An Unexpected Encounter, President Lin, Your Nose Fell Off... Shen Qinghan, Just You Wait

"What did she say just now?"

"She said I have great craftsmanship and I'm handsome."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

*Bonk!*

Ye Cheng: "..."

Lying on Ye Cheng's back, Shen Qinghan didn't hesitate to clench her fist and give this idiot, who couldn't speak two words of truth, another knock.

The two had already left the noodle shop. Thanks to the landlady, Ye Cheng had survived once again. After the landlady's sudden interruption, the Young Miss was no longer pursuing the matter of the teeth marks on the phone.

Although... he didn't know why, for Ye Cheng, this was undoubtedly a good thing. A massive stroke of luck.

Young Miss... Loyalty!!!

After leaving the noodle shop, Ye Cheng carried Shen Qinghan back to school, leading to the current scene where Shen Qinghan was asking Ye Cheng what exactly he and the landlady had been talking about earlier.

Actually... the Young Miss had vaguely guessed some things. Although she didn't possess Ye Cheng's heaven-defying ability to read lips, the Young Miss was very smart and could deduce the general idea from their expressions. But since it was just a deduction, she needed to verify it.

The result... Ye Cheng's mouth was harder than steel rebar. No matter how Shen Qinghan knocked on his noggin, Ye Cheng just wouldn't talk.

Dare he speak?

Damn it, was what the landlady said just now even human language?

I also know the Young Miss is a stubborn tsundere. If she wasn't stubborn and wasn't a tsundere, would she still be the Young Miss? Would she have grown up without a single friend?

Some things, even if known, cannot be spoken aloud. The consequences of saying them are limited to two outcomes: one is being looked at with disdain by the Young Miss as if he were an idiot, and the other is seeing her overheat and have a mental breakdown.

The latter is unlikely. After all, apart from when she's playing claw machines, the Young Miss is super emotionally stable—stable as if she's been dead for a while.

Regardless of the outcome, it's better not to say anything. Otherwise, it's either being despised or being hammered by the Young Miss. You choose one.

Choose my ass!

I choose!

Between YES and NO, Ye Cheng unhesitatingly chose "AND".

Otherwise, he couldn't very well say... *Young Miss, just now the landlady said you are a damn tsundere, said you are stubborn, said you look like those losing heroines in her short dramas, like...*

If he really said that, he'd probably be beaten into a beef ball before he could even finish his sentence.

Having knocked Ye Cheng on the head, the Young Miss was evidently in a much better mood. She lay on Ye Cheng's back without speaking. Ye Cheng sped up his pace returning to school. When they reached the school gate, they saw a row of black business cars.

"Tsk tsk tsk, not environmentally friendly at all. Making such a huge scene just to go out. Global warming is happening, glaciers are melting, and polar bears are losing their homes..." Ye Cheng muttered to himself as he walked.

Shen Qinghan: "..."

This punch from Ye Cheng—forget Mike Tyson, even Ultraman Taro couldn't handle it. Taste my move: "The Theory of Distributed Sin"!

When Ye Cheng was a child in the orphanage watching TV commercials, he often wondered what a "shark fin" was and why eating less of it protected the environment. And bear paws, and so on. These specific names were very fresh and weren't found in ordinary books; one had to look them up in professional encyclopedias to get the answers.

Later, Ye Cheng found the answers in books. Oh... so it was that stuff. But the question arose: he had never even heard of these things, so why were they appealing to *him* not to eat protected animals?

Having peeked at the truth and gradually pondered it, Ye Cheng attained enlightenment... The end of technique is the origin of Qi... oh wait, no, it was that he wanted to be a Celestial Dragon too.

That way, when the sin is distributed later, at least he would be truly guilty, unlike those dimwitted children in the orphanage pitying polar bears and sharks... Damn it, you morons, your ugly and stupid state right now is more pitiable than those protected animals!

Ye Cheng became enlightened. Thus, he mentally elbowed everyone equally and made becoming a parasite within the system and a Celestial Dragon his life's creed and goal.

When the time comes and he lands a government job, he will fiercely elbow the "unruly mob" handling business, and then...

*Bonk!*

"Idiot, keep moving." Shen Qinghan's cold voice echoed in Ye Cheng's ear.

Ye Cheng: "..."

A fist to wake Ye Cheng from his Celestial Dragon dream. Young Miss, I am just a commoner...

*Click!*

When Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan were less than ten meters away from the convoy, the door of the car representing the core of the fleet opened. A pair of high-end black leather shoes appeared, followed by black stockings, a pleated skirt...

A very standard student outfit, specifically the style of Dahai City Noble Academy. It looked like another impressive Young Miss had come to attend school?

Ye Cheng looked curiously a few extra times, completely failing to notice that the Young Miss on his back had already narrowed her eyes.

At the school gate, in front of the convoy.

"President Lin, your bag!"

