The Head Maid's Worldview Collapses: The Difference Between Genius and Madness A Glimpse in the Eyes...

"Why are you looking at me like that? Chew, chew, chew..."

Ye Cheng continued chewing the spicy stick in his hand, looking at the head maid opposite him with some confusion.

The head maid was still in a "frozen" state, maintaining what Ye Cheng called a "dead mom" expression. As for why Ye Cheng could describe it so aptly... well, how does the saying go? Oh right, empathy.

Ye Cheng didn't even have a mom, so pulling off the expression the head maid currently had was a bit difficult for him. Working backward, the answer was obvious: the head maid probably didn't have a mom either.

Seeing that the head maid hadn't reacted for a long time, Ye Cheng poured the last bit of the spicy stick into his mouth, chewed it, and finally licked the torn bag a couple of times before tossing the trash into the trash can in the ward.

Clapping his hands clean, under the head maid's incredulous gaze, he "floated" over from the opposite side by stepping on the air conditioner's outdoor unit and the drainage pipe.

Why say he "floated" over?

Because Ye Cheng's movements were simply too silky smooth. From the head maid's perspective, he just drifted over. It was like a certain game on the market where some phones forcefully lock at 60 frames per second, making it look a bit stuttery.

Maybe you wouldn't notice it if you used it all the time, but the moment you saw a premium 120fps phone and looked back at your own, you'd realize it was stuttering.

It wasn't that Ye Cheng couldn't vault over from the opposite side, it was... he shouldn't be able to vault over so smoothly. It was so smooth it was bizarre, as if he had just done something completely trivial.

After vaulting over from next door, Ye Cheng applied a little force and easily flipped back into the ward where the head maid was.

"They left so quickly?" Ye Cheng glanced around the room, seemingly still having some lingering high spirits.

To the side was the head maid, still petrified.

He... he just came over like that?

Is this even right...

You've got to be kidding me!

The head maid snapped back to reality, grabbed Ye Cheng, and questioned him in an agitated tone, "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was just now? What if you had fallen!"

"Visually, it's about twenty-five meters. If I fell, as long as I didn't land on my head, it would just be a matter of applying some safflower oil. Besides..." Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin while analyzing the situation with sound logic.

Although twenty meters sounded scary, it actually wasn't a joke at all. If a normal person fell, they would be half-crippled if not dead. If they landed on their head, needless to say, they would just directly respawn.

They'd even skip the step of double-tapping the temples to reboot.

But pay attention to the premise: we are talking about normal, ordinary people. Ye Cheng obviously didn't fall into this category. The most likely outcome of him falling twenty meters was just getting some superficial scratches.

Furthermore... based on gravitational acceleration, a twenty-meter fall would give a buffer time of a full two seconds. Two seconds was plenty of time for the brain to react and control the body to grab the window on the floor below.

Simply put, it was like stepping on your right foot with your left foot. Although it sounded like an inhuman maneuver, in reality, after trying it, you'd find out... hey, it really isn't a human maneuver.

Normal people couldn't do it, or at least they shouldn't be able to.

With only fractions of a second to react, plus enduring the panic brought by the weightlessness of falling, as well as...

"Shut up!!!"

The head maid practically roared.

When a person receives more information in a short period than their brain can handle, a short circuit occurs. Just like the head maid right now, the worldview of this highly educated intellectual was being repeatedly refreshed by Ye Cheng.

She felt as if the complete worldview she had built over the past twenty-plus years was being "elbow-striked" bit by bit by Ye Cheng, and was on the verge of shattering.

"You idiot, you fool, who do you think you are?"

"Do you know what would happen if you fell?"

"Is this a matter of safflower oil?"

"You're simply hopeless! You're an absolute madman, totally unreasonable!"

The string that had been tightly wound in the head maid's heart finally snapped. A side of her that outsiders had never seen before was displayed in front of Ye Cheng as she entered a state of "great fury." However, due to her upbringing...

Even when she was swearing to vent the anger in her heart, she remained very civilized. At least... compared to Ye Cheng's national-treasure-level curses with their extremely high mother-insult ratio, her words seemed soft and powerless.

Simply put... babe, your swearing sounds like you're acting spoiled.

If someone had some weird special fetish, hearing those two lines would instantly make them "super happy" on the spot. In a word: thrilling!

Of course, this just refers to a pure surge of emotion... super happy.

After a bout of venting, the ward fell quiet. The head maid's chest heaved, and her head felt a bit "dizzy," probably because she had spoken too fast just now.

