The Abnormalities Noticed by the President, Childhood Friends Are Already Outdated

Inside the villa.

Rustle, rustle...

The occasional sound of flipping pages could be heard. The only sounds echoing across the entire second floor were the hum of electronic devices and the continuous rustling of Dongfang Zhixia flipping through a book, looking for something.

Currently, Dongfang Zhixia was pressing down on Ye Cheng's back. Ye Cheng was sprawled half-dead on the floor, cosplaying as a chair—though sadly not the kind where one holds a horse stance, sigh...

As for why he ended up in this "rewarding" situation, we have to rewind the clock to a few minutes ago.

Ye Cheng had originally just wanted to show off a bit to look awesome, but he accidentally poked the President's sore spot. He lost control of his flexing, which turned into a blatant taunt right in her face. What was supposed to be an epic flex turned into an epic fail, inexplicably causing the President to completely overheat with rage.

And then... he was ruthlessly dealt with.

If one looked closely, they would notice a very obvious bite mark on Ye Cheng's ear. Yep... courtesy of the beloved President.

Sure enough, people are capable of anything when they are pushed to their limits. In Ye Cheng's eyes, someone as proud as the beloved President would never lower her status to physically beat someone up herself.

Or so his experience told him!

As it turned out... reality slapped Ye Cheng hard across the face, teaching him not to rely solely on past experiences. True knowledge comes from practice, and practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Facts proved that even the haughty President was human. She too had her "irrational" moments—like that time she was bitten by a snake, or right now, with her flushed little face looking like she was completely overheating...

Wait, no, his epic flex was actually successful, otherwise this current scene wouldn't be happening.

Refusing to believe it, she assumed Ye Cheng had used some sort of cheating method, or that he had simply happened to read this exact book a long time ago and memorized it... which was the only reason he could recite it backward and forward just now!

Did Dongfang Zhixia not know that her current explanation was incredibly far-fetched?

No!

She knew it very well!

Leaving aside whether such coincidences even existed in the world, even if it were true—even if Ye Cheng had coincidentally read this book beforehand, coincidentally memorized it, and she had coincidentally picked it out to test him...

The fact that Ye Cheng's memory was ridiculously overpowered was still undeniable!

It was just too absurd!

How could someone in this world actually be this ridiculously capable!

It wasn't that Dongfang Zhixia didn't believe good memory existed. Her own memory was leaps and bounds better than everyone around her, making her seem like a "monster" in their eyes. Yet... the way she was looking at Ye Cheng right now was exactly how those people used to look at her!

Is this guy really human?!

In order to verify whether Ye Cheng was actually "human," the current scene came to be. Dongfang Zhixia was sitting on Ye Cheng, holding a book written in Sanskrit.

The last page of the book Dongfang Zhixia had laid out contained Sanskrit annotations, similar to Chinese Pinyin, with initials and finals... basic letters, vowels, and consonants.

There weren't too many basic letters, less than a hundred or so. But Sanskrit is globally recognized as one of the hardest languages to learn. Dongfang Zhixia had taken an interest in it and started learning a few months ago, but after more than half a year, the results weren't very obvious.

She could read it, sure, but it was quite a struggle. She still had to cross-reference many characters to figure them out, let alone pronounce them—her tongue would get all tied up in knots...

The little etiquette booklet Ye Cheng had just looked at took Dongfang Zhixia almost half a month to completely memorize. Given Ye Cheng's previous track record, Dongfang Zhixia decided to give him exactly five minutes!

Five minutes to learn Sanskrit. If he couldn't learn it, it meant Ye Cheng had tricked her earlier, and she was going to blow her top!

She knew it was incredibly difficult, but this was an order!

After turning to the right page, Dongfang Zhixia placed it in front of Ye Cheng. Tugging on his ear, she said in a cold tone, "I am giving you five minutes to memorize this. I will test you later. If you cannot recite it, just you wait!"

Ye Cheng blinked... Just wait if he couldn't recite it?

In other words, there was no actual punishment, right?

Woohoo!

However, considering that the President's current mental state was a bit too "beautiful," Ye Cheng thought about it and decided it was best not to provoke her any further.

Five minutes to memorize it... Hmm, he would spend thirty seconds looking at it, and after memorizing it, he would spend the remaining four and a half minutes looping those brain-rotting short videos he had watched earlier in his head.

Ye Cheng nodded, and then... started to space out. His eyes took on a profound look, the kind where it felt like he was going to start drooling in the next second.

Dongfang Zhixia let out a cold snort and shifted her posture. Resting one hand on Ye Cheng's shoulder and leaning sideways, she looked at the Sanskrit annotations from behind him.

Soon, Dongfang Zhixia furrowed her brows... Sure enough, this stuff was still just as difficult.

It wasn't a matter of whether one could remember it or not. These things didn't even look like written language; they looked more like ghostly scribbles. There was no pattern to them whatsoever—they had to be rote-memorized. Plus, they all looked incredibly similar. The difficulty was far beyond that of simple languages like English...

Dongfang Zhixia glanced at Ye Cheng again. Seeing him completely motionless and seemingly intensely focused, she finally felt a little better. This at least proved that characters of this caliber were highly difficult even for a non-human monster like Ye Cheng.

Dongfang Zhixia: Heh, he is not so tough after all!

Ye Cheng: If you twist open an Oreo and eat the white stuff in the middle, it becomes an O-O. If you repeat this process, it becomes an O-O-O... You can also derive inequalities and extend it to O-Re-Re, Re-Re-O, Re-Re-Re...

