Cafeteria, third floor.
Dongfang Zhixia and her assistant had already vanished, leaving only Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan behind.
"Young Mistress, you mustn’t take that wicked woman’s words to heart—she was just trying to drive a wedge between us!" Ye Cheng lamented with exaggerated distress, condemning Dongfang Zhixia’s earlier behavior.
"So, you’re saying it wasn’t you who confessed your love during the freshman opening ceremony?" Shen Qinghan nodded calmly before asking, her expression unreadable.
Beads of sweat formed on Ye Cheng’s forehead. "That was just a joke between us! Kids messing around, you know?"
Shen Qinghan remained silent, as if weighing his words, then gave a slight nod. Ye Cheng exhaled in relief.
Phew. Dodged a bullet.
"Then, does that mean the black shoe in your backpack before wasn’t Dongfang Zhixia’s?" Shen Qinghan’s question instantly yanked Ye Cheng from heaven straight into hell.
Ye Cheng’s brain kicked into overdrive—every neuron firing, every circuit scrambling for an answer.
After cycling through possible responses, his brain short-circuited, opting for self-destruction by replaying mind-numbing, dopamine-fueled short videos.
Ah~
Slippery… what is this?
This is a brain.
The cerebellum took over while the cerebrum smoothed out its wrinkles.
Cerebellum: So, it’s my turn? The azure beast slumbering within awakens!
After three agonizing seconds of deliberation, the cerebellum delivered its verdict—here’s your lifeline, kid. The secret to survival lies within!
Full offense!!!
Ye Cheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reopened them with newfound determination.
"I saw it lying on the ground, so I picked it up!" he declared, utterly shameless.
Slap!
…
Noon.
On the way back to the classroom, Ye Cheng’s cheeks were "rosy," carrying the icy-hearted Young Mistress on his back.
The rosy flush suited him, reminding him of his childhood days standing at the school gate in winter as a Young Pioneer, inspecting students’ red scarves… courtesy of Shen Qinghan’s slap.
"Young Mistress, you’re such a stickler for details."
Ye Cheng’s words slurred slightly, his tongue still thick from the cafeteria incident. Choosing to let his cerebellum take the wheel had thoroughly enraged Shen Qinghan.
Faced with the choice between death and a slightly more dignified death, Ye Cheng had chosen to dig his own grave.
Zhao Zilong charged through enemy lines seven times with unshakable courage—Ye Cheng, letting his cerebellum lead, embodied Zhao Zilong in spirit.
Shen Qinghan scoffed but said nothing, silently tightening the scarf around Ye Cheng’s neck into another knot. At this point, it wasn’t a scarf—it was a noose.
One wrong move, and she’d add another.
The suffocating pressure coiled around Ye Cheng’s neck like a python, growing tighter by the second.
He felt like a donkey grinding grain—exhausted, overworked, and still subjected to the Young Mistress’s relentless whipping and exploitation. He was barely holding on.
But whenever he reached his limit, the soft warmth pressed against his back triggered a survival mechanism, pushing him forward.
No wonder donkeys were tempted with a carrot they could never reach—zero cost, maximum productivity.
The sweltering heat, combined with Ye Cheng’s winter-ready attire, made even the lightly dressed Shen Qinghan uncomfortable.
Her white dress shirt clung faintly with sweat.
Her delicate face remained stern, but the strands of hair sticking to her temples betrayed her discomfort.
Shifting slightly to adjust her position, she inadvertently caused Ye Cheng to speed up. Shen Qinghan blinked, realization dawning, then flushed and went still.
Ye Cheng, now with an even bigger "carrot" dangling before him, tapped into boundless energy. His passive skill, "Lightning Steps," cut their usual ten-minute walk to under five.
Back in the classroom, cool air greeted them.
"Come on, Young Mistress, let’s enjoy this properly."
Ye Cheng carried Shen Qinghan to their seats at the back, then—bundled up like a bear—adjusted the fan blades to direct the breeze at them.
