The Gathering of Two 'Super Geniuses' A True Strong Enemy Appears, Brother Doudou Frowns

In the villa of Xia Tongxin in Dahai City.

"Splash—"

A fair amount of water flowed out of the bathtub.

"That perverted female sex maniac again, how despicable! Xia Xia, what do you think if I call Mr. Policeman, would he lock her up?"

Xia Tongxin held the yellow rubber duck in front of her with her little hands and asked in a very innocent tone.

Head Maid: "..."

Though her tone was pure, the way her young miss was right now, no matter how you looked at her, she seemed quite serious—but because she was so weak, even her anger came across as if she was throwing a tantrum.

Not only was it utterly harmless.

Given her young miss's current state, if the "female sex maniac" she mentioned saw her like this, she'd probably get more than a few touches in.

One could already imagine her young miss with vacant eyes, a hollow stare, as if her soul had drifted away.

"Hmm… probably… yes?"

The Head Maid replied hesitantly.

She was very certain that Du Wanyi would never be locked up—not even in their city of Da'ao, let alone here in Dahai City.

Going to the police station was like going home for her; everyone inside was talented and spoke pleasantly...

"Alright, Xia Xia, next time we see that female sex maniac, we'll call the police and let Mr. Policeman arrest her!" Xia Tongxin gritted her teeth, her little hands clenched into fists, already picturing the MVP-winning screen of sending that lady to jail.

Nyahahaha—

Head Maid: "..."

Hmm... well, wasn't there a possibility that, miss, if you called the police, you'd be the last one to get a response to the dispatch?

"Miss, let's clean up and go for a walk outside; we haven't exercised in a while," the Head Maid said.

She reached for a towel nearby, first drying her young miss's hair and wrapping it up, ready to blow-dry it later outside.

Splash.

The steam dispersed as the Head Maid stepped out of the tub. Xia Tongxin suddenly felt the soft cushion behind her disappear, replaced by something as hard as stone.

She lifted her little head and looked toward the Head Maid.

Under the glow of the light, the same scene from the women's restroom earlier played out again. In a daze, Xia Tongxin saw a "truth" she could never achieve in her lifetime.

A brutally cruel truth.

Xia Tongxin: "..."

Visible to the naked eye, Xia Tongxin's cheeks puffed up; she looked unhappy and pouted.

The Head Maid showed a hint of confusion but didn't dwell on it. She picked up her young miss—who had been soaking like a tiny figure—from the tub.

Splash.

"Come on, miss, hands up..."

Furious yet futile, Xia Tongxin reluctantly complied with the Head Maid's requests, raising her hands as told—like an angry little cupcake.

"Xia Xia, can I ask you something? Can you promise not to tell anyone else? Not even Mom... not even her, okay?"

Xia Tongxin suddenly became awkward, glancing around guiltily even though no one was there.

Her heart began to race.

Head Maid: "???"

A very gentle smile appeared on the Head Maid's face: "Alright, miss, go ahead and ask. I promise you, this matter will stay between us; I won't tell the madam either."

With the Head Maid's assurance, Xia Tongxin finally stammered out her "awkward" question.

"It's just... Xia Xia, how, how can I become like you? I mean..."

Xia Tongxin faltered for a long time, staring at the Head Maid's chest, her eyes full of envy.

Head Maid: "..."

The reason Xia Tongxin asked this question was that, by chance, she had seen an old photo of the Head Maid as a child in the madam's place.

Back then, the Head Maid was thin and weak. Even after the madam had brought her out of the slums for a long time, she still hadn't recovered her nutrition and was still in the recovery phase.

Actually, it should have been the awkward phase—anyone who's raised puppies or kittens knows there's a period when they're particularly ugly, so ugly you even want to throw them away.

As long as you get through that phase, things get much better, and they turn back into soft, sweet little cakes or little furballs.

Someone might ask: why not an old cat?

Because old cats automatically trigger a stray function, or a big dog chews them up and forces a restart, leaving no chance.

The Head Maid in the photo was in that awkward phase—dark skin, thin and weak. Of course, what Xia Tongxin cared about most was the issue of "talent." She keenly noticed that back then, the Head Maid was still flat as a board.

Even worse than her own.

That single discovery gave Xia Tongxin hope!

She had always thought the Head Maid had some secret technique she hadn't shared, something relatively private... Recently, seeing everyone around her develop impressive talents one after another, she couldn't take it anymore.

Her young heart had suffered yet another almost devastating blow, so she finally asked for a way to become "gifted."

"I mean, Xia Xia, I saw that you used to be like me too... Later, how did you manage to turn things around? Tell me, please—we're the best of friends, Xia Xia, tell me, I beg you."

Xia Tongxin looked at the Head Maid pitifully, her eyes full of expectation, as if she was clinging to a last lifeline.

