I was wondering where the multiplication table is, the guild leader is flushed with anger, throwing heavy punches

Inside the academy, the President's villa.

Second floor.

A large cluster of professional medical staff gathered around the bed. The little secretary had "passed away very peacefully," still maintaining the two crosses over her eyes, looking completely burned out.

Beep, beep, beep... The crisp sound of electronic monitoring equipment echoed in the room.

"Miss, Miss Mengmeng is fine; she just fell asleep. However, her short burst of intense exercise has exceeded her body's limits. If she had run a little longer, she probably would have suffered from rhabdomyolysis. Fortunately, Miss Mengmeng's body couldn't handle such high-intensity exercise and she fainted early..."

Among the medical staff, a leading female doctor took off the stethoscope from her ears and respectfully reported the little secretary's condition to Dongfang Zhixia.

Dongfang Zhixia frowned. Before she could speak, she heard Ye Cheng muttering on the side.

"This Hamster's body structure is pretty impressive. Not enough stamina, about to lose HP, so it just directly shuts down..." Ye Cheng muttered to himself while rubbing his smooth chin.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Hardened. The President's fists hardened. What time was it, and a certain bastard still had the mood to crack jokes here!

Taking a deep breath, Dongfang Zhixia swallowed her anger. There would be plenty of time to settle the score later!

"Miss Mengmeng should avoid walking for a while. Resting for about a week should clear up any issues. During this time, it would be best for Miss Mengmeng to use a wheelchair, and try not to run around at home as much as possible..."

Blah, blah, blah, a whole bunch of words that made Ye Cheng sleepy.

From Ye Cheng's perspective, it could all be summed up in a few words... The Hamster was fine, and she needed to be in a wheelchair for a week. Simple as that.

Ye Cheng let out a yawn. "It's gonna be tough on you, Madam President. For the next week, you'll have to push the Hamster around the school all day long."

After yawning, Ye Cheng rubbed his eyes while making sarcastic remarks, completely oblivious to the familiar "gentle" smile that had appeared on the President's face. Accompanying it was the faint, looming phantom of a "Hannya demon" behind her...

The doctors began to pack their things, giving Dongfang Zhixia some final instructions as they did.

"Miss, Miss Mengmeng is out of danger now, so we will head back first. If Miss Mengmeng shows any abnormalities, please contact us immediately..."

The medical team packed up and prepared to leave. Ye Cheng very "enthusiastically" mingled among them, acting like a host seeing off his guests, but was then caught by the President.

Smack! A slender, beautiful hand rested on Ye Cheng's shoulder.

At the same time came the President's incredibly "gentle" voice: "Darling, where are you going?"

Ye Cheng's face stiffened, but he quickly returned to normal. Instead, he righteously put his hands on his hips and said, "They came to help us late at night, what's wrong with me seeing them out! What's wrong with that!!!"

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Medical team: "..."

In the end, Ye Cheng's plan to sneak away failed. He was dragged out of the medical team by Dongfang Zhixia, who had him by the ear. Ye Cheng could only watch helplessly as the doctors left, unable to do anything.

No!!!

Qiuya... Oh wait, never mind, whatever...

Bang!

As the medical team left, they very thoughtfully pulled the first-floor door shut, terrified that if they didn't close it properly, Ye Cheng might sneak out, and their Miss would hold them jointly responsible and make them suffer too.

Although they were also very curious as to why a boy around the same age as their Miss would appear in her villa, especially late at night—and if they hadn't misheard, their Miss had even called him darling...

It must just be a coincidence, right?

The first lesson in studying medicine... control your mouth and your eyes!

Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say. If asked, just say you were too focused at the time and didn't notice. It was a foolproof strategy. If pressed, just say aba aba... That was the true way to stay alive.

Otherwise, tomorrow they might get fired for "embezzlement" just because two cotton swabs were missing from the box...

