【Name: Shen Qinghan】
【Gender: Female】
【IQ: 8】
【Charm: 9】
【Physique: 4】
【Physical Condition: Healthy】
【Trait Description: The near-perfect mafia princess, cunning and aloof. Due to innate factors, she struggles to communicate normally with peers, often appearing cold. One might try to bridge the gap by piquing her interest.】
【Current Status: Irritated after being stood up, craving sweets. A pineapple-flavored soda paired with chocolate ice cream might lift her mood.】
Ye Cheng nearly jumped out of his skin when these prompts popped up.
Finally, something useful!
The open status panel before Shen Qinghan was nearly identical to Ye Cheng’s, detailing everything from age and name to physical condition.
Her IQ matched his at a terrifying 8 points, though hers lacked the additional note of "wild genius" that his had.
Maybe that label was exclusive to Ye Cheng alone?
The most staggering stat was her charm—a monstrous 9, a full two points higher than Ye Cheng’s.
Well, technically just one point, since Ye Cheng’s base charm was also 8. But his eccentric behavior had somehow cost him a point.
The only stat that made Ye Cheng skeptical was her physique.
Who’d have thought a mafia princess would have a measly 4 in physique, weaker than the average person?
Then again, it made sense. Shen Qinghan spent her days sitting around, barely moving, flipping through books when she wasn’t fixated on claw machines.
If she had any strength at all, it was all wasted on those damn machines.
Had she been even slightly more athletic, she wouldn’t have tripped on flat ground during the freshman ceremony—right into Ye Cheng’s path.
Ye Cheng focused on the last two prompts.
Bad mood after being stood up yesterday?
Irritated, craving sweets?
Normally, Ye Cheng was stingy. On any other day, he’d have grabbed the cheapest ice pop from a vending machine and called it a day.
But considering he was the one who’d messed up yesterday—and the fact that this ruthless young mistress had been surprisingly decent to him—he decided to bite the bullet and follow the system’s suggestion.
Ye Cheng scrambled off his stool and bolted out of the classroom, heading straight for the school’s shopping mall.
The vending machines outside didn’t stock pineapple soda or chocolate ice cream. He’d have to hit the mall inside Great Sea City Noble Academy.
Yes, the academy had its own mall—a sizable one, catering exclusively to its spoiled young masters and mistresses.
Naturally, the prices were jacked up. But for the students here, that was pocket change.
For Ye Cheng, it was highway robbery.
To avoid the markup, he activated his passive skill, "Fleet-Footed," and sprinted off-campus.
A few kilometers round trip? No problem. With half an hour left in the break, he had just enough time.
But he couldn’t afford to dawdle.
Back in the classroom, Shen Qinghan finally turned her head after Ye Cheng left.
She stared blankly at his empty seat, lost in thought.
The inexplicable irritation in her chest only grew.
What Ye Cheng didn’t know was that his usual pestering would’ve actually eased her frustration.
Her gaze drifted to the window, where she soon spotted a familiar figure tearing across the campus toward the school gates, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"What’s this idiot up to now?" she muttered, frowning.
A sudden dryness clawed at her throat—probably from rushing out without drinking water this morning.
Her water bottle had been left at home, too.
The nearest vending machine was fifty meters away. With the walk and the line, it’d take about five minutes.
Normally, she’d have sent Ye Cheng to queue for her. But with him gone, she had no one to boss around.
Shen Qinghan swallowed the discomfort and forced her attention back to her book.
It worked—sort of. But the agitation from Ye Cheng’s absence only festered, making the words on the page blur into meaninglessness.
——
Off-campus, at a large ice cream wholesale store.
A blur of motion crashed through the glass doors, sending the entrance curtains fluttering.
The figure zipped straight for the shelves and freezers.
Doctor Tang, who’d been browsing post-lunch desserts, nearly jumped out of her skin. She whipped around, half-expecting a wild animal.
"Huh?" Her brows knitted.
That guy sprawled on the floor looked awfully familiar.
Curious, she clicked forward in her white heeled sandals, stopping right in front of him.
"Pineapple soda, pineapple soda…" Ye Cheng mumbled, eyes squinted, ass in the air, scanning the shelves like a bloodhound.
He didn’t even notice the shadow looming over him.
"Blueberry, chocolate, passion fruit, corn…"
Ye Cheng: "???"
A row of question marks popped over his head. He blinked, then looked again.