It wasn't until there was less than a minute left that Ye Cheng finally snapped out of the O-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re-Re...O constructs in his mind.

Seems like time is almost up?

Time to start reading!

A moment later...

"Alright, President, I think I have pretty much got it memorized." Learning from his previous mistake, Ye Cheng used an exhausted, weak voice this time, making it seem like he had expended a tremendous amount of effort and brainpower to memorize it.

In reality, as far as Ye Cheng was concerned, the only difference between this stuff and the multiplication table was that these weren't numbers... A couple of glances were all it took for him to commit it to memory.

Even though Dongfang Zhixia had mentally prepared herself, she was still startled by Ye Cheng's speed... Did this guy really memorize it?

Dongfang Zhixia handed him the paper and pen she had prepared in advance. Before she could even say a word, Ye Cheng's hands flew across the page as he began to write from memory. It was only a few dozen characters anyway; he finished writing them in just over a minute. Easy peasy!

"Here you go, President, I am done." Like an elementary school student handing in homework for inspection, Ye Cheng handed the paper, densely packed with Sanskrit characters, to Dongfang Zhixia.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

It took Ye Cheng less than two minutes to write all these down, yet it took Dongfang Zhixia several minutes just to cross-reference and check them one by one, and she still wasn't done... Ye Cheng had scrambled the order.

Whether he was deliberately trying to make things difficult for the Madam President or just trying to put on an act of being "exhausted" with a failing memory, one thing was certain: after watching him for a while, the President seemed to have reached her boiling point.

"Who told you to jumble up the order? Rewrite it exactly as it was!" Dongfang Zhixia's chest heaved as she smacked the piece of paper in her hand right onto Ye Cheng's head.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Was it just his imagination? Even though he didn't turn around, he could clearly sense that Madam President's face was probably flushed bright red right now.

It had to be his imagination, right?

Since Dongfang Zhixia was currently in a state of absolute fury, Ye Cheng didn't dare to pull any more stunts. He obediently hunched over and rewrote everything neatly, exactly as instructed.

Not wanting to further provoke the President standing behind him, Ye Cheng deliberately slowed his pace, deciding to stretch the task out to a full five minutes this time...

While Ye Cheng was slacking off, Dongfang Zhixia was having an existential crisis. Compared to a certain bastard, her title as a genius felt like a complete fraud...

Dongfang Zhixia sharply picked up on something amiss. How did an absurdly brilliant genius like Ye Cheng end up at their school?

True, Dahai City Aristocrat Academy was a prestigious institution, but it only ever got the leftovers after the top brass of the Dragon Kingdom made their picks. To put it bluntly, with Ye Cheng's scores, he absolutely should have caught the attention of the higher-ups and been recruited away. How on earth did he end up here?

No wonder his scores were leaps and bounds higher than hers and that of a certain self-righteous snob...

Someone had pulled some strings!

Could it be...

Gradually, the image of a frail, sickly-looking young girl surfaced in Dongfang Zhixia's mind.

Dongfang Zhixia: "!!!"

She was the one who pulled the strings!

A chill ran down Dongfang Zhixia's spine as she put the pieces together. A genius of Ye Cheng's caliber should have been immediately snatched up by the government for top-tier scientific research. He could have finally secured the government job he had always dreamed of. Yet... someone had forcibly intervened and sent him to this school instead!

Lin Baizhi?

Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes in deep thought. After a long moment, a playful, mocking smirk curled her lips... A childhood sweetheart from a bygone era? She should just stay buried in the past where she belongs!

Dongfang Zhixia glanced down at Ye Cheng, who was still hunched over like an elementary school student, pretending to "think deeply" and "rack his brains" over what to write next.

Your "childhood friend" is truly excellent, but... he is mine now.

The covetous gleam in Dongfang Zhixia's eyes grew stronger, quickly morphing into an undeniable, intense possessiveness!

She was absolutely certain. This inhumanly capable guy had to be the "Mr. Right" she had been waiting for all these years.

Looks, courage, temperament, background, IQ... everything was top-tier. Aside from the times he acted a bit alien, she couldn't find a single flaw. The more she looked at him, the more satisfied she felt.

Come to think of it, Dongfang Zhixia had shown possessive tendencies toward Ye Cheng early on, calling him "darling" at every turn. In the beginning, it might have just been to spite Shen Qinghan, but as time went on, Dongfang Zhixia hadn't felt the slightest bit of repulsion toward the idea.

It wasn't just anyone who could take advantage of Dongfang Zhixia, nor did just anyone have the privilege of serving as her human chair!

This particular guy was even more outstanding than she had imagined. Their future babies would undoubtedly be brilliant...

A smirk tugged at the corners of Dongfang Zhixia's lips. She placed a hand on Ye Cheng's head and gave it a gentle pat, almost as if she were petting a puppy. The covetousness in her eyes grew ever more apparent.

The childhood sweetheart trope was long outdated anyway. Lin Baizhi, you only deserve to stand outside the door and listen...

Thank you for delivering a husband right to my doorstep!

"Madam President, were you just picking your feet? Why is there such a weird smell?" Ye Cheng's remarkably "innocent" voice suddenly piped up. He asked the question while continuing to write, feigning genuine curiosity.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

The faint smile on Dongfang Zhixia's face completely froze...

"Go to hell, you bastard!!!"

"Ahhh!!!"