Soon, after sending off the large medical team, the villa returned to silence once again—the kind of silence that was somewhat terrifying. Anyway, Ye Cheng felt uneasy all over, really wanting to stick his hands into someone else's pockets to relieve the stress...

Dongfang Zhixia sat by the bed, gently stroking the little secretary's soft, chubby cheek with one hand.

"So stupid..." Dongfang Zhixia's voice was very gentle. Ye Cheng, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. He never expected that the President, who was usually fiercer than a dog, could actually have such a gentle side.

This world really was just a giant game of rock-paper-scissors. A hard rock like the President would soften when encountering a piece of paper like the little secretary. So the question was... what was he?

Scissors?

Just as Ye Cheng was pondering whether a lackey and henchman like him counted as scissors, Dongfang Zhixia's gaze faintly locked onto him. Ye Cheng inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

Turning his head, he found Dongfang Zhixia staring straight at him.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Silently, Ye Cheng shifted his eyes away and started whistling casually, putting on an "I didn't see anything, I don't know anything" look.

"Look at the brilliant idea you came up with!" Dongfang Zhixia glared at Ye Cheng, clenching her fists, looking like she wanted to eat someone alive.

Ye Cheng's face was full of guilt, and he didn't dare to meet the President's "Evil King's Gaze" at this moment. He just kept muttering to himself in a low voice.

"I dunno either. This Hamster actually ran until she lost HP. Logically speaking, a normal person would rest for a bit before running again..."

Ye Cheng's logic was flawless.

But was there a possibility... that the little secretary wasn't a normal person, but a "Hamster"?

She wasn't smart to begin with. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been fooled by the "Pingxixi" bargain-slashing trick into thinking "sixty thousand people" were there to help her chop the price. Right until she passed out, the little secretary still thought it was because she didn't work hard enough that she failed to redeem her pocket money...

Right up until she closed her eyes, her vision went black, her legs gave out, and she collapsed, she was still rejoicing that she had just completed another hundred meters and earned another gold coin, bringing her one step closer to redeeming her pocket money...

Ugly "capitalists" like Ye Cheng would only learn their lesson if they were hung from the streetlights.

The poor little secretary had been scammed into a complete fool.

Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes and coldly snorted. "Don't make excuses. Anyway, you're the reason this idiot ended up like this, so you have to take responsibility for it!"

"Not exactly, I'm at most the mastermind. Besides, didn't you, Madam President, just agree to this... ahem, I mean, I'm guilty, I confess. I'll leave everything to your brilliant arrangement, Madam President!"

Ye Cheng was still muttering in self-defense when he suddenly noticed the "Stand User" manifesting behind the President. A knife was practically at his neck, so he hastily changed his tune... I confess, I confess everything! I broadcasted the Trisolaran coordinates, and I was the one who sank the Titanic!!!

The President withdrew her "Stand User."

Dongfang Zhixia gave a cold snort. "For this coming week, you must push this idiot out to bask in the sun every day. Don't tell me you don't have time. If you don't have time, I'll make time for you. Take your pick!"

Right now, Dongfang Zhixia was just short of pointing a gun directly at Ye Cheng's head, keeping one finger on the trigger, and asking... are you willing or not?

Damn it, is there even a choice!

Ye Cheng originally wanted to say that things with the Eldest Miss would be tricky to handle, but before he could even start complaining, Dongfang Zhixia anticipated his move. She told him to figure out a way to make time himself, or else she would personally step in.

The President personally stepping in...

NO!!!

Just thinking about that scene left Ye Cheng drenched in sweat. But how could such a scenario merely make him sweat?

Hehe, who peed in my pants...

Every time the Eldest Miss and the President met, it was a disaster-level event. It was like dancing on a tightrope—during a typhoon, no less.

The only plan now was to give it his all and see if he could struggle a bit more... bust out the 3000-point crying combo!

Ye Cheng nodded vigorously, acting like a "good boy," indicating that he understood.