Nope, still there.
A pair of feet in heels had materialized right in front of him.
"Like what you see?"
A rich, velvety voice—the kind that belonged in a late-night radio show—dripped into his ears.
Doctor Tang tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes as she watched him freeze.
"Ahem. I have no idea what you’re talking about." Ye Cheng coughed, straightening up with all the dignity of a man caught mid-crawl.
Having met twice before, he recognized her instantly—the hot doctor from the infirmary who loved brain-dead soap operas.
In a way, they were practically old friends.
Doctor Tang’s lips curled into a smirk. Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper.
"Not tempted? Don’t you want to touch them? I was going to let you, if you asked nicely."
"Really?!" Ye Cheng’s eyes sparkled with newfound innocence, his lashes fluttering like a Disney princess.
Doctor Tang: "…"
Why was this brat's reaction not what she had expected?
Shouldn’t it have been a shy blush from an innocent young guy after being teased?
So what was with this "righteous father indeed" look he was giving her now?
Doctor Tang’s lips twitched. Before she could speak, she heard Ye Cheng muttering to himself again.
"I didn’t study much, so you wouldn’t have the heart to trick me, right? In that case, I won’t hold back—thank you, nature’s bounty!"
After his "pre-meal prayer," Ye Cheng lunged forward.
Doctor Tang nearly jumped out of her skin, scrambling backward in panic.
Click-clack!
The crisp sound of high heels retreating echoed as Doctor Tang’s expression froze, her eyes wide with disbelief at Ye Cheng.
But Ye Cheng hadn’t actually pounced—his words were just a bluff. Now he was grinning at her, thoroughly amused by her flustered, "all bark and no bite" reaction.
Doctor Tang’s face burned.
She—she’d actually been played by this little brat!
Her delicate hands clenched into tiny fists, as if ready to throw a punch.
Maybe it was the sheer embarrassment, but she suddenly felt indignant. She was the one teasing him, so how had the tables turned?
No way!
Taking a deep breath, Doctor Tang took two small steps forward.
Click-clack.
She stopped right in front of Ye Cheng, her white high-heeled sandals and legs-for-days once again on full display.
"I wasn’t ready earlier—you startled me. Let’s try again!" she insisted, forcing an excuse.
She was dead set on reclaiming her dignity from this brat who’d turned the tables on her.
Ye Cheng blinked. "Doctor Tang, do you have some kind of special preference?"
Doctor Tang: "..."
"You little punk, are you coming or not?!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her face flushed red with humiliation.
She was betting Ye Cheng wouldn’t actually do anything. His earlier bluff proved he was all talk—just a cowardly brat with no real nerve. Nothing to fear.
If she held her ground, she’d win this round.
Ye Cheng nodded, then—well, not bad.
Better test it again to be sure.
After a few rounds of this, Ye Cheng finally withdrew, satisfied. He shook his head at Doctor Tang, who now stood frozen like a statue, before wandering off to the shelves in search of his pineapple-flavored soda.
Left behind, Doctor Tang remained petrified.
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened?
Her mind was blank, her expression dazed, as if questioning her entire existence. Had she just… actively asked to be harassed?
Aaaah!!!
Tang Yuyao, what were you thinking?!
The worst part was realizing she had no right to be angry—she’d been the one to invite it. Throwing a tantrum now would just make her a sore loser.
Her face burning, Tang Yuyao glared at Ye Cheng, who was still rummaging through the shelves.
"Found it!"
Ye Cheng’s triumphant voice rang out as he finally located the pineapple soda—chilled, no less!
Without delay, he headed straight for the checkout counter.
"One soda, please. And a chocolate ice cream."
The cashier hesitated. "Sorry, sir, we’re out of chocolate. Would you like another flavor?"
Ye Cheng’s eyes widened. "You’re an ice cream wholesaler with no ice cream? Are you kidding me?!"
He leaned over the freezer, scanning intently—then spotted something.
"What’s this, if not chocolate ice cream?" he demanded, pointing at the section clearly labeled for chocolate.
The cashier glanced nervously behind Ye Cheng, where Tang Yuyao stood, lips pressed together.
Click-clack-clack!
Tang Yuyao sauntered over in her heels, one hand resting lightly on Ye Cheng’s shoulder.
"These are all reserved by me, so they’re sold out. If you want one… you’ll have to buy it from me."
A devilish, triumphant smile spread across her face.
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