Inside the villa, on the second floor.
Ye Cheng leaned against the headboard, holding a screen in his hand like an opium addict, with the word "lethargic" practically written across his face. The Little Secretary rested her little head on Ye Cheng's shoulder, her big, sparkling eyes staring blankly at the phone screen he was holding.
What was playing on the phone was nothing else but those mind-numbing short videos that could supposedly "boost one's IQ."
The Little Secretary obviously had her own phone, so why did she come over to watch with Ye Cheng?
Well, good question. Long story short... simply put, the mind-numbing videos the Little Secretary found were on a completely different level from Ye Cheng's.
To put it more bluntly, Ye Cheng's account had already been fully cultivated. It was locked in by the big data algorithm, to the point where he could hardly scroll past anything other than brain-rotting short videos.
It belonged to the legendary tier of "god-level accounts"—an idiot would instantly turn into Einstein after watching!
At this point, a curious friend might ask: Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, if an idiot turns into Einstein after watching, what would Einstein turn into?
Good question, bro, good question!
According to the law of conservation of energy, trigonometric functions, the Pythagorean theorem... and other irrelevant things, we can deduce the equation that Einstein would turn into an idiot after watching!
Under the temptation of such a god-level account, the Little Secretary was naturally drawn over very quickly, tossing her own phone aside.
Suddenly, she felt that the idol dramas and soap operas on her own phone weren't appealing anymore. The bad guy's stuff was still much better to watch... hehe.
The Little Secretary's eyes gleamed with "wisdom." With her previous experience, she was very careful this time. Without alerting Ye Cheng, she inched her "frail body" over little by little, ultimately succeeding in reaching her destination without Ye Cheng noticing.
Hehe, nice!
The Little Secretary's eyes secretly rejoiced, and similarly, her gaze became "wise." Resting her soft, squishy cheek on Ye Cheng's shoulder, she earnestly watched the brain-rotting short videos on his phone.
"Friends who often wash their cars know that washing a car is a very troublesome task, especially the dust scattered on the car's body. This dust is made of weak electrons..."
The Little Secretary's eyes grew even more "wise." Her head felt dizzy and a bit achy, feeling like if she continued watching, she would grow a brain. Sure enough, the method the Commander mentioned was right; watching more of this makes you smarter!
Child, is it possible that the pain is just the back of your head hitting the headboard?
There were two people on the bed. One was a big genius, and the other was also a big genius...
As for the President... she had gone to take a shower again.
As for Ye Cheng, he had already finished showering and changed into a gray rabbit pajama set. It is worth mentioning that the Little Secretary was wearing a white rabbit pajama set. At a glance, they looked like matching couple outfits.
Ye Cheng had just casually found these clothes downstairs and grabbed a set. By the time Dongfang Zhixia entered the bathroom, Ye Cheng had already come out. It took exactly one minute, no more, no less.
Next up was the happy brain-rotting short video time. Woohoo!!!
And then... came the current scene. One white and one gray rabbit, with inexplicably "wise" looks in their eyes, lying on the bed leaning against each other, watching the brain-rotting short videos playing on the phone.
Inside the bathroom.
Splash, splash...
The sound of running water could be heard continuously before stopping shortly after. Dongfang Zhixia let down her coiled hair. Since she had already washed her hair earlier and had just sweated a bit, she only needed a quick rinse.
As for why Ye Cheng was the one exerting energy running, but the President ended up sweating in the end, well... that traces back to the President's "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Kicks."
The final result was that Ye Cheng was severely "rewarded," yet he was completely fine and even suspected of enjoying it. Infuriated, Dongfang Zhixia gave Ye Cheng a bite, which finally ended the battle.
As a price, she broke out in a sweat, so now she needed to wash up again.
Before long, Dongfang Zhixia put on her clothes, wiped the mist off the mirror in front of her, and looked at herself in the reflection.
Mmm... aside from her face being a bit too flushed, everything else was still as perfect as ever.
As expected of her!