"Hmph! You'd better understand!" Dongfang Zhixia snorted coldly, looking Ye Cheng up and down. Even with Dongfang Zhixia's picky and harsh standards, it was hard to find any faults in Ye Cheng's appearance and spirit.

She gave a slight nod.

Dongfang Zhixia raised her chin slightly, speaking with a haughty air: "Next, I will teach you some basic etiquette. Learn it well; I will only teach it once."

"Uh, can this stuff put food on the table?" Ye Cheng rubbed his chin, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable "wisdom," delivering a heavy blow to the President.

"Besides, why would a commoner like me learn this? Other than earning a few extra coins if I were selling myself at a host club, it doesn't seem to do much..."

Gulp.

Ye Cheng didn't dare say another word. In front of him, Dongfang Zhixia's face had completely darkened.

True, this stuff was just like "drinking culture"—in a sense, it was the dregs left over from history. But everything that exists has a reason. What one considers dregs might just be because they lack the qualifications to access it and their social tier is simply too low.

As for such drinking culture, Ye Cheng had memorized it from cover to cover, reciting it backward and forward, all to prepare himself to be a qualified parasite in the system in the future... I just want to advance so badly!

But outside of specific occasions, this was the epitome of "useless." It was tedious, complicated, and pompous. Before even learning how to act human, one would already be putting on the airs of an official...

Stuff with absolutely no practical value or meaning.

Whatever "etiquette" blah blah blah Dongfang Zhixia was talking about now was, in Ye Cheng's eyes, no different from that stuff. In fact, it was even worse. At least learning drinking culture would allow him to "parasite to the max" when acting as a parasite!

This stuff...

"Hahaha, I'm just joking with you. I love etiquette and all that stuff the most. I feel like learning it will elevate my entire being, as if I've become a Celestial Dragon..." Ye Cheng scratched his head, spouting absolute nonsense with a straight face.

Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes, her face growing darker and darker. She clenched her fists, and then...

"Thump!"

The Eldest Miss's signature "Divine Punishment" move!!!

In the end, Ye Cheng ended up with a bump on his head. He sat on the floor holding a dozen-page "Beginner's Manual on Basic Aristocratic Etiquette," licking his finger to turn the pages as he read...

At breakneck speed!

Averaging less than ten seconds per page.

Dongfang Zhixia frowned, hesitating to speak. She seemed to want to teach a lesson to the bastard who was brushing her off, but after a second thought, she gave up. Just keep flipping randomly, but if you can't produce any results later, just you wait, hmph!

Even if Ye Cheng was "randomly flipping" at ten seconds a page, it would still take two or three minutes. Taking advantage of this gap, Dongfang Zhixia continued holding the little secretary's hand, whispering something. The worry and heartache in her eyes simply couldn't be hidden.

She even began to doubt whether making the little secretary lose weight was a mistake.

After all, the little secretary had been like this for so many years. When they first met as children, the other girl was eating. Her love for food must be her nature. By forcing her to lose weight like this, wasn't she, in a sense, depriving her of...

"Alright, I'm done reading, Madam President. Bring it on!"

Ye Cheng's voice came from the side, interrupting Dongfang Zhixia's train of thought.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Dongfang Zhixia clenched her fists, her chest heaving. "I told you to memorize this stuff, or at least get a general impression of it, not just mindlessly skim through it!"

Dongfang Zhixia knew that the contents and precautions in the manual were quite numerous and complicated. Back then, it took her nearly half a month to memorize it all. Letting Ye Cheng read it now was just so that it would be a bit faster when she taught him step-by-step later. But the result... Ye Cheng was actually brushing her off!!!

Bastard!!!

Ye Cheng blinked, looking the picture of "innocence": "Oh, I misspoke just now. I'm not done reading, I'm done memorizing. Bring it on!"

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Dongfang Zhixia froze for a moment, then laughed... She was so angry at Ye Cheng that she laughed. Fine, she had decided. She was definitely going to beat a certain someone to death later. Even Jesus couldn't save him, she called it!!!

