The Officer and the Hamster: A Thrilling Combo Move, the Trouble-Making Dynamic Duo

Flush...

The sound of a flushing toilet came from the bathroom.

Commander, I am done.

...

A few minutes later, the sound of Ye Cheng and the Little Secretary whispering could be heard in the apartment.

Listen, Hamster, you cannot let your young miss know about this, otherwise neither of us will get any good fruit to eat...

Yes, Commander! The Little Secretary instantly stood at attention... well, her upper body stood at attention, but never mind her legs. Forcing a crippled Hamster to stand at attention right now was somewhat cruel.

After the Little Secretary replied, her clear eyes were quickly filled with confusion. Commander, why can't we eat good fruit?

Ye Cheng: ...

A bad guy racking his brains is no match for a fool's sudden stroke of inspiration.

There were not many people who could push Ye Cheng to his wits' end, but the Little Secretary was one of them.

If you say this child is stupid, she still knows how to eat good things, knows how to be shy, and knows the difference between men and women. But if you say she is smart, she would ask you what good fruit is, and even let a man...

Shut up, Hamster! You just need to execute your Commander's orders! Only answer yes or no, do you hear me, Hamster!

Ye Cheng put on the look of a strict drill instructor and instantly began military training for the Little Secretary. If the Little Secretary had not crippled herself, Ye Cheng absolutely would have made her stand in a military posture for a few minutes.

Yes! Commander! The Little Secretary blinked and saluted Ye Cheng.

See, idiots have their own training methods too. As long as you find the right way, getting along with an idiot can be very simple. As for whether it is relaxing or not... do not worry about that!

Hamster, you should be able to contact your young miss's lackeys, right? Ye Cheng narrowed his eyes, suddenly looking at the Little Secretary lying on the bed with an evil expression.

I have a bad idea was practically written all over his face.

The Little Secretary blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite, and nodded...

In less than ten minutes, the Dongfang family's logistics personnel delivered the Little Secretary's exclusive mount. Ye Cheng stood at the door in charge of signing for the wheelchair.

Alright, thank you for your hard work. Do you want to come in, sit down, and have a drink of water? Actually, never mind, you have a tight schedule and heavy tasks, so I will not delay your time here.

Bang!

Logistics personnel: ...

After receiving the wheelchair, Ye Cheng immediately turned hostile. He spoke nicely, even inviting them in to sit, but his body blocked the door without the slightest intention of moving aside.

What a shameless guy...

After a silky smooth combo, Ye Cheng slammed the door shut with a clatter. One second he was inviting them in for water, and the next the door was closed. It was their first time seeing someone as thick-skinned and shameless as Ye Cheng.

As expected of their eldest miss, her taste was truly unique.

The logistics staff quickly left, their footsteps fading away outside the villa. Inside, Ye Cheng started fiddling with the Little Secretary's exclusive limited-edition mount. He had to say, a lame leg was like some sort of negative buff.

Since Ye Cheng had come to the school for such a long time, the people around him were either lame or on their way to becoming lame. The eldest miss's lame leg was visibly getting better, but then the Little Secretary went and wrecked herself.

Wait, no, it seemed the President had also been out of commission before, having been bitten by a poisonous snake, but her physical fitness was relatively good, so she recovered in a couple of days.

The eldest miss, whose physical fitness was weaker than ordinary people, had been lame up until now. Hmm, sure enough, one still needs to exercise more.

Take Ye Cheng, for example. He had also been lame, but he treated himself and was alive and kicking in less than a few minutes. This was called being professional. Obviously, the Little Secretary was not a professional.

He estimated it would take her a week at minimum.

Ye Cheng unfolded the wheelchair and sat on it, briefly testing it out. Hmm... not bad.

As a commander, it was very reasonable to help a subordinate get familiar with their wheelchair in advance, right?

Beep beep beep... Ye Cheng started playing with the various buttons on the wheelchair.

Thus, such a bizarre scene appeared in the living room.

Holding the directional joystick with his left hand and pressing the high-tech buttons on the wheelchair with his right hand, Ye Cheng started playing racing drift inside the house.

He could only say that as expected of the Dongfang family, they were wealthy and imposing. Even for a simple temporary wheelchair, they used the highest grade, costing around six figures.

