the door opened. Ye Cheng, who had been struggling outside the back door for ages, finally succeeded. A "Crooked Mouth Dragon King" smile appeared on his face. *A mere noble academy is nothing... I'll go in with a combat roll!!!*

*Thud!*

Ye Cheng executed a combat roll, landing precisely at the old geezer's feet. One looked down, one looked up, and four eyes met.

The surrounding students: "..."

The middle-aged geezer: "..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

The half of the classroom that was already silent became even quieter after Ye Cheng's "unique" entrance... As expected of you, you always find a way to pull some new stunt!

Before meeting Ye Cheng, every rich young master and young miss in the class thought they were the protagonist of the world. After meeting Ye Cheng, they were rudely awakened... Protagonists my ass! They were, at best, slightly wealthier NPCs!

Protagonists?

Sorry, they didn't qualify. They were too "ordinary." In front of Ye Cheng, they were mere rookies; calling them NPCs felt like a compliment.

Whenever they thought Ye Cheng was at his wit's end, he would always unleash something huge, slapping them hard in the face and telling them... *You're just a bunch of outsiders!*

There was no disdain or judgment toward Ye Cheng. Even the initial strange looks had transformed into admiration and reverence amidst shock after shock. The male students looked on with envy, the female students with greed.

Male students: *How did he get so awesome again?*

Female students: *How did he get so handsome again?*

They envied Ye Cheng's talent. He effortlessly pulled off stunts they couldn't achieve in a lifetime. What is talent? *This* is talent!!!

Too cool!!!

As for the female students... their gazes became much more subtle and restrained, but the way they stared straight at Ye Cheng betrayed them. Their eyes were practically shooting little hearts.

If it weren't for the Eldest Miss acting as the "Heavenly Dao" suppressing this place, Ye Cheng probably would have been "accidentally bumped into" by at least ten female classmates every day, or dealt with situations like, "Classmate, I dropped my eraser, could you pick it up for me?"

If there isn't a topic of conversation, couldn't they just manufacture an "accident" to create one?

Then they would unleash a little combo of moves. If all else failed, they would use their "money superpower" to sack Ye Cheng and carry him home.

Especially since Ye Cheng had inexplicably added another point to his Charm stat. To quote a certain manufacturer... it had reached a new high!

If suppression is a talent, one might as well look at the female classmates in the Eldest Miss's class. That was true suffering. The meat was right by their mouths, yet they couldn't eat it; they couldn't even catch a whiff of it. They had to be on edge just to steal a glance...

When it comes to suppression...!!!

As for Ye Cheng... he was practically a walking incubus...!!!

The eerie silence lasted for a few seconds before Ye Cheng reacted first. Then... he scrambled out of the room, leaving exactly the way he came, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Bang!

The middle-aged teacher: "???"

The surrounding classmates: "???"

Classmate... are you actually human?

A moment later, the sound of running came from the hallway. Ye Cheng appeared at the front door of the classroom, knocked, and shouted very politely.

"Report. I just went to the restroom. Had a bit of a stomachache, just got back."

Ye Cheng said this without blushing or missing a beat.

The surrounding classmates: "..."

The middle-aged teacher: "..."

If I hadn't just seen you, I might have actually believed your nonsense!

"Oh, it's fine. Health is important. If your stomach hurts, rest well. Go back to your seat." The teacher put on the appearance of a "kind and understanding" educator.

Do you think the teacher didn't want to elbow Ye Cheng a couple of times?

But have you considered that if you elbowed him, you might get fired tomorrow just because your left eyelid twitched twice?

Ye Cheng nodded, sprinted to the last row, and returned to his seat. Once he entered the Eldest Miss's "Conqueror's Haki" range, the gazes that had been fixed on Ye Cheng—both male and female—finally retracted.

"Eldest Miss, I'm back!" After sitting down, Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, looking at Shen Qinghan beside him with a "Handsome Face" meme expression.

Shen Qinghan continued flipping through the book in her hand, as if she hadn't heard him.

You couldn't tell at all that just moments ago, the Eldest Miss had been looking at the empty seat beside her and the door after every paragraph. Her current appearance seemed indifferent and unconcerned, inexplicably resembling the "left on read" or "unread" status the Eldest Miss gave to others.

Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin and took zero seconds to guess whether the Eldest Miss truly didn't hear him or was pretending... Damn, it's so hard to guess, I feel like my brain is about to burn out!

"Eldest Miss, I was lying to them just now. I didn't go to the restroom."

Ye Cheng whispered sneakily, making it sound like some unspeakable secret. Shen Qinghan's expression remained unchanged as she turned the pages of her book.

However... compared to her original reading speed, it had sped up. Or rather... she didn't read that page, she just flipped it!

Seeing Shen Qinghan remain silent, Ye Cheng continued muttering in a low voice: "Eldest Miss, you know how the President is... cough, that arrogant woman relies on the power in her hands to commit all sorts of crimes and bully the weak. It makes people env... makes people sick!"