"Darling, are you sure you've really memorized it?" Dongfang Zhixia asked with a "gentle" face.

Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed hard. Based on the principle of caution, he spent the last few seconds memorizing the book's production date, publisher, font size, printing edition... all of it.

After doing all this, Ye Cheng finally closed the booklet in his hand and returned it to Dongfang Zhixia, whose brows were tightly furrowed with doubt in her eyes.

What is this guy... doing?

Ye Cheng's final two flips caused a giant question mark to pop up over the President's head. If she remembered correctly, there wasn't anything at the very beginning of the book. What was this guy looking at?

"Alright, Madam President, I'm ready!" Ye Cheng, possessed by the spirit of the "Crooked-Mouth Dragon King," gave a wicked smirk.

Dongfang Zhixia sneered... You like to show off, right? You bastard, I'll let you show off!

Dongfang Zhixia: "Okay, you're ready, right? Then I'll 'casually' test you on a few 'simple' things..."

Dongfang Zhixia: "Basic precautions for dining etiquette."

Ye Cheng: "First is the seating etiquette, the host..."

A moment later, the first clues emerged. Ye Cheng's answer was word-for-word perfect, even matching the pauses of the punctuation marks. Dongfang Zhixia furrowed her brows... Did he just happen to know this by coincidence?

"Barely passable. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to answer, so I tested you on a simple one just now. Let's go again!" Dongfang Zhixia's tone was light, but her eyes gradually narrowed. She was going to get serious!

Ye Cheng still maintained an "innocent" appearance, his eyes full of "wisdom": "Bring it on!"

"General provisions, Article 27, Item 38..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Looking at the President in front of him, whose speaking speed was getting faster and faster as if she were reciting a "forbidden magic spell," Ye Cheng fell into silence.

Come on, Madam President, aren't you being a sore loser? Didn't you say you were testing me on etiquette? How did it turn into testing me on clauses?

However... this is too easy, Madam President. I've already anticipated your moves (covering one side of the face with a hand, laughing arrogantly, Light Yagami style)!!!

"The branch of dress etiquette under Article 27 of the general provisions, Item 38, the special section on cuffs, Article 6 on the color and material of buttons, the fifth line..."

Ye Cheng matched them one by one, even "annotating" all the parts that Dongfang Zhixia hadn't specified. He finished his answer in fluent Mandarin within a minute, and then... put on an expression and look that said, "This is too easy."

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

You've got to be kidding me!!!

How did this guy do it!!!

As if possessed, immediately after Ye Cheng answered this question, Dongfang Zhixia fired off the next one. It was still incredibly tricky, even making Ye Cheng state the page numbers, but the result... he answered them all.

Ten minutes later.

The conversation on the second floor ceased. Dongfang Zhixia sat on the edge of the bed with a look of doubting her entire existence, still holding the "little booklet" that had been flipped through repeatedly. She looked inexplicably defeated.

This is ridiculous. He could actually answer which line and which word it was?

Is he even human?

Dongfang Zhixia even played dirty and tested Ye Cheng on the publication year of the book, but as a result... he answered that too! Ye Cheng had anticipated it!

Dongfang Zhixia looked at Ye Cheng in utter disbelief: "How did you do that!"

Here it comes, it's finally here!

After all this time, just to show off this once, do you know how hard it was for me to hold it in, Madam President? You finally asked!

Ye Cheng stuffed his hands into his pockets, putting on a breezy expression. The corner of his mouth twitched up into a wicked smirk, and he spoke in a very relaxed tone.

"Is it difficult? I thought it was like the multiplication tables..."

"No way, no way, there's no way someone actually takes a long time to read a booklet as simple as this, right?"

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Visibly, Dongfang Zhixia's face flushed red with anger as she tore up the introductory etiquette manual in her hands.

"Ah!!! You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!!!" Dongfang Zhixia screamed. Unable to take it anymore, she lunged at Ye Cheng!

Ye Cheng: "???"