Unselectable, The Young Lady's Astonishing Intuition, The Student Council President's Blind Date

In the Eldest Miss's room.

"Are you there?"

"Beep, beep, beep..."

She deleted everything completely, pausing briefly.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound of typing filled the room.

"What are you doing?"

Shen Qinghan stared at the words on the screen, remaining silent for quite a while. Time seemed to stand still as she engaged in a staring contest with the screen. Finally, the Eldest Miss sent the message she had been pondering over for so long.

Narrowing her eyes, she quietly waited for Ye Cheng to reply. She did nothing else—just waited. Simply waited!

One minute passed...

Two minutes passed...

Three minutes passed...

Ten minutes later, Shen Qinghan turned off her phone, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Having not received a reply from Ye Cheng, she figured he must be asleep. Otherwise, that guy would definitely reply in seconds. Since he was asleep, there was no need to wait anymore. She should sleep too... Yes, sleep.

A few minutes later, the Eldest Miss, who was lying in the pitch-black room with her eyes tightly shut, "peacefully asleep," suddenly snapped her eyes open.

No.

It wasn't even twelve o'clock yet. There was absolutely no way that idiot went to bed this early!

Fumbling around in the dark, she quickly found her phone. The green glow of the screen shone squarely on her face. This time, her typing speed was noticeably faster, and not just by a little bit.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The crisp sound of typing rang out continuously, echoing in the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Why aren't you replying to my messages?"

"Is it because of a certain untrustworthy, despicable, and shameless woman..."

No matter how many messages Shen Qinghan sent, they remained unread on Ye Cheng's end. The more this happened, the faster and more frequent her messages became. She had even deduced a whole set of logic in her head.

The kind that was gradually approaching the truth.

The probability of that idiot not replying to her messages was almost zero. After all, Ye Cheng had his phone in his hand all day long. If he wasn't watching brain-rotting short videos, he was on his way to watch them.

Thanks to his ultimate brain, Ye Cheng could easily multitask—doing two, three, or even four things at once. This was where the advantage of an ordinary citizen's phone came in: keeping multiple windows open.

One for watching a livestream, one for brain-rotting videos, one for playing games, and one for replying to messages...

As for why Shen Qinghan knew this so well... it was because she had personally witnessed Ye Cheng pull off this absurd operation right in front of her during a meal.

To put it bluntly, aside from sleeping, performing surgery on his erasers during class, and playing some inhumanly mind-numbing happy little games that smoothed out his brain wrinkles, Ye Cheng did almost everything on his phone.

He was a typical example of a new-era teenager poisoned by the pacifier reward mechanism.

The difference was that while others would be dragged down by the reward mechanism into unmotivated losers, Ye Cheng was different. He could suck on several reward pacifiers at once, and after he had his fun, he would go right back to whatever he needed to do. When he played, he played hard; when he worked, he didn't slack off one bit.

Poisoned?

Sorry, I don't understand. My bro is immune to all poisons!

If an ordinary person pulled off this kind of stunt, the two old folks at home would scream that he was ruined and hurry to make a new baby. Ye Cheng didn't have such worries because he didn't have parents. At times like this, the advantages of being an orphan suddenly became apparent.

People always say it's a terrible starting hand, but only when trolling online or arguing with idiots do you realize the true value of being an orphan. This is the real Chosen One!

Untargetable!

Wuhu!!!

Exactly because she understood Ye Cheng so well, the Eldest Miss immediately ruled out the possibility that the problem lay with him. It had to be a problem elsewhere that prevented him from replying.

Who else in the school could make Ye Cheng put down his phone in the middle of the night?

The answer... was obvious!

Silently, Shen Qinghan stopped her typing fingers. She narrowed her eyes, seeming to have thought of something. She exited Ye Cheng's chat and tapped the search bar on her Green Bubble app.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

"Despicable..."

Typing the word despicable, the contact below immediately popped up with the President's Green Bubble profile picture!

"Tap, tap, tap..."

She stopped.

Shen Qinghan thought for a moment, and then... dialed the President directly!

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

...

At the academy, the President's villa.

The lawn area outside the villa.

Ye Cheng was like a crazed bullfrog, still sprinting energetically across the lawn. Dongfang Zhixia appeared somewhat silent. This... didn't seem right, did it?

Logically speaking, shouldn't it be a leisurely stroll, where she would casually hand out some salary to promote the feelings between them?

Wasn't that how other young couples did it?

What kind of normal person takes a walk like they are fleeing a disaster?

And bizarrely enough, while riding on Ye Cheng's back, Dongfang Zhixia could actually feel something called wind resistance. It was very noticeable, just like riding a little electric scooter.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Dongfang Zhixia looked down at a certain guy—a very excited guy. She was puzzled. Ye Cheng had clearly looked half-dead earlier, so why was he suddenly so full of energy?

