Ding-a-ling.
The morning classes ended as the bell rang, and students streamed out of the classroom toward the cafeteria.
Ye Cheng leaned against the windowsill, his eyes filled with envy as he watched the students heading downstairs for lunch.
He was so desperate that he almost considered jumping out the window.
In stark contrast to Ye Cheng’s impatience was the unhurried demeanor of the mafia princess beside him.
Shen Qinghan was tidying up her desk, a task made slightly more cumbersome since she only had one free hand.
Why only one hand?
Because the other was busy gripping Ye Cheng’s sleeve to prevent him from bolting like a crazed bullfrog, as he had done before.
This time, she had grabbed him five minutes before class ended—gentler than before, at least.
No stepping on him this time.
Ye Cheng was moved to tears.
The young mistress really cares!
Of course, it would be even better if she let go of his sleeve.
As for why things had come to this…
It was because every time Ye Cheng brought back food, there was always some kind of problem, leaving Shen Qinghan thoroughly exasperated.
The cafeteria was a fair distance from the classroom building, and Shen Qinghan didn’t want to make the trip back and forth—too much hassle. Besides, her foot injury hadn’t fully healed yet, and she needed to rest as much as possible.
Driven to the brink by Ye Cheng’s unreliability, the mafia princess had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.
"Alright, let’s go," Shen Qinghan said calmly, eyeing Ye Cheng.
She spread her arms slightly, ready to climb onto his back.
Ye Cheng crouched down, and Shen Qinghan hopped on.
Her crutch was unceremoniously abandoned—Ye Cheng was far more useful.
Though it wasn’t their first time doing this, Ye Cheng still couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when the ruthless young mistress climbed onto his back.
So soft~
Shen Qinghan carried a faint, inexplicable fragrance—not perfume, but something natural, mixed with a subtle scent like that of a stuffed doll.
It was so subtle that only someone as close as Ye Cheng could detect it beneath the light aroma.
After a few steps, Ye Cheng suddenly stopped.
Shen Qinghan frowned. "I didn’t tell you to stop."
"Uh, Young Mistress, I have a question—well, actually, I’m not sure if I should ask," Ye Cheng said hesitantly.
"Then don’t," Shen Qinghan replied flatly.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Ignoring her, he continued anyway.
"Young Mistress, don’t you think this is a little… too intimate? What if people start talking—"
Shen Qinghan fell silent for a moment.
"It’s fine. I don’t care about things like that."
The innocent have nothing to fear.
Shen Qinghan had always been aloof, never fitting in with her peers—not because of her status, but simply due to her personality.
As a result, even as an adult, she had no friends.
Her family was so worried that they sent her to school in hopes she’d make some close companions.
Even if those "friends" only approached her for money or status, it didn’t matter—her family had plenty to spare. What they lacked was a single genuine friend for their daughter.
Her self-assured nature meant Shen Qinghan was never swayed by gossip.
As for those who pestered her relentlessly… well, they could always be fed to the dogs.
Ye Cheng blinked, then clarified:
"Ahem, Young Mistress, I think you misunderstood. What I meant was—I’m a pure, innocent young man who hasn’t even found a girlfriend yet! If rumors start spreading, how am I supposed to—"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
After listening for a while, she finally understood.
Ye Cheng hadn’t stopped out of concern for her reputation—he was worried about his own.
Her silence was deafening.
As Ye Cheng rambled on, Shen Qinghan wordlessly wrapped both hands around his neck.
And squeezed.
"GAAAH—!! (tremolo)"
Ye Cheng’s tongue flapped like a drumstick, swaying wildly.
A few minutes later…
From the sea of students, a frenzied bullfrog burst forth!
Moving at breakneck speed!
With Shen Qinghan on his back, Ye Cheng weaved through the crowd like lightning, reaching the front of the line in the blink of an eye.
His speed was so absurd that even Shen Qinghan was stunned.
The wind howled in her ears—whoosh, whoosh!
She had to shut her eyes and cling tightly to Ye Cheng just to avoid being flung off.
In less than two minutes, Ye Cheng had covered nearly a kilometer—while carrying Shen Qinghan.
The gym teacher would’ve been impressed!
The current world record for the 1000-meter dash is two minutes—and that’s without extra weight.
Meaning, Ye Cheng could’ve easily crushed professional middle-distance runners at the Olympics.
Once they reached the cafeteria, Ye Cheng finally slowed down, giving Shen Qinghan a chance to catch her breath.
Her long, flowing hair was now a windswept mess.
She stared at him, baffled.
What… was that just now?
Too fast.
Ye Cheng didn’t stop at the cafeteria—he just reduced his speed slightly.
His goal was clear: the "Love Window" on the second floor.
Tucked away in the most inconspicuous corner, the Love Window was a tiny, solitary counter, standing in stark contrast to the bustling food stalls around it.
With practiced ease, Ye Cheng pulled out a single coin.
Clink!
He slapped it onto the counter with the flair of a domineering CEO.
"Young Mistress, order whatever you want—my treat!"
He flashed a roguish grin, then… dug out another coin from his pocket.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
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Cafeteria, Third Floor.
"Young Mistress, the doctor said you need to eat more nutritious food to recover faster," the assistant muttered, piling sea cucumbers onto a plate with a pair of tongs.
The plate was practically overflowing.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
"Enough already! If I eat this much, my uric acid levels will skyrocket!" She massaged her temples, sighing in exasperation.
Just as she was about to scold her airheaded assistant, a familiar voice caught her attention.
"Damn, 8,888 for a crab? What, does this thing evolve or something?!"
Like a country bumpkin, Ye Cheng pressed his face against the display window, eyes wide at the gourmet dishes prepared by the five-star chefs.
The cafeteria had three floors.
The first and second floors weren’t much different—just overpriced food. The only reason Ye Cheng frequented the second floor was the Love Window, where meals were dirt cheap.
As for the third floor?
Ye Cheng had never been allowed up before. He’d tried once, but they checked IDs or something.
Today, thanks to the ruthless young mistress, he finally got his chance.
Shen Qinghan didn’t even need to show any identification—the people at the entrance didn’t dare to stop her, greeting her with nothing but reverence.
However, a little mishap occurred during this time.
Ye Cheng left Shen Qinghan in the stairwell and then ran to the entrance, practically dancing right in front of the guards’ faces.
This was the price of looking down on others!
Now that he was the lapdog of the ruthless young mistress, his status had risen accordingly. No longer the same as before, Ye Cheng was here for revenge!
"Hey, I’m in—hey, I’m out—hey, I’m back in—hey… ow!"
After just a few rounds of shameless taunting, Ye Cheng was swiftly disciplined by Shen Qinghan, earning a fresh lump on his head.
"Done gawking? What do you want to eat?"
Shen Qinghan’s cool voice cut through the air.
Ye Cheng’s mouth watered as he pointed at the giant crab priced at 8,888: "Young Mistress, I want this one! How dare they charge so much? It’s definitely packed with shady additives. For the sake of your health and safety, it’s only right that I risk my life to test it first!"
Slurp, slurp…
Shen Qinghan: "…"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
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!"
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?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