Head Maid: "..."

Seeing her young miss with that hopeful look, as if she'd caught the last straw of hope, the Head Maid really couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Even if she had to make something up, she'd have to come up with a solution to avoid letting her young miss down.

The truth was, the Head Maid was malnourished back then, and her talent hadn't shown itself; it stayed that way for a long time. It was only later that the madam arranged for a specialized nutritionist to help the Head Maid recover.

Her skin turned fair, and her impressive talents began to emerge—that was the truth, not a sudden genetic mutation.

This truth was too cruel, so the Head Maid held back and quickly searched her mind for methods to "enhance talent," ruling out modern technological means but recalling some unorthodox techniques.

Hmm... give it a try?

The Head Maid organized the unorthodox methods in her mind.

"Miss, come closer. I'll tell you quietly."

Xia Tongxin's eyes lit up; she was thrilled and immediately trotted over on her little feet, as if she had found a treasure.

"Xia Xia, don't worry—I'll listen carefully and won't tell anyone this secret!!!"

Head Maid: "..."

A few minutes later.

The two emerged from the bathroom. Xia Tongxin was still excited, muttering under her breath about the method the Head Maid had told her inside, her delicate face flushed pink with excitement.

The Head Maid was behind her with a hairdryer, drying her hair.

Sorry, miss, sigh...

Seeing her young lady so excited, the head maid sighed inwardly, filled with guilt. She already felt deeply sorry for her young lady because of Ye Cheng's matter, and now she was deceiving her innocent young lady with this as well.

She was truly too wicked.

She was a vicious woman…

Sigh.

"Xia Xia, how long will it take for this to show results!"

After her hair dried, Xia Tongxin couldn't wait to ask. The head maid hesitated for a moment, seeming to think, but in reality, she was improvising a logical answer.

"About half a year. If there's no effect in six months, that means it's a special constitution, and it might take longer, but the subsequent effects will be even stronger!"

The head maid spoke with full confidence, making Xia Tongxin extremely excited.

Even if no results appeared within half a year, she wouldn't be disappointed. Instead, she'd become more and more convinced of her own "special constitution," firmly believing that one day she would become extraordinarily gifted!!!

That was the head maid's brilliance—whether in her words or actions, she never painted herself into a corner but always left room for possibilities.

"Great!"

"Xia Xia, I'll place the order tonight and prepare larger-sized underwear in advance!" Xia Tongxin clenched her fist, giving herself a determined pep talk.

She was already savoring the dreams of a beautiful future.

Just like someone buying a two-yuan lottery ticket and already fantasizing about winning five million and the ensuing lifestyle—and the problems that come with it.

The head maid: "…"

Silence was the Cambridge of the evening, and the head maid was now exceptionally Cambridge-like.

Half an hour later.

The head maid held Xia Tongxin's hand, and the two wandered aimlessly around the campus, getting acquainted with the environment.

They had arrived a few days ago, but Xia Tongxin hadn't even attended a single class, spending most of her time sleeping at home. She barely knew her way around. Now, taking a stroll helped her get familiar with the school.

As for attending classes or not… that didn't matter much to Xia Tongxin.

For ordinary people, open their eyes, close them—day turns to night, night turns to day; it's time to grind like oxen and horses again.

For Xia Tongxin, open her eyes, close them—the dense stream of numbers in her account kept growing, though Xia Tongxin didn't even remember the exact amount.

Losing a few hundred million might just make her wonder if she'd forgotten to cancel an automatic subscription… Oh no, she probably wouldn't even notice losing such a trivial sum.

"Mom, what animal is that, child?"

"That's a trust fund baby, honey."

Calming down, the head maid realized the campus scenery was quite impressive—even prettier than many tourist spots.

The two enjoyed the sights while moving along.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus, the president, pushing a wheelchair with her little secretary, was also wandering aimlessly.

"Miss, look, that thing over there looks just like a donut, hehe," the little secretary pointed at a circular building on the lake, drooling uncontrollably.

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

Idiot, you're hopeless, sigh…

Dongfang Zhixia sighed inwardly, nodded, and forced a helpless smile: "That's a landmark—the school's symbol. Are you craving donuts again?"

The president instantly saw through her silly secretary's little scheme.

The little secretary blinked, feeling a bit guilty: "No, no, I'm just saying; Miss, you're overthinking… Miss, are you the one craving donuts?"

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

Craving nonsense!

Dongfang Zhixia pinched her little secretary's cheek and tugged: "Wait until you're discharged from the hospital for those. High oil and salt—I need to keep a lid on those for now…"

While Dongfang Zhixia was scolding her little secretary, two familiar figures appeared in her peripheral vision.

A very conspicuous little pink-haired girl.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

As far as she knew, there was only one rebellious student in the entire school who dyed her hair.