After calming down, the head maid finally realized she had "lost her composure." Not only had she lost her composure, but she had also been very rude. This was a failure as a head maid.

"I'm sorry, I was a bit rude." The head maid took a deep breath and sincerely apologized to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng blinked: "Thanks, I enjoyed that."

Head maid: "???"

You...

The head maid had a few words with a high mother-insult ratio that she wanted to share with Ye Cheng. She had just said a whole bunch of things; even if it didn't make Ye Cheng sad, it should have had at least some attack power, right?

And the result was a thank you?

I...

The head maid still suffered from the disadvantage of being cultured. She wanted to curse at Ye Cheng, but because of what he had just said, she didn't dare to, afraid that Ye Cheng would actually enjoy it. As a result, she could only make herself uncomfortable like this.

It was like a ball of fire was pent up in her heart with nowhere to vent.

If the head maid had ever seen the daily interactions between Ye Cheng and the eldest miss, she would know how to vent this ball of fire in her heart... The student council president would do too, or that older leftover woman who liked to play Little Magic Fairy, but Sister Lin, who was only fit to listen at the door, wouldn't work.

"So after all that, you're just a civil official?" Ye Cheng spoke up.

"What the hell do you mean 'I was rude', Miss Deadpan. I've realized that you rich people are really pretentious. You want to curse someone but you still worry about this and that. After holding it in for so long, all you can squeeze out is 'you're so mean', making the soles of my shoes itch from listening to it..."

Ye Cheng's words left the head maid dumbfounded.

So... this guy in front of her was lecturing her?

"When you curse someone, you need to look the part. I originally wanted to leave through the front door, but seeing you look like the lowly servant 9527, I've decided to show you a thing or two."

"You want to curse people, right? Wrong, you're doing it wrong. The point of cursing isn't to see who makes more sense; it's to see who curses dirtier and louder. If you're already cursing and still trying to reason, aren't you just cursing for nothing?"

As Ye Cheng spoke, he walked toward a chair where half a bitten scallion pancake was resting, picked up the not-yet-cold pancake, and took a bite.

While going chew, chew, chew, he imparted the "true essence of cursing."

Seeing the head maid still looking like a half-understanding fool, Ye Cheng shook his head straight away: "Watch closely, I'll only teach you this once. If you cause trouble in the future, do not..."

After reading out his "disclaimer" once, he began his performance and lecture!

"Your young miss is a retard, like someone who took a fetal preservation needle straight to the brain. And you're not much better. Do you think everything in the world can be solved with money? Well, if you think so, you're right!"

Head Maid: "???"

Ye Cheng's sudden "sharp turn" completely threw the head maid off.

Ye Cheng continued his assault: "A maid is just a maid, acting like a robot. Even when someone chews you out, you're still here going, 'Oh my, how rude of me, how rude of me.' Rude my ass! You're a retard too. I don't know if you caught it from that retarded little cockroach of yours or if you were just born looking like an idiot..."

Ye Cheng's words were sharp, leaving the head maid completely dumbfounded. She had never seen such "cutting" remarks before.

The ball of fire in the head maid's heart slowly built up, nearing a critical point, about to explode...

Without realizing it, Ye Cheng had already stepped onto the windowsill: "Also, don't use your ridiculous textbook theories to challenge the truth of 'practice brings true knowledge'!"

Finally, he flipped the head maid the middle finger, cursed a line with an extremely high mother-insulting ratio that completely broke her defenses, and then executed a 1440-degree mid-air spin.

He jumped off the windowsill. The head maid's pupils shrank, and her body moved mechanically as she rushed to the window.

The moment Ye Cheng landed coincided with the moment the head maid reached the window. She witnessed the entire process.

Ye Cheng even did a triumphant two-handed pose like a gymnast finishing a fancy standing long jump: "Did you see that, you retarded maid?"

After verbally elbowing the head maid, Ye Cheng continued eating his scallion pancake and walked away as if nothing had happened...

Leaving the head maid standing alone at the window, completely messed up in the wind. In this instant, the worldview she had held for over twenty years completely collapsed, cracking open an unfixable gap...

Crack.

It sounded like something had shattered.

"What a fucking lunatic..." the head maid muttered to herself as she watched Ye Cheng's retreating back. Her eyes held an unspeakable "brilliance," not even noticing that she had sworn. In her eyes, there was only Ye Cheng's fading figure...