Second floor.
Bathroom door.
The door was open. Dongfang Zhixia looked at the back cover of a phone case on the floor in front of her and fell silent. It was charred black, and the air was filled with a burning smell.
Splash.
The Little Secretary had a towel on her head. Like a seal emerging from the water, she blinked her harmless, watery big eyes.
"Miss, do you smell that? It seems like something is burning in our house?" The Little Secretary sniffed and frowned, looking thoughtful.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
It wasn't "seems like"... it was.
How did the saying go? Oh right, when God closes a door, he opens a window. The Little Secretary had quite a few doors closed on her, but fortunately, she still had the special talent of a highly developed sense of smell.
It could be considered a "specialty" of the useless Little Secretary. Sometimes, when she forgot where she hid things in the house, she could rely on her keen sense of smell to find her hidden snacks, hehe...
"Wait a moment, I need to go downstairs to handle something." Leaving these words behind, Dongfang Zhixia left. When she walked away, she very thoughtfully closed the door to prevent the hot air inside the room from escaping.
Bang!
Inside the bathroom, mist filled the air. The Little Secretary's eyes became sharp and wise, and she probed softly, "Miss? Miss, are you there? Miss, have you left?"
"Hehe..."
After confirming repeatedly, the Little Secretary quickly reached out and pulled out the phone she had just hidden. She continued to lie in the bathtub, happily scrolling through short videos that could make her "smarter".
From time to time, the very wise laughter of the Little Secretary echoed from the bathroom.
Splash...
First floor.
Dongfang Zhixia stood at the top of the stairs with her arms crossed. Looking down from above, her face darkened as she watched Ye Cheng sitting on the sofa downstairs, whistling and playing with a Rubik's Cube like nothing had happened.
The Rubik's Cube was an educational toy Dongfang Zhixia had bought for the Little Secretary in the past, hoping to make her a bit smarter. As a result... more than half a month had passed, and the Little Secretary hadn't even managed to solve a single side.
Watching a tutorial video on the Rubik's Cube actually put her to sleep. Dongfang Zhixia was completely out of ideas, so the Rubik's Cube was just left in an inconspicuous place in the house. She didn't expect Ye Cheng to dig it out.
It is worth mentioning that Ye Cheng was twisting the Rubik's Cube with one hand, and his speed was incredibly fast. The only thing that could be heard in the first-floor lobby was the continuous clicking sound of the Rubik's Cube turning.
It seemed... to be covering up some subtle noises?
"What are you doing?" Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes and looked at Ye Cheng calmly.
Hearing the voice, Ye Cheng seemed to "suddenly realize" Dongfang Zhixia standing at the stairs. "Eh? President, when did you get here? Oh, me? I'm playing with a Rubik's Cube, it's a bit hard, I need to think about it..."
Ye Cheng furrowed his brows, looking thoughtful, as if it were really something very difficult.
Watching Ye Cheng twisting the Rubik's Cube with one hand at lightning speed while saying "so hard, so hard," Dongfang Zhixia fell silent.
Why one hand?
It wasn't that Ye Cheng wanted to show off. It was just that he really couldn't spare another hand to twist the Rubik's Cube right now. One hand had to clean up the mess, and the other had to use the sound of the Rubik's Cube to cover up the clinking of metal. It was quite difficult.
Ye Cheng had already pieced the device back together bit by bit through the tactile feedback of the subtle differences on the phone parts. Whether it could be used or not was not important; what mattered was bluffing his way through right now.
Ye Cheng had just found all the other parts, like the camera, the shutter button, the CPU... He found all the small things, but he was missing the back cover of the phone case!
Yeah, it was hard... but not the Rubik's Cube. What was hard was surviving later.
Damn it!
What kind of trash phone is this? Transferring some data caused it to explode directly. Damn it, isn't it just a few terabytes of data? It can't even handle that?
What a garbage phone!
While charging just now, Ye Cheng was constantly on guard against his heavily modified commoner phone exploding. But unexpectedly, his commoner phone didn't explode. Instead, the other top-tier elite phone couldn't handle it first and exploded without any warning.
