The Infirmary.
"It's alright, Dr. Tang. The innocent have nothing to fear—let’s just ignore all those rumors." Ye Cheng crouched beside Tang Yuyao, patting her shoulder reassuringly.
"Waaah… How can you say something so heartless? This is all your fault! My reputation is ruined, waaah…"
Tang Yuyao looked utterly devastated, tears dripping onto her glasses, blurring her vision.
Helpless, she took off her gold-rimmed glasses, wiped them clean, and once the fog cleared, resumed crying.
Somehow, it was oddly amusing.
Meanwhile, Ye Cheng wore the relieved expression of someone who’d narrowly escaped disaster.
"Phew, good thing they don’t know who I am."
Tang Yuyao: "???"
She had just stopped crying, but Ye Cheng’s words broke her all over again. Tears gushed out instantly.
"You jerk!"
"Waaah…"
Ye Cheng checked the time—just three to five minutes left before class. If he ran now, he could still make it.
"Dr. Tang, take your time crying. I gotta go—class is about to start. Latecomers lose credits, you know…"
Completely oblivious to Tang Yuyao’s glare, he stood up to leave.
The moment he rose, Tang Yuyao—eyes red and puffy—sprang up too. With a sudden burst of energy, she tackled him to the ground.
And bit him!
Ye Cheng: "…"
"AAAAHHH!!!"
……
Ding-dong!
The class bell rang. Just before the teacher entered, Ye Cheng dashed inside.
"Whew, that was close. Almost late."
The classmate he’d blocked at the door: "…"
Wiping sweat from his forehead, Ye Cheng cheerfully carried a pineapple-flavored drink and an ice cream—snagged from Tang Yuyao—back to his seat in the last row.
He placed both items on Shen Qinghan’s desk.
"Miss Shen, I picked these up on my way back. Hope they suit your taste?"
On the way back?
Shen Qinghan recalled Ye Cheng sprinting across the campus earlier. Nothing about that looked like a detour.
Still, she didn’t call him out.
Seeing the treats, most of her irritation faded. She’d thought Ye Cheng was avoiding her, but he’d actually gone to get her something.
She wasn’t sure how he’d guessed she was thirsty, but at this point, it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that it worked. Though the young mistress’s face remained as cold and expressionless as ever, Ye Cheng could sense her mood lifting.
To make it easier for her, he even thoughtfully unscrewed the bottle cap.
Bubbles slowly rose, reaching the rim before gently settling back down.
Not wanting to make her feel awkward, Ye Cheng returned to his seat after delivering the goods and resumed performing "surgery" on his eraser.
Soon, the sound of the "eraser’s screams" reached Shen Qinghan’s ears again.
After drinking, the discomfort in her throat vanished, replaced by a refreshing coolness. Her gaze shifted to the ice cream on her desk.
Chocolate-flavored—her favorite.
She unwrapped it and took a bite.
From an angle Ye Cheng couldn’t see, the faintest smile tugged at Shen Qinghan’s lips.
Looking out the window again, the scenery somehow seemed more pleasing. Her mood had clearly improved.
……
Noon.
The classroom was empty—everyone else had left for lunch—except for Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan, locked in a staring contest.
"Miss Shen, aren’t we going to eat?" Ye Cheng blinked rapidly, eyes pleading.
Shen Qinghan didn’t answer, just kept staring.
"Are you cold?" she finally asked.
"Yeah, the AC’s too strong in here. Freezing."
He wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck—twice.
Shen Qinghan silently observed the sweat beading on his forehead.
"Take it off."
"Huh? Oh, this? Wow, Miss Shen, you’ve got great taste!" Ye Cheng gave her a thumbs-up, then removed his school badge and handed it to her.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
"I meant the scarf," she said flatly.
"The scarf? Haha, well, I’m kinda cold, so maybe let’s skip that?"
Ye Cheng’s words were tripping over themselves.
More sweat formed—partly from heat, partly from fear.
Damn it. Wearing a scarf in the middle of summer, with temperatures over 40°C? Only he’d do something this ridiculous.
And this scarf? Stolen straight from the infirmary.
He couldn’t take it off now—it was covered in Tang Yuyao’s "evidence."
One thing was certain: if Shen Qinghan saw those marks, she wouldn’t be happy.
Shen Qinghan stared at him, silent and unreadable.
The pressure grew unbearable. Finally, Ye Cheng caved and removed the scarf.
Shen Qinghan narrowed her eyes.
"What is this?"
"Oh, this? Just cooling patches. Super refreshing when you stick them on your skin," Ye Cheng explained.
Indeed, he had a second layer of defense—rows of cooling patches plastered over his neck and shoulders.
Shen Qinghan said coolly, "But you just said you were cold."
"Haha, yeah, with so many patches, it’s a bit chilly. Hence the scarf, haha…"
"Peel them off."
Ye Cheng: "…"
"Uh, I don’t think that’s necessary…"
Seeing his resistance, Shen Qinghan didn’t waste words. She reached out and yanked one off.
"YAMEROOOO—!" Ye Cheng howled.
Underneath the patch was a clear, unmistakable bite mark.
Shen Qinghan’s pupils trembled.
"Who did this?!"
Unconsciously, her voice carried a sharp edge—one even she didn’t notice.
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g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