And pink hair at that…

When Dongfang Zhixia spotted the head maid and Xia Tongxin by the lake opposite her, the two also noticed her and her little secretary.

The little secretary saw Xia Tongxin and flinched, pulling her mistress back: "Miss, miss, let's go quickly. I won't eat donuts anymore…"

Dongfang Zhixia: "…"

Dongfang Zhixia raised an eyebrow. Something was fishy. Why did her silly secretary seem so nervous seeing those two?

Wasn't that just a harmless little pink-haired girl? What was there to fear? She looked like a pushover among pushovers. Could it be that she'd been bullied by a pushover?

Dongfang Zhixia glanced at her little secretary, then back at the equally flustered pushover pink-haired girl, and fell silent.

It seemed… yes, she had indeed been bullied.

Xia Tongxin was indeed a pushover, and the little secretary was also a pushover. Both had "I am a genius" written all over their faces, albeit clearly… Let's go with Azure Sky Dragon Technique!

Dongfang Zhixia pushed her little secretary over to the opposite side.

On the opposite side.

"Xia Xia, Xia Xia, let's go quickly—that bad woman is coming! Let's go, hurry!" Xia Tongxin was nearly in tears. She vividly remembered the time she'd bullied the little secretary before.

Now that the other party's "parent figure" had arrived, she was panicking out of guilt.

A true pushover, adept at dominating the weak and cowering from the strong.

The head maid: "…"

The head maid nodded and was about to lead her terrified young mistress away when Dongfang Zhixia's shout came from behind.

"Both of you, freeze!"

Xia Tongxin: "…"

The head maid: "…"

———

At Tang's restaurant.

By the entrance hall.

Ye Cheng stood off to the side like a pregnant woman, his clothes buttons practically about to burst.

Today, all wishes were granted at once. For a long, long time to come, Ye Cheng wasn't touching chicken drumsticks anymore… and trotters too, for that matter.

Say, do you like the young lady's drumsticks?

Do you like the little dummy's trotters?

Huh?

Aren't you usually a tough cookie?

Why can't you take it now?

Huh?

Eat! Eat! You'll eat and swear off them!!!

Ye Cheng: "…"

By which, of course, he meant actual drumsticks and trotters.

For now, the dispute over Ye Cheng's custody and departure was raging between Shen Qinghan and Lin Baizhi, putting them in a magical clash fit to tear him in half.

The unresolved ownership issue left the entire group stuck, unable to move an inch.

Oh, by the way, the little son was still locked in a standoff with Da Huang.

Finally, a breakthrough emerged!

Lin Tianxiong stepped forward and, under everyone's gaze, spoke: "Xiao Cheng, can you come with me for a moment? I have something to talk to you about."

Ye Cheng instantly perked up, adjusting his belt: "What are you saying, Uncle Lin? Of course—oh, Uncle Lin, can you carry me on your back? I'm feeling a bit queasy right now."

Lin Tianxiong: "…"

Thus, amidst a strange and uneasy gaze from everyone, Lin Tianxiong and Ye Cheng exited the restaurant, leaving ahead of the others.

Lin Baizhi was about to throw a few more sarcastic remarks at Shen Qinghan when she saw her own father make a move, successfully taking away the older brother she’d been yearning for. She quickly stopped herself.

She made a funny face at the eldest daughter and then hurried outside to follow them.

Shen Qinghan: “…”

Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes, about to go after them, but Shen Ming quickly grabbed her, shaking his head slightly.

“Hanhan, Xiaocheng has some things he needs to deal with right now. Give him some time, okay? Dad will help you.”

Shen Ming’s tone was firm, and Shen Qinghan withdrew her gaze, stopping herself from chasing after them.

It wasn’t just Shen Ming whose expression had turned serious; even Tang’s mother nearby could no longer manage a smile. They had all noticed Ye Cheng’s address to Lin Tianxiong… “Uncle Lin.”

Ye Cheng didn’t address others like that. For everyone else, it was consistently a straightforward “Brother Doudou.”

Shen Ming: “…”

It could have been “Lin Shu,” “Brother Tianxiong,” or “Uncle,” but this “Uncle Lin” specifically… carried quite a bit of weight. It was a clear and loud signal of a close relationship.

On top of that, Shen Ming noticed that Da Huang seemed to be inseparable from Ye Cheng, yet here Da Huang was with Lin Tianxiong…

Hiss… this was going to be tough.

Shen Ming frowned, already calculating ways to intervene and help his daughter…

Nearby, Tang’s mother was dragging her own ostrich-like eldest daughter, rambling on and on.

“Honey, let’s just stop competing. If you really can’t get married or anything, then when you reach the right age, just go adopt a child. We’ll raise it as our own, a real family member. How about that, huh?”

Tang Yuyao: “???”