He almost voiced his inner desire to be a "Celestial Dragon" and his envy of the President's "evil deeds"...

This time, Shen Qinghan finally gave a reaction. She nodded.

"Mn, go on."

Ye Cheng was delighted. Great, there's a chance!

Seeming to have found the speaking style and content that satisfied the Eldest Miss, Ye Cheng decided to continue down the path of attacking the President, going all the way to the bitter end!

Sorry, Madam President!

"I was just fake playing with that woman who pulls a long face. I'm only playing for real with you, Eldest Miss. I've had enough of her a long time ago, that vicious woman..."

Ye Cheng began to expand on the topic of "smearing the President," launching a 360-degree attack without blind spots. What he said got more and more excessive; he even claimed that the rat poison eaten by rats in the school was actually stolen and eaten by Dongfang Zhixia at night, just to let the rats live so they could destroy the school's landscaping...

Hmm... that's a bit ridiculous, but let's not worry about that right now. In cool, refreshing novels and brain-rot short videos, there are so many logical inconsistencies, yet people still watch them!

I admit your Lord of Mysteries is awesome, but my Three-Year Agreement isn't necessarily bad!

The clash between the two groups, the "intellectual" and the "mindless," doesn't actually have a hierarchy of nobility. As long as it's fun!

Supporting "intellectual" gets this (thumbs down)!

Supporting "mindless" gets this (thumbs down)!

Sending me study materials gets this (thumbs up)!

Ye Cheng did his best to smear the President, but several minutes passed, and the Eldest Miss's face remained expressionless... Er, although the Eldest Miss usually has no expression, being cool and cute.

But having no expression and having no expression are different... There are two trees in front of my house. One is a jujube tree, the other is...

Something's wrong. Where is the problem?

Ye Cheng spun his super brain into high gear, formatting all the useless stuff in his mind and dedicating all remaining space to thinking about the Eldest Miss.

The general direction of smearing the President is correct, but why is the Eldest Miss still unhappy... Think, think... Got it!

Suddenly, a bouquet of flowers appeared in Ye Cheng's mind!

A bouquet held by the President, frequently shown off to the Eldest Miss. Perhaps... the problem lies there?

After briefly organizing his wording, Ye Cheng began his "operation."

"Eldest Miss, you know that the vicious, smelly woman has strong vanity. That... didn't 'Brother' get caught with a weakness before? As a result, this vicious woman threatened me, demanding I send flowers every day to humiliate me, and then she plans to ruthlessly reject me on the hundredth day!"

As soon as Ye Cheng said this, the Eldest Miss, who had kept a cold face the whole time, finally showed a change.

"She made you send the flowers?" Shen Qinghan's voice was calm, betraying no fluctuation.

Ye Cheng nodded vigorously. "Yes, Eldest Miss. That vicious woman made me send them just to humiliate me. It's for revenge!"

Revenge... that excuse seemed plausible?

Shen Qinghan also knew that at the start of the school term, Ye Cheng had offended Dongfang Zhixia, and quite badly at that. So, forcing Ye Cheng to send flowers every day only to reject him in the end... that behavior seemed to make sense?

"Miss, please be the judge of this! That vicious woman just wants to ruin my reputation in front of everyone, to make me suffer a public social death..."

Ye Cheng recounted his recent bitterness and grievances with snot and tears running down his face. Shen Qinghan fell silent. It was a good while before she finally spoke up to interrupt Ye Cheng.

"You... are afraid of ruining your reputation? Of social death?"

Shen Qinghan looked at Ye Cheng with a hint of uncertainty.

Ye Cheng nodded, blinking his "big, sparkling eyes" with a look of pure "innocence." "Yes, Miss. I am timid, I have low self-esteem, I have social anxiety, and I am terrified of school violence!"

Shen Qinghan: "..."

So, you mean to tell me that you—a person who is timid, has low self-esteem, has social anxiety, and fears school violence—have, in less than a month since school started: shouted in front of thousands of people that you want to be the Student Council President's dog, performed backflips, showed up late every day, charged for food like a crazed bullfrog leaving everyone else in the dust, and jumped off a balcony preparing to beat up a classmate... Is that right?

Afraid of school violence?

You're afraid the school isn't violent enough, aren't you?

Having thought this through, the Eldest Miss narrowed her eyes and delivered her verdict!

Simply put... Bonk!

A few minutes later.

With a fresh bump on his head, Ye Cheng happily continued his unfinished "eraser surgery" from yesterday like a simple-minded child. As for Shen Qinghan, she was reading a book nearby, but... she was inexplicably distracted. She had stayed on the same page for nearly five minutes without turning it.

She was pondering a question.

If Dongfang Zhixia's purpose in asking Ye Cheng to deliver flowers wasn't to humiliate him, as Ye Cheng had just claimed, then what was it?

Why send flowers?

For the first time, the clever Eldest Miss was stumped by such a "clear and simple" question...

Damn it, it's so hard to guess. Why send flowers...? Do the clever friends in front of the screen know why (snicker, snicker, snicker)?