The Resourceful Youngster, Knock-off Phones are Awesome The Hamster's "Hyper-evolution"

"Great, I finally finished copying this one!"

Wang Defa looked excited, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he spoke. He looked exhausted.

Actually, only a part of it was physical exhaustion; most of it was psychological pressure. Just thinking about his terrible luck—being randomly picked for a homework check, getting caught not finishing, having his parents called in, and then going home to face a ten-hit combo... the sweat on his forehead uncontrollably poured out.

Fortunately, his hands were fast. In just a few minutes, he had successfully killed off one workbook. He only had... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 left. The more Wang Defa counted, the quieter he became, until he simply gave up.

He went from looking for his homework to looking for a brick.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to copy your homework?" a wealthy young man beside him asked curiously, seeing Wang Defa leaning over the flowerbed looking for something.

Wang Defa didn't answer, just kept his head down, bending over to look for a rock. His eyes lit up as a suitably sized brick appeared in his line of sight. After finding the brick, he set it aside, then took out his phone and started taking pictures of the homework answers in front of him.

Click, click, click...

After a good snapping session and making sure there were no mistakes, Wang Defa satisfiedly put his phone away, then packed the homework he had just laid out into his backpack.

"Do you have my dad's phone number?" Wang Defa suddenly looked at a wealthy young man next to him.

The wealthy young man froze for a moment and shook his head, "Where would I get the phone number of the Chief of the Dahai City Police Department? He's your dad, not mine."

Wang Defa thought about it and realized it made sense, so he took out his own phone, "Call my dad in a bit."

"Huh? What do you mean?" The wealthy young man was stunned, not quite following Wang Defa's train of thought, but he quickly understood what Wang Defa meant.

Wang Defa packed away all his things, picked up the brick he had just set aside, and with a loud thud, smashed it against his own forehead. He closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and with a plop, fell straight to the ground.

The crowd: "???"

"Damn, Young Master Wang, you are ruthless!"

"Awesome, there's actually a way like this!"

"Damn it, what an impressive move!"

The surrounding wealthy young men finally realized why Wang Defa had suddenly stopped copying. Why was he looking for a brick by the flowerbed for no reason? It turned out it was all a setup, just to give himself a blow.

At his current copying speed, no matter how fast he was, there was no way he could finish before the homework check. But taking sick leave was a different story.

Of course, Dongfang Zhixia had definitely thought about the possibility of people faking illness. Anyone who didn't show up on the first day of school needed a detailed medical diagnosis report, and there might even be a caring home inspection service.

Simply put, they would hunt you down. You'd better actually be sick, because if they found out you were lying, you'd suffer terribly!

Knowing this, Wang Defa went all in. He didn't do things by halves; he just gave himself a solid whack on the forehead. Now, even if someone came to inspect him, he wouldn't be afraid, and he could use the rest of the time to catch up on his homework!

Absolute genius!

The only downside was that it was a bit brain-taxing, um... in the physical sense.

Beep, beep, beep...

"You brat, you actually dare to call me! Tell me, did you swipe the Hehua cigarettes from my bag!" The furious voice of Wang Fugui came from the other end of the phone. He looked like he wanted to reach through the phone and give this rebellious son a ten-hit combo.

This old smoker's good cigarettes at home had all been ruined by Wang Defa. Not even a single box was left. It resulted in Wang Fugui, the dignified Chief of the Dahai City Police Department, having to smoke ten-yuan Hongtashan or Huangjinye every day...

And that was if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, he wouldn't even have Hongtashan to smoke, as Wang Defa would have smoked them all.

Old smokers are just tough; they aren't picky about anything. If Wang Defa kept smoking like this, he might end up passing away before Wang Fugui, and then the white-haired parent would be burying the black-haired child... That's right, just smoke like that. Does it hurt? Hurting is right; it means the lungs are growing muscles!

"Are you even human? I finally saved up enough money to buy a pack, and you snatched it away! You motherf!@#%..."

Unlike when talking to others, Wang Fugui and his rebellious son always communicated in a Dragon Country Rap style, greeting each other as a way to enhance their father-son relationship in a certain sense.