An ordinary wheelchair weighs about thirty to forty pounds, and a slightly better one is between fifty and one hundred pounds. However, the wheelchair Ye Cheng was sitting on right now weighed well over one hundred pounds!

When the Dongfang family's logistics staff delivered it, two people had to carry it. As a result, Ye Cheng grabbed it with one hand and walked away, leaving the logistics staff stunned.

Holy crap!

Is this hand strength human?

A heavier build meant better configuration and stronger power. With Ye Cheng's current racing speed, it was not the slightest bit weaker than a small electric scooter. In less than a minute, he had circled the living room several times.

The Little Secretary watched in a daze, while her eyes also filled with excitement.

Commander, I want to play too! I want to play too! The Little Secretary had been carried downstairs by Ye Cheng and placed on the sofa to watch mind-numbing short videos. She watched so intently that she did not even lift her head when Ye Cheng signed for the wheelchair earlier.

Immersed in her own happy world of improving her IQ, it was not until the frequent sound of tires drifting and rubbing echoed in the room that the Little Secretary finally woke up from her immersed world.

Her big, sparkling eyes stared unblinkingly at Ye Cheng as he spun in circles around the room, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Do not rush, let me drive two more laps... Ahem, let me test it a bit more. What if something goes wrong later? Ye Cheng put on a righteous appearance, looking like he was doing this for her own good, and happily drove several more laps around the room.

The Little Secretary pouted, her cheeks puffing up slightly in anger.

What is this... stingy... The Little Secretary might be a bit clumsy, but she was not an idiot. It was obvious from Ye Cheng's current look that he just wanted to play with it himself.

So annoying...

Ye Cheng fiercely drove the wheelchair around the living room for a few more laps. Feeling the skyrocketing resentment from a certain idiot Hamster on the sofa nearby, Ye Cheng was finally forced to hit the brakes.

Ye Cheng looked like he had not had enough yet: Such a fine steed, wandering its whole life, alas, it has yet to meet a wise master...

After a whole bunch of classical Chinese laments that the Little Secretary could not understand, showing off his vocabulary, Ye Cheng finally got off the wheelchair, shaking his head repeatedly.

Hamster, I entrust it to you today. You must treat it well in the future... Ye Cheng said with great pity and reluctance.

The Little Secretary nodded vigorously: Mhm, okay Commander!

If their beloved President saw the two of them acting so silly, she would definitely show Ye Cheng what Farmer's Three Punches meant and beat him into a little bear biscuit.

Day after day, not teaching anything good, only doing useless things. She was not smart to begin with, and you are teaching her nonsense. What if she learns some weird things and cannot change back?

Dongfang Zhixia's biggest fear right now wasn't Ye Cheng spending time with the Eldest Miss. After all, with the Eldest Miss's "dead robot" demeanor, she was completely unthreatening. Even on her deathbed, she would probably only mutter something like, "We are just classmates."

It was utterly ridiculous. What was there to be afraid of?

What Dongfang Zhixia truly feared was Ye Cheng and the Little Secretary fooling around together all day. Even when she was keeping a close eye on them, Ye Cheng still managed to find ways to whisk the Little Secretary away. She didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if she took her eyes off them.

If that happened, the idiot of their family would only learn her lesson when she ended up with a "big bump" on her belly...

After a brief handover ceremony, the Little Secretary finally sat on the "fine steed" she had been longing for. Next came Ye Cheng's introduction phase. Since the Little Secretary wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, it was best to explain things carefully to prevent any accidents, just to be safe.

"This joystick controls the direction, this is forward, this is... this is for back heating, this is for massage, and this..."

When Ye Cheng was "speeding" earlier, he had repeatedly pressed a few buttons. The Little Secretary had taken it all in, assuming they were some sort of speed controls, but it turned out they were just for heating and massages?

"Sir, then why were you constantly pressing those buttons just now? If it's a massage function, shouldn't pressing it once be enough?" the Little Secretary asked rather blankly, blinking her clear, large eyes.

Ye Cheng shook his head, placing his hands behind his back. His aura began to rise, like an immortal at the peak of the world, looking down upon the mortal realm...

"Because doing that makes it look like I have high-level mechanics," Ye Cheng said with a straight face.

