Ye Cheng twitched on the ground, foaming at the mouth for a good while, but when no one paid him any attention, he simply got up on his own.
He couldn’t keep up the act anymore.
Ah, these truly were times of moral decline—even a handsome young man "poisoned" and collapsed on the ground couldn’t get anyone to help him!
With a pained expression, Ye Cheng pointed at the girl washing her feet across the pond.
"Have you no sense of public decency? Washing your feet here, of all places!"
It was only then that Ye Cheng got a proper look at the girl. She was unbelievably beautiful—long, straight black hair, large, captivating eyes, and an icy aloofness in her gaze.
But it was different from the cold arrogance of the Student Council President earlier.
Dongfang Zhixia’s aloofness was the kind that looked down on people, a disdainful stare that would probably excite certain… special individuals.
This girl, however, was different.
Her coldness was indifferent, frigid—as if the person standing before her wasn’t a human being, just an insignificant object.
Hearing his voice, the girl finally reacted.
"I’m not washing my feet."
Her voice was pleasant, melodious—though it would’ve been even better if she weren’t so expressionless.
"You’re not? Then what are you doing right now?" Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow, staring at her in disbelief.
He smirked. Let’s see how she’d try to talk her way out of this ironclad evidence.
The girl glanced at the pond, then at her feet, now wet from the water.
After a brief silence, she spoke.
"I’m just cooling my feet with cold water. The water happens to flow over them and back into the pond."
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Buddy, do you even hear yourself?"
"Yes. I said, I’m just cooling my feet with cold water, and—" The girl nodded, her pleasant voice continuing.
"Alright, alright, fine! My bad, okay?"
Seeing the girl about to repeat herself blankly, Ye Cheng felt a headache coming on and quickly cut her off before she could finish.
He needed to make a quick escape. The orientation event would end soon, and the Student Council President would likely come after him.
If he didn’t hurry, he’d be in trouble.
A nobody like him couldn’t possibly go up against these young mistresses.
Wouldn’t it be better to just coast through life, take on small jobs here and there, and live a little longer?
No—he wanted to live to a hundred!
As Ye Cheng turned to leave, the girl’s awkward voice called out from behind.
"Hey… come here for a second."
Ye Cheng scoffed.
You call, and I come running?
What did she take him for?
Was he that kind of pushover?
Ignoring her, he continued toward the student dormitory. Right now, he just wanted to go back and rest.
With an extra year of life to enjoy, he had to make the most of it!
"I’ll pay you. Ten thousand."
The girl’s voice came from behind, still calm, but this time with a hint of confidence instead of the earlier awkwardness.
Ye Cheng executed a perfect reverse parking maneuver.
He returned to his original spot, then backed up all the way to the girl’s side.
"Young Mistress, how may I be of service?" Ye Cheng put on his most gentlemanly demeanor, his eyes now sparkling with purity.
No ulterior motives—just pure, unadulterated greed for money.
What could he do? Ye Cheng was broke. To survive in the exorbitantly expensive coastal city of Dahai, he had to work nonstop.
Ten thousand yuan would let a slacker like him lounge around comfortably for a good long while!
This wasn’t some spoiled rich girl—this was his sweet, kind-hearted honey!
Ye Cheng’s face changed so fast that the girl froze for a moment before snapping out of it. She pointed at a single black leather shoe on the ground.
It was part of the school uniform—mandatory for all students upon enrollment.
For boys, it was leather shoes and a suit; for girls, little leather shoes, a pleated skirt, and a blazer.
Worth noting: the uniform also included optional stockings—wear them or don’t, no one cared.
This girl clearly belonged to the rebellious "no stockings" faction, though she followed the rest of the dress code.
A little rebellious, but not too much.
Both her shoe and sock had been taken off, clearly because something was wrong with her foot.
Upon closer inspection, a dark bruise stood out starkly against her pale ankle, swollen and inflamed.
A sprain.
Oh… so that’s what this was about. No wonder she was "washing her feet" in broad daylight.
She really was just icing it, like she’d said.
In the middle of summer, walking to the convenience store or infirmary with a sprained ankle wasn’t practical. The quickest way to reduce swelling was to find cold water—hence the nearby pond. And then…
"Are you done staring?"
The girl’s icy voice snapped him back to reality.
Ye Cheng quickly averted his gaze.
[Daily Good Deed: Help the girl reach the infirmary!]
[Reward: One permanently replenishing random-flavored Big Bubble gum1]
[Failure Penalty: Randomly contract one known disease in existence.]
Ye Cheng: "???"
Daily good deed?
A piece of bubble gum as a reward versus a randomly applied death debuff—are these even remotely balanced?
This was like holding a gun to a millionaire’s head and asking if they’d like to donate all their money to charity.
"Daily good deed"? Screw that—was there even a choice here?!
"How am I supposed to help if I don’t look at your injury?" Ye Cheng’s tone shifted, turning serious.
This damn cheat system was messing with him. A randomly assigned disease? A cold would be fine, but if it was something terminal, wouldn’t that just be raising a death flag inside his body?
You kidding me?!
He could guarantee that if he tried anything funny with this girl, he’d be labeled a creep.
Who knew? One day, he might just get jumped in an alley, ending his life at the tender age of nineteen.
"You know how to treat this?" The girl sounded surprised, the coldness in her eyes fading slightly.
Ye Cheng puffed out his chest, putting on his most impressive air.
"What, do I not look like a doctor to you?"
The girl nodded honestly. "No, you don’t."
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Has anyone ever told you you’d make no friends talking like that?" Ye Cheng’s lips twitched.
The girl paused, then turned her head to gaze at the pond, as if lost in thought.
Ye Cheng stepped forward and took hold of her foot.
The moment he touched her, she flinched, resisting slightly before going still.
A flicker of pain crossed her face, quickly suppressed. She stubbornly clenched her teeth, not making a sound.
A faint blush also crept onto her pale, cool cheeks.
"Are you sure you know how to set a sprain?" The girl eyed him doubtfully.
"Of course! I used to do this for Da Huang all the time!"
Ye Cheng spoke with absolute confidence. The girl nodded and fell silent.
Ye Cheng got to work. Now, about bone-setting… well, some touching was unavoidable, right? A little groping here, a little squeezing there—perfectly normal in the process.
Snap!
After some careful maneuvering, a crisp sound rang out.
"Ugh..." A muffled groan of pain escaped the girl's lips, so quiet it was almost inaudible. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.
"Alright, there shouldn’t be any serious issues now. Just make sure to rest for the next few days." Ye Cheng wiped away nonexistent sweat from his forehead, putting on an exaggerated show of exhaustion.
In a way, it really had taken considerable resolve.
He couldn’t help feeling reluctant—the sensation had been so satisfying. Why did it have to end so quickly?
Truly, he was far too kind a doctor.
"Come on, I’ll take you to the infirmary to get it properly treated." Ye Cheng crouched down, gesturing for the girl to climb onto his back.
After a brief hesitation, she picked up her fallen black Mary Janes and settled onto his back.
The two of them headed toward the infirmary.
As if suddenly remembering something, the girl—her face still faintly pink—spoke again in her cool, detached tone.
"Who’s this ‘Big Yellow’ you mentioned earlier? It sounded... odd."
"Oh, that?" Ye Cheng chuckled. "Big Yellow’s a stray dog from my neighborhood. He’s always getting bullied by other dogs. Whenever he sprains his leg running away, I’m the one who sets it for him!"
The girl: "???"
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
