The Unexpectedly Unfolding修罗场, The Student Council President's Strange and Powerless Demand

Just moments ago,

Ye Cheng was "righteously disciplined" by Shen Qinghan's iron fist, successfully awakening his conscience. He volunteered to fetch some more vegetables and fruits for the young miss—after all, if his conscience hadn’t been stirred, he would’ve surely been beaten to death. His feet were nearly crushed by the young miss’s stomping. What a heartless young lady! She had no idea how to "cherish tender jade"—why couldn’t she appreciate a gem like him? Just as he was grumbling—thud.

Ye Cheng promptly behaved.

He obediently lined up again to get the young miss another serving of vegetable salad. But as soon as he finished queuing, he turned around and bumped straight into the airheaded little secretary, who came charging at him like a bull.

The little secretary never watched where she was going, too busy drooling over the food behind the counter. Her movements were almost identical to Ye Cheng’s, except she lacked his "built-in radar," unable to predict and dodge obstacles blindly.

She was the type who relied purely on her thick skin—not because she was skilled, but because she apologized faster than anyone else. The moment she bumped into someone, her "apology passive" triggered automatically, her mouth moving quicker than her brain.

That’s how the absurd scene played out: one second she was apologizing, the next she was calling Ye Cheng a jerk before cowardly hiding behind her young miss.

Ye Cheng finally saw the truth.

The president’s dim-witted little secretary was a master at "barking dogs bite hardest"—her skills might even rival his own. Who would’ve thought? She was actually a fellow practitioner, and a senior at that!

"Done staring?"

Dongfang Zhixia’s voice, laced with an inexplicable authority, rang in Ye Cheng’s ears. His previously fierce glare at the little secretary instantly turned innocent.

Damn!

He’d almost forgotten the president was right here!

Ye Cheng plastered on a grin, blinking rapidly as he set the vegetable salad aside. Then, he began dusting Dongfang Zhixia off—starting from her upper body, all the way down.

From her uniform, to her skirt, to her black stockings, to her little leather shoes, and then to her—

Finally, he crouched down, huffed a few breaths onto Dongfang Zhixia’s shoes, and started polishing them with his uniform sleeve.

Ye Cheng’s technique was impeccable—so much so that the shoes squeaked under his ministrations, a sure sign they were spotless.

Only after finishing did he stand back up, grinning obsequiously at the seemingly petrified Dongfang Zhixia, batting his eyes with exaggerated charm.

"Madam President, you’ve worked so hard! Look at all this dust—proof of your tireless dedication to our academy. Forgive my selfishness, but I simply couldn’t bear the thought of something as filthy and lowly as dust clinging to your noble self!"

Ye Cheng delivered the line in an overly dramatic "translation dub" tone, as if he truly believed every word.

Oh, my heavens, just look at—

Dongfang Zhixia’s fists clenched. She was seriously considering punching this bastard twice.

Just now, he’d dared to touch her all over without permission—and worst of all, she’d distinctly felt his hands linger longer on her legs.

Rather than dusting her off, it was more like he’d been copping a feel.

This guy…

Dongfang Zhixia finally snapped, her fist rearing back to strike—but just before it landed, she paused.

A thought seemed to strike her.

Her icy expression melted away, replaced by a "gentle," "affectionate" smile. The punch morphed into her looping her arm around Ye Cheng’s.

"Darling, is this salad for me? Thank you! How did you know I’ve been dieting lately? So thoughtful~"

Dongfang Zhixia clung to Ye Cheng’s arm, showering him with gratitude, leaving the little secretary utterly dumbfounded.

Only Ye Cheng sensed the trap. He whipped his head toward Shen Qinghan’s seat—

Yep.

Shen Qinghan’s calm gaze was fixed in their direction. She’d clearly been watching for a while, having witnessed the entire spectacle.

Ye Cheng’s heart sank.

Oh no, I’ve been framed!

Under Shen Qinghan’s frosty stare, Ye Cheng shuddered like he’d been electrocuted, desperately trying to shake Dongfang Zhixia off.

"Madam President, men and women shouldn’t be so familiar! Stop taking advantage of me—let go, or there’ll be trouble!"