A secretary at the side handed a prepared high-end custom handbag to Lin Baizhi, who had just stepped out of the car.

"Mn." Lin Baizhi nodded lightly, took the handbag from the other person, and then took out a mirror to check her reflection, seeming worried about something.

The secretary seemed to notice her President's concern and spoke tentatively.

"President Lin, you are very beautiful. These little girls in the school can't compare to you." The secretary's tone was very sincere.

Aside from a small element of flattery, a larger part was genuine heartfelt sentiment. At least in her view, her President was excellent to an excessive degree, simply not something these "flowers" still in the greenhouse of the school could compare with.

A difference between clouds and mud.

Studying in the school was essentially to take over the family enterprise and continue to develop and expand it. It was equivalent to fighting monsters and leveling up in an online game; everyone else was a novice, slowly fighting monsters until their level was appropriate to clear the game.

But their Young Miss entered the lobby with max level and god-tier gear. She was going in there to "smurf" (crush newbies). It was no exaggeration to say that ninety-nine percent of the people in the academy were not qualified to speak to Lin Baizhi. Those qualified to sit at a table and speak with Lin Baizhi were the fathers or even grandfathers of these people.

Only those in power were qualified to speak with a fellow power-holder like Lin Baizhi. In Lin Baizhi's eyes, the wealthy young ladies and young masters currently in the academy were nothing more than "juniors."

Childish and laughable.

Lin Baizhi also had her own arrogance in her heart. It was just that she didn't display it as domineeringly and flamboyantly as the Student Council President, but deep down, this arrogance in her bones definitely existed.

This situation wasn't unique to Lin Baizhi; the President had it, and Shen Qinghan had it too. Otherwise, why would she have no friends growing up?

The root cause was simply "Pride"—looking at the people around them as if they were idiots and disdainfully refusing to associate with them. As for Ye Cheng... Ye Cheng was not an idiot at all. Did you think a wild genius was something to be trifled with?

It was just that some geniuses were so brilliant they looped right back around to being weird... which inexplicably made him a perfect match for the Young Miss?

This was great. The Young Miss no longer had to disdain him for being a low-IQ idiot, because Ye Cheng was a "high-IQ idiot"!!!

A perfect dodge!!!

MISS!!!

Lin Baizhi was wearing "heavy makeup," particularly around her eyes. She had applied a smoky eye look to conceal her puffy lower lids and dark circles. She hadn't slept a wink the previous night, having spent the entire time wallowing in sadness.

Now that she had dealt with that troublesome older "leftover woman" trying to raid her home base, dealing with the remaining few young ladies would be a piece of cake!

Lin Baizhi smiled wickedly, and then... her gaze locked with the Young Miss and Ye Cheng, who were standing not far away.

Lin Baizhi: "???"

Lin Baizhi's heart tightened, as if someone had squeezed it. She subconsciously took a half-step back... Why is Brother here?!

The atmosphere turned inexplicably bizarre, as if time had frozen in a standoff.

"Do you know her?" Shen Qinghan looked at Lin Baizhi with a hint of confusion.

"She's irrelevant," Ye Cheng replied without a moment's hesitation.

"Oh. Let's go, I'm thirsty and want some water..."

Hearing his answer, Shen Qinghan withdrew her gaze with total disinterest, no longer lingering on Lin Baizhi. In the Young Miss's world, aside from a select few who possessed specific labels and "color," everyone else was indistinguishable. They were all the same.

She wouldn't look down on someone or hold them in high regard just because of their appearance or status. Everyone received the exact same treatment... Left on Read.

Shen Qinghan lightly tapped Ye Cheng on the head, as if starting a car engine to give Ye Cheng an "ignition spark." Having received his command, Ye Cheng turned away from the spectacle and walked off. The two drifted further away, chatting idly as they went.

Crack...

It felt as though something in the ether had shattered. Miss Lin's heart had broken. Ye Cheng's unhesitating declaration that she was "irrelevant" had dealt Lin Baizhi a critical blow.

Clatter...

Lin Baizhi's eyes grew inexplicably vacant. The mirror in her hand slipped and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"President Lin, you dropped something." The secretary beside her hurriedly bent down to pick it up and returned the mirror to her boss.

However... in Lin Baizhi's eyes, the small mirror had transformed into something else entirely, and the secretary's words seemed to warp.

President Lin, your nose fell off...

Lin Baizhi glanced at the nose in the secretary's hand... oh, wait, no, it was the small mirror. She couldn't hold it back anymore; tears flowed uncontrollably down her face... Her heart hurt so much!

"President Lin, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The secretary asked, her face filled with concern.

"I just got some sand in my eye, it's nothing..." Lin Baizhi rubbed her eyes and spoke with feigned ease, her gaze locked onto the two figures walking further and further away.

Shen Qinghan... just you wait, you antisocial recluse! Boohoo...