It nearly made her fall off just now.

Recalling what just happened, Dongfang Zhixia felt a surge of annoyance and grabbed Ye Cheng's ear. "Bastard, what are you doing!"

"Ah, I'm taking a walk, President. Didn't you say you wanted to take a walk?" Ye Cheng's eyes were like scanners, constantly checking the somewhat messy lawn on the ground, afraid of missing any details.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

Wind resistance is literally a factor, and you're telling me you're taking a walk?

Dongfang Zhixia's chest heaved. Clenching her fist, she delivered a solid thump to Ye Cheng's head. "Slow down!"

"Thump, thump, thump..."

With every knock, Ye Cheng's speed slowed down a bit. She finally stopped knocking when he reached a speed she found satisfactory. Buzz, buzz. Her phone vibrated.

At this time, her mother sent over the profiles of her friends' sons. Dongfang Zhixia opened the files and began looking through them one by one.

Soon, Dongfang Zhixia furrowed her brow.

"What kind of deformed melons and cracked dates are these? So ugly!" Dongfang Zhixia's tone was filled with disgust. The first profile that popped up was instantly passed by the President as soon as the photo appeared, accompanied by a few highly disdainful remarks.

The second one.

With her previous experience, Dongfang Zhixia looked straight at the photo. Anyone who wasn't good-looking was immediately kicked out. There was no need to even read their files and waste time. Looks were a hard requirement.

After all... the idiot in their family loved watching idol dramas, soap operas, and the like. She just liked the handsome brother or oppa types. There were no specific requirements for exactly how handsome they had to be.

But they definitely had to be good-looking. Only those who could meet the standard of a handsome guy after dressing up would do.

That is right, Dongfang Zhixia asking her mother for blind date profiles was not for herself, but for the Little Secretary. The latter had been stressing over this exact issue recently, and her mother's delivery could not have come at a better time.

It was like someone handing her a pillow just as she was nodding off, saving her a massive amount of time.

But... the very first profile dropped a massive dud on her. He had a square face and looked incredibly righteous, but he was absurdly mature. The profile stated he was twenty-five, but he looked like he was thirty-five.

Being an upright person was fine, but this guy looked a bit too literally square!

Without a second thought, Dongfang Zhixia cursed under her breath, passed on him immediately, and moved on to the next blind date candidate.

This one was much better than the last. At least he did not have that overly upright look. Otherwise, their little idiot would be traumatized the moment they met, and she would have to spend ages comforting the poor thing.

Therefore, the looks had to meet the standard. There was zero room for compromise. Dongfang Zhixia was applying the exact same strict criteria she would use to find her own significant other.

This one... his looks were decent, but he was a bit too effeminate. He gave off the vibe of a domestic abuser. What if their little idiot got bullied?

No way!

Third one: too ugly. Pass.

Fourth one: decent looks, but his eyes were too wicked. He looked exactly like the type to fool around. Not a reliable guy. Pass.

Fifth one...

It had to be said, the President's mother was quite capable. Even under the President's incredibly harsh screening, a few actually met the requirements.

Granted, they barely met the requirements, but that was already an impressive feat.

Actually, once they passed the initial appearance check, the rest was simple. Her mother had already vetted their family backgrounds; their records were absolutely clean. All that was left was to arrange a meeting or something similar.

Just as Dongfang Zhixia was about to put her phone away, she saw Ye Cheng still bouncing around excitedly like a crazed bullfrog sprinting across the grass. A thought struck her... maybe she could get this guy to help her evaluate them?

But before that, he needed to slow down. Then... thud, thud, thud...

Successfully slowed down!

Dongfang Zhixia rested her head on Ye Cheng's shoulder, keeping him in a headlock with one arm while holding her phone in front of his face with the other. They looked incredibly intimate, so close they could even smell each other's body wash.

"Come on, darling. There are a few guys here, tell me which one is best," Dongfang Zhixia said.

"Uh-huh, not bad, good, they are all pretty good..." Ye Cheng replied without even looking. He was still focused on the grass, his mind entirely occupied by his precious money...

"Thud!"

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Hahaha, just messing with you, President. Look at you, getting mad again, hahaha. Alright, let me take a look..." Ye Cheng put on a big smile, laughing it off as he finally looked at the profiles on the phone.

"Dajing City local, height 178 cm, male, 26 years old..."

"Hiss... President, you have an older brother complex?" Ye Cheng gasped, looking utterly shocked and inexplicably emotional.

"President, I thought you would be into sweet young guys. I did not expect you to like this kind of old geezer." Ye Cheng shook his head repeatedly, sighing.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"