It gave Ye Cheng a fright, followed by silence. Looking at the top-tier device worth tens of thousands, which had gone from taking office to being laid off in just a few minutes, Ye Cheng's heart skipped a beat.
He was probably going to die...
Worthy of someone who had seen the world, after experiencing something like a phone explosion, he reacted in less than three seconds and quickly started damage control, collecting the parts scattered around the room.
At the same time, footsteps came from upstairs, maxing out the sense of pressure, which pushed Ye Cheng's speed to the next level. Ye Cheng's passive effect of flying footsteps was triggered, moving so fast while collecting parts in the room that he left afterimages.
In the end, he successfully finished collecting them before Dongfang Zhixia came over. Now, he was using the crisp sound of twisting the Rubik's Cube to cover up the sounds of assembly while putting on a leisurely appearance here.
Every step was like walking a tightrope over a cliff, and the kind where you are juggling wine bottles while riding a unicycle... The operation difficulty was maxed out; at least a normal person couldn't do it.
The only fly in the ointment was... the phone's back cover seemed to have gone missing somewhere.
"Is this Rubik's Cube very difficult?" Dongfang Zhixia looked at Ye Cheng calmly.
Ye Cheng nodded. "Yeah, it's very hard. A dull person like me naturally can't compare to you, President, but I should be able to figure it out if I study it a bit more. President, you don't need to worry about me. You go to school first, I'll just study it here by myself for a while."
"Oh? Studying... the Rubik's Cube?" Dongfang Zhixia raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, just studying it..." Ye Cheng nodded.
This lame excuse was barely passable. Dongfang Zhixia smiled, a smile that was inexplicably creepy, making Ye Cheng's little heart thump wildly when he saw it.
Not good, I'm dead!
"Darling, what is your other hand doing?" Dongfang Zhixia asked with a smile.
"Ah? Nothing, my hand has been here the whole time." Ye Cheng quickly pulled his hand out from behind him and spoke without blushing or his heart skipping a beat, even showing it off in front of Dongfang Zhixia.
Hmm... pitch black.
It was smoked by those phone parts just now. It was an explosion, after all, so it was inevitable to have some dust and smoke. It's quite reasonable for the hand to be a little black, right?
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
"Turn around."
"Ah?"
"3, 2..."
Turning, turning, turning!
Seriously, all she knows is how to count down every single day!
The indignant Ye Cheng silently added another tally mark to his little revenge notebook for his dear President, waiting for a suitable opportunity in the future to fiercely...
Ye Cheng turned around, pointing his butt at Dongfang Zhixia, his front pressed against the wall. It could be seen that Ye Cheng's clothes had been blackened quite a bit by the smoke.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
"Come here," Dongfang Zhixia said calmly.
"Well, President, my legs are feeling a bit stiff. I think my period just started..." Ye Cheng said with a straight face.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Step, step, step...
This time, Dongfang Zhixia didn't waste any more words on Ye Cheng. She came straight down from upstairs, walked right up to him, slammed one hand against the wall, and pinned Ye Cheng into the corner of the sofa.
"Move," Dongfang Zhixia said in a calm voice.
Ye Cheng refused to yield. Instead, he put on the airs of a man demanding respect, exhaled, and said, "We both had our difficulties back then. In the past, I didn't have a choice. Now, I just want to be a good person. Give me some face, and let's just let this matter go!"
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Thump!
Ye Cheng was OUT!!!
Face? What the hell is face? Your Brother Cheng's face was nothing but a shoe insert for the President and the Young Lady...
A minute later, Dongfang Zhixia fell into silence as she looked at the large scorched patch on her sofa and the wall that was mostly blackened.
"Well... if I said I just woke up from a nap and it was like this, would you believe me, President?" Ye Cheng blinked his big, innocent eyes and spoke with a pure expression.
"Bastard, pay for my sofa!!!"
When people are pushed to the absolute limits of their anger, they tend to do irrational things. For example, right now... the dear President lunged forward and bit down hard on Ye Cheng's head.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Why does... my scalp hurt a little?
"Ahhhhh!!!"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