The Little Secretary blinked, a look of sudden realization washing over her face. Come to think of it, it really did look like "high-level mechanics." At the very least, she, as a bystander, had been completely fooled and thought it looked incredibly cool!

"You still have a long way to go and much to learn. Unlike your master here, who was born with natural wisdom, you'll need to put in more effort when learning. How is your progress with the 'Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment' method I taught you earlier?"

Ye Cheng put on the airs of a "white-bearded immortal," speaking in circles to the Little Secretary. As a result... the Little Secretary's not-so-bright brain overloaded. She didn't understand a word.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Seeing the "wise" look on the Little Secretary's face, he knew she hadn't understood. Ye Cheng coughed twice and translated it into plain, straightforward language.

"Hamster, you're a bit slow, so you need to watch those previous videos more often. Have you ever heard that dripping water hollows out stone... Ahem, anyway, the point is you need to watch them more. The more you watch, the smarter you'll become, just like me!"

Halfway through, Ye Cheng couldn't resist quoting idioms again but forced himself to stop. Otherwise, if he kept going, the Little Secretary would just stare at him with that same "wise" expression, completely lost.

"Did you hear me clearly, Hamster!" Ye Cheng shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"Yes, sir!" The Little Secretary "stood at attention" and saluted Ye Cheng.

This time, she finally understood. All that roundabout talk earlier had nearly confused the Little Secretary. It felt like being in class; she had barely been able to fight off the urge to sleep, her head feeling groggy. She truly was prime material for being a natural-born idiot!

After the two "geniuses" got on the same page, the Little Secretary began the first "drag race" of her life!

"You can press the other buttons as you like, but don't touch these two. This one is accelerate, and this one is the emergency brake. Even if you have to press one, press the emergency brake, not the accelerate..." Ye Cheng gave his final instructions.

The Little Secretary nodded. "Yes, sir!"

Ye Cheng nodded. "Mhm, teachable indeed. Let's begin! Go, Hamster!"

"Yes, sir!"

With a determined look in her eyes, the Little Secretary controlled the joystick with one hand while mimicking Ye Cheng's previous cool manner of skillfully pressing buttons with the other. The vehicle moved slowly, strolling around the room.

"Good job, Hamster, just like that!" Ye Cheng encouraged.

The Little Secretary took a slow, leisurely lap, the corners of her mouth turning up wildly. Her smile stretched almost to her ears, looking like she was about to turn into Venom.

Hehe...

After just a couple of compliments, the Little Secretary started getting carried away. She pushed the joystick further, speeding up... while continuously pressing the "massage" button.

However, for some unknown reason, her speed was getting faster and faster.

Ye Cheng watched from the side for a while. Initially, he was cheering her on, but eventually, his voice grew softer and softer until he fell completely silent.

Why did he feel like... the speed was increasing?

Ye Cheng raised an eyebrow. Utilizing his sharp senses, his gaze locked precisely onto the Little Secretary's hand on the control panel. She was frantically pressing the "accelerate" button.

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Sir, I'm a little scared..." The Little Secretary felt like she was losing control. Her little heart was pounding wildly, but she didn't dare to stop, terrified of crashing.

Ye Cheng: "..."

"Hamster, let go! Stop pressing it, that's the accelerator!"

"No, wait, keep pressing, don't move, I'll..."

"Beep."

"Bang!"

The Little Secretary's hands were faster than her brain. Before Ye Cheng could even finish his sentence, she slammed on the emergency brake. The powerful driving force halted instantly, but the kinetic energy didn't just disappear. It completely transferred to the Little Secretary, turning her into a cannonball. She went flying, launched straight out of the seat.

Ye Cheng: "???"

"Fuck!!!"

Then, an even more bizarre scene unfolded in the room.

Ye Cheng exerted his strength, kicking away the hundred-pound out-of-control wheelchair that was barreling toward him. Displaying terrifying explosive power, he stomped fiercely on the sofa and "flew" up, catching the Little Secretary who was hurtling outside.

Crash!

Upon impact with Ye Cheng, the glass in the first-floor hall first formed spiderweb-like cracks before rapidly shattering into pieces.

The two of them flew out of the villa's first floor together, accompanied by a shower of glass shards...

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