Cool gusts swept over them, easing the tension in Shen Qinghan’s brows.
"Disgusting." Her face remained expressionless as she stomped on Ye Cheng’s foot.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Despite the relief, Shen Qinghan’s irritation lingered. After a brief respite, she turned away, burying herself in a book and ignoring him.
Soon, she set the book down, pivoted back, and glared at Ye Cheng—now hogging all the airflow—with icy fury.
Ye Cheng blinked innocently. "What’s wrong, Young Mistress?"
Slap!
By afternoon classes, Ye Cheng’s cheeks were even rosier, adorned with the faint imprint of a delicate hand.
Unfazed, he spent the afternoon performing "surgery" on his eraser until the final bell.
Ding-dong!
Most students had already left, but Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan remained in the back.
Ye Cheng blinked.
"Young Mistress, school’s over."
Shen Qinghan pretended not to hear, leisurely packing her belongings before scanning the room for something.
"Young Mistress, looking for this?"
Ye Cheng held up the discarded "First Step to Courage."
Shen Qinghan extended a hand wordlessly for her cane—without it, she’d struggle to return.
Just as her fingers brushed it, Ye Cheng "slipped."
"Oops, dropped it."
Clatter. The cane hit the floor. Then came the "accident."
Wind-up… and kick!
Bang!
The cane skidded halfway across the room before vanishing from sight.
"Uh-oh, Young Mistress, your First Step to Courage seems to have fled. But fear not! You’ve got me—a reliable, trustworthy man!" Ye Cheng thumped his chest proudly.
Shen Qinghan: "…"
…
Outside the girls’ dorm.
"See you tomorrow, Young Mistress! Rest well, mwah~"
Ye Cheng waved enthusiastically, blowing exaggerated kisses as Shen Qinghan ascended the steps without a backward glance, her cane tapping rhythmically.
Only once she disappeared did Ye Cheng’s smile fade, replaced by a polite, hollow grin.
If one looked closely, they would notice two more delicate handprints on Ye Cheng's face.
"Dear Dr. Tang, we really need to have a serious talk about today's compensation issue!" The "polite" smile on Ye Cheng's face twisted into the "deranged Longtu" expression, veins bulging as he gritted his teeth.
Without wasting a second, Ye Cheng sped toward the infirmary in his "lightning-fast" stride.
As the mastermind behind his miserable day, Tang Yuyao was someone Ye Cheng absolutely couldn’t let off the hook so easily—she had to make it up to him!
What? You say you don’t have money?
Then pay with something else!!!
Upstairs.
At the corner of the hallway, Shen Qinghan peeked out with just half her figure visible, watching Ye Cheng leave before finally withdrawing her gaze.
Tap, tap, tap…
Leaning on her cane, Shen Qinghan walked back to her apartment, returning to the solitary state she was so accustomed to. Yet today, for some reason, the loneliness felt unusually intense.
Perhaps it was because a certain annoying presence was missing by her side?
The incident in the cafeteria today hadn’t left Shen Qinghan as composed as she appeared—at least not after Dongfang Zhixia kissed Ye Cheng’s forehead.
Shen Qinghan wasn’t one to fight for things. That was just her nature. What belonged to her would always be hers; no one could take it. And what wasn’t hers? She couldn’t care less.
She didn’t covet what others had.
Back in her apartment.
Click. Shen Qinghan turned on the lights, and the first thing that caught her eye was a rabbit plushie sitting in the most conspicuous spot, cigarette in mouth.
She stared at the plushie in silence, as if lost in thought.
Then, taking two steps forward, she hugged it tightly.
She didn’t want what belonged to others—but the problem was… this thing was originally hers. Why should she let someone else take it?
Her restless heart gradually settled. She pulled out her phone.
Beep, beep, beep…
"Young Mistress!"
"I want Dongfang Zhixia’s records."
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e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