After rapping for quite a while, Wang Fugui finally stopped and asked with some confusion, "Why aren't you speaking, kid? Did the cigarette smoke choke your throat?"

"Uh... well, Uncle Wang, I'm Defa's classmate. Um... Defa accidentally tripped while walking just now and cut his head open. He's passed out at the school gate. We've already helped call an ambulance. Uncle Wang, is it convenient for you to come over, or maybe Auntie..."

After a long pause, the wealthy young man on the other end of the phone, who had endured the entire rap session, finally spoke in a slightly subdued tone.

Wang Fugui: "???"

...

Inside the academy.

Dongfang Zhixia's villa.

"Hiss... this, this, this... isn't very appropriate, is it?"

"Let me be clear first, I am a man with a bottom line. I will absolutely never agree to something like selling my body, but if you force yourself on me, pretend I didn't say anything..." Ye Cheng was very excited, and then, as if thinking of something, he became inexplicably alert. He crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive, protective posture.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

Suppressing the urge to beat Ye Cheng to death, Dongfang Zhixia's chest heaved for a moment before she squeezed out a very gentle smile on her face.

"Darling, if you don't want me to beat you to death, I advise you to shut up right now, otherwise..."

Ye Cheng gently mimed zipping his mouth shut with his hand, indicating that he would be obedient and listen, and then... he continued to perform a pantomime on the coffee table in front of him.

He repeated the same shocked spinning routine as before, muttering something, but unfortunately, there was no sound. However, because Ye Cheng's performance was so vivid and imaginative, even though the people around him couldn't hear the sound, they could still feel what Ye Cheng was trying to express.

"Look at this phone, it's so big and bright, just like this screen is so good and..."

Obviously, Ye Cheng could be considered a dark horse in the Dragon Country Rap scene. He could rap at the drop of a hat; at first glance, he was prime material for eating government food!

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

As for why things had turned out this way... it was because Dongfang Zhixia had given Ye Cheng a new Fruit phone, the top-of-the-line model. After Ye Cheng was severely beaten this morning, the Dongfang family's logistics staff had delivered it, right at this agreed-upon time.

Two phones were delivered, a black and white couple's set. Dongfang Zhixia used to prefer red phones; although a bit flashy, they were indeed pleasing to the eye.

Even now, many of Dongfang Zhixia's clothes were primarily red, like flames burning in the dark night—hot and dazzling.

However, because she had specifically requested a couple's set, black and white were the only options. Whatever, she would just make do with them.

And then... Ye Cheng turned into his current state. He was walking in circles around the phones, looking like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. As for his heavily modified, cheap old phone, it was left on the sofa to charge.

After two days and one night without charging, it had completely burnt out.

What, you ask what kind of phone has such awesome battery life?

Of course, it's the Phelps specialized knockoff waterproof... ahem, alright, it was just a regular device. Its battery life was just average, though it was slightly better than standard phones because of the modifications.

But it wasn't as incredible as an old brick phone. The reason it sounded so impressive was due to the "advertiser's comparison method" used to claim "two days and one night."

Like comparing Ultraman to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng has hair, Ultraman doesn't. This is one victory for Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng has a first victory, Ultraman doesn't. This is a second victory for Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng has two victories, Ultraman...

After eighty-one such "victories," the final conclusion is that Ye Cheng completely defeats Ultraman... yeah, that's roughly the logic.

For a nobody like Ye Cheng who had never seen much of the world, a phone this awesome was practically a mind-blowing revelation. Before using it, he felt the need to "burn incense, bathe," and "bow devoutly three times."

Dongfang Zhixia couldn't bear to watch anymore. She directly ripped the packaging off Ye Cheng's phone and shoved it in front of him. "If you're going to use it, hurry up and use it!"

"That's too rough, Madam President. You have to treat a phone like you would your own family..." Ye Cheng said this with a serious look and an incredibly sincere tone. He even hugged the newly unboxed phone and kissed it twice, leaving Dongfang Zhixia utterly speechless.

What the hell was this guy doing now?

Also.

If she remembered correctly... wasn't a certain bastard an orphan?

Where would an orphan get family from?

Before Dongfang Zhixia could voice her complaints, the little secretary's voice drifted out from the second-floor bathroom.