Dongfang Zhixia was very confident. She puffed out her chest at her reflection in the mirror, and after confirming there were no issues, she finally opened the door and left the bathroom.
Click.
Right on cue, she saw two giant "rabbits" cuddling together on the bed. Their posture could no longer be described as merely intimate; it looked beautifully peaceful and harmonious.
At this moment, Dongfang Zhixia was a bit dazed. Subconsciously, she had an illusion... Was she the third wheel here?
Wait, no!
Where did these two rabbits come from!!!
Dongfang Zhixia suddenly snapped back to reality, clearly seeing what the two cuddling "rabbits" not far away actually were.
Clatter!
The comb in Dongfang Zhixia's hand dropped to the floor. Ye Cheng heard the sound and looked over.
Ye Cheng: "???"
Seeing Dongfang Zhixia's dumbfounded look, Ye Cheng frowned in confusion.
The President had blown a fuse again. Why did she look so dumbfounded? That shouldn't be. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was just lying on the bed behaving himself, watching his favorite brain-rotting short videos. It couldn't be that watching a few dumb videos would cause... Wait, where did these rabbit ears come from?
When Ye Cheng turned his head, he saw two floppy things, two big clumps of... ears?
Holy crap, where did this rabbit come from!
At this time, the brain-rotting short video on Ye Cheng's phone happened to finish playing. Seeing that Ye Cheng had no intention of going to the next video, the rabbit beside him... oh wait, the Little Secretary beside him considerately swiped the phone screen for him.
It switched to the next video, and then she continued to lean on Ye Cheng's shoulder with a "wise" gaze, watching the brain-rotting short video that could boost her IQ.
Except... Ye Cheng felt like he was dead meat.
Gulp.
Ye Cheng swallowed hard. In a moment of desperation, he thought of a way to prove his innocence. He silently pulled the phone away, placed it on the Little Secretary's lap, and then showed his empty hands to Dongfang Zhixia not far away, pointing at the Little Secretary beside him.
Look!
President, look, this rabbit has nothing to do with me! She came over on her own, I don't know anything!
Ye Cheng felt as wronged as snow in July, even more wronged than Dou E. Just a moment of inattention in keeping an eye on the Little Secretary, and he was directly framed. Fortunately, he was exceptionally smart and proved his... Eh, where did this phone come from?
Ye Cheng fell silent as he looked at the phone that had somehow returned to his lap. The Little Secretary was even very thoughtfully holding the phone with one hand, keeping it positioned right in the middle between them so they could both see!
Ye Cheng: "..."
First of all, I know you mean well, Hamster. Secondly... screw this!!!
Ye Cheng simply laid his cards on the table. He grabbed the Little Secretary by her "rabbit ears" and moved her off his shoulder, then put away his phone. He quickly stepped aside, putting both hands behind his back like an elementary school student in class. Baring his white teeth, he offered a beaming smile to the inexplicably murderous President standing not far away, trying to show that he was completely innocent.
Having lost Ye Cheng as her support, the Little Secretary slumped softly onto the bed, rolled onto her side, and then... crushed her own leg.
"Ah!"
"Boohoo, I'm going to die, it hurts so much, boohoo..."
"Boohoo, Miss, boohoo, I'm dying, boohoo..."
The Hamster screamed miserably and began to sob. The Little Secretary pitifully hugged a pillow along with the two rabbit ears on her head as she cried. Crying was one thing, but she also kept calling out for Dongfang Zhixia between her sobs.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Dongfang Zhixia: "???"
Ever since a moment ago, Dongfang Zhixia felt like Ye Cheng had been deliberately provoking her!
And now... he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore!
Dongfang Zhixia walked over briskly with a dark expression on her face, and then...
President's anger +1+1+1...
Ye Cheng's fear +1+1+1...
Little Secretary's uselessness +1+1+1...
"What are you dodging for? Would it kill you to let her lean on you for a bit!!!" Dongfang Zhixia glared furiously at Ye Cheng, then turned with a heartbroken expression to hug and comfort the pitiful Little Secretary.
Ye Cheng: "..."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
