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: "..."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