"Miss, Miss, I'm done washing, Miss! Miss, are you there, Miss..." The little secretary sounded a bit anxious, terrified of being left behind.

Dongfang Zhixia was speechless.

"If I come downstairs later and see you still haven't finished setting it up, just you wait!" Dongfang Zhixia glared at Ye Cheng. After saying that, she crossed her arms and headed up to the second floor, calling back as she walked.

"I know, I'm here..."

Tap, tap, tap. The sound of footsteps faded away. After Dongfang Zhixia left, Ye Cheng finally completed his ritual worship of the phone.

The Machine Spirit is pleased!!!

Ye Cheng turned on the phone and began transferring his data. In a way, Ye Cheng was experiencing what it felt like for a caveman to drive a Rolls-Royce out of his cave.

Old phone: Taste this move, can you withstand twenty years of my power!

New phone: Ahhh... stop, don't transfer anymore, stop it you bastard!!!

Under Ye Cheng's operation, both phones started to heat up. Unlike ordinary cheap phones, Ye Cheng's phone was heavily modified. He had jammed a full five memory cards—a technology largely phased out by modern society—into it, each one being 512GB.

Don't ask why he didn't just get a 1TB card; it was probably too expensive and not worth it. On the other hand, the 512GB cards were buy-one-get-one-free at the time, so Ye Cheng bought a bunch in one go and shoved them all into his phone.

At this moment, the sheer power of Ye Cheng's cheap old phone became apparent. The top-tier market phone Dongfang Zhixia bought was stuck on a black screen transferring data, while Ye Cheng's modded phone was still lit up and running smoothly. If there was one flaw, it was that it was getting a bit hot.

It was so hot that Ye Cheng had to leave the phone on the sofa and scroll through videos from a safe distance, terrified the phone might explode and blow him up.

Even at a time like this, Ye Cheng hadn't forgotten about his mind-numbing short videos. Truly hardworking people never complain about unfair environments.

As for whether it would explode... who cares! Heaven helps the worthy, he'd deal with the explosion when it happened!

A similar situation was unfolding with the little secretary soaking in the bathtub. She had already been infected by Ye Cheng and was holding her phone in the bathroom, swiping through short videos that supposedly made her "smarter."

"Hehe..." The little secretary grinned, looking rather silly. Hearing footsteps approaching outside the door, she hurriedly put her phone away and pretended she didn't know anything, obediently waiting for her young miss to arrive.

The dumb hamster had turned into a cunning hamster.

Click. The bathroom door opened.

Dongfang Zhixia walked in from outside. The little secretary got a bit excited and quickly reached out her hands. "Miss, Miss..."

"I know, I know..." Dongfang Zhixia sighed in mild exasperation, walking over with a towel to dry the little secretary's hair.

"How is it, feeling any better?"

"I don't think so... Miss, am I going to be crippled for life?" The little secretary looked up at Dongfang Zhixia with pleading eyes.

Dongfang Zhixia was speechless.

"If you don't rest properly, you will be. Get some good rest these next few days. At night, I'll have that guy outside push you out to bask in the sun... bask in the moon." Dongfang Zhixia paused, correcting herself.

After all, they had classes during the day, so having Ye Cheng push the little secretary around everywhere wasn't realistic. It could only be done at night. She had a lot on her plate; she couldn't rush right back after class since she had to handle Student Council affairs and various large and small school matters.

Being the Student Council President wasn't that easy. Of course, the premise of it not being easy was that you actually did a good job instead of messing around. Like a certain madam from many years ago... being Student Council President back then was way too easy.

Just as Dongfang Zhixia was nagging the little secretary, a loud bang echoed from outside. An explosion.

"Ahhhh—"

Accompanying the sound was Ye Cheng's Tom Cat-esque scream.

Something slammed against the bathroom door, making a sharp cracking sound. Dongfang Zhixia froze for a moment, stood up, walked over, and opened the door... A phone's back cover was lying on the floor right outside.

It was a phone cover.

The back cover of the brand-new, top-tier phone that had just been delivered this morning had been blasted all the way over here!

Dongfang Zhixia: ???