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he babbled, nearly dropping to his knees to beg Dongfang Zhixia for mercy.

Dongfang Zhixia’s smile stiffened, especially when Ye Cheng accused her of taking liberties. Her fists clenched again.

This bastard’s audacity far exceeded her expectations.

"Darling, what are you saying? Didn’t you confess your feelings for me? Have you really fallen for someone else so quickly? ...Darling, do you want to be chopped into mincemeat?"

No matter how Dongfang Zhixia prodded, Ye Cheng refused to play along, nearly breaking free to flee to Shen Qinghan—until those last two words.

Chopped into mincemeat.

Ye Cheng’s eyes instantly cleared. He stopped resisting.

Dongfang Zhixia smiled "sweetly," whispering just loud enough for him to hear:

"Darling, didn’t you sneak into the girls’ dorm this morning? And when I checked the logs from yesterday and the day before… well, darling, you seem to be a repeat offender."

"Darling, by academy rules, you should’ve been expelled by now. But… I suppressed the report. Don’t you think I’ve been very good to you?"

Each "darling" dripped with venom, chilling Ye Cheng to the bone.

Damn, since when did the student council have this much power?

Wake up, classmates! Open your eyes! The student council’s tyranny looms over you all—will you keep kneeling? Will you never rise?

Only resistance, only struggle, can reclaim your rights—only—

"Madam President, from now on, I am your loyal hound!"

Ye Cheng dropped to his knees at lightning speed.

"Are you kidding me? After all that nonsense just now, you expect someone to go up and resist? He's just an ordinary guy, a nobody earning a few thousand a month—why would he risk his life for this?"

Haven’t you heard the saying? The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. The faster you run ahead, the sooner you die, and when it comes time to enjoy the fruits of victory, you won’t even get a share.

"Lackey? I don’t have a habit of keeping dogs, but I am quite interested in making specimens. How about you help me out?"

Dongfang Zhixia arched an eyebrow, her lips curling into a wicked smile as her tone turned sinister.

Ye Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Hahaha, President, you’re really joking around..."

"Darling, do I look like I’m joking? Remember that venomous snake that bit me before?" Dongfang Zhixia wore a "kind and understanding" smile, her words dripping with sweetness as she spoke softly to Ye Cheng.

Gulp.

Ye Cheng swallowed hard, a bad feeling creeping up on him. Still, he ventured to ask, "President… you didn’t turn it into a specimen, did you?"

Dongfang Zhixia smirked, her smile enchanting. "Very clever, darling. So, will you help me?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

His heart sank.

Of course. The President was ruthless—she’d actually turned the snake that bit her into a specimen. Wait… bitten, turned into a specimen… if he remembered correctly, hadn’t he also taken a bite out of Dongfang Zhixia’s ice cream before?

So… did that mean he was next?

NO!!!

The moment Ye Cheng made the connection, his soul nearly fled his body in terror. He quickly swallowed it back down.

"President, from now on, I’ll be your personal plaything. Do whatever you want with me—just spare my miserable life!"

Ye Cheng’s declaration was so outrageous that even Dongfang Zhixia, who had been smirking triumphantly, froze in shock, staring at him in disbelief.

"Miss, what’s a playth—mmph?!"

The clueless voice of her assistant piped up from the side, her eyes full of confusion. But before she could finish, Dongfang Zhixia clamped a hand over her mouth, leaving only muffled noises.

Dongfang Zhixia shot Ye Cheng a glare, then stomped hard on his foot before quickly diverting her assistant’s attention.

"I’m hungry. Go to the third floor and get me something to eat. If you leave within ten seconds, I’ll add a hundred to your allowance."

The assistant’s eyes lit up at the mention of extra money, instantly forgetting whatever strange thing she’d just heard. Excitement replaced confusion as she cheered over her newfound fortune.

"Mhm! You’re the best, Miss!"

She planted a loud kiss on Dongfang Zhixia’s cheek before darting upstairs, humming happily to herself about her hundred bucks.

Once the assistant was safely distracted, Dongfang Zhixia finally exhaled in relief—only to turn a murderous glare on Ye Cheng.

"What nonsense are you spouting? What if that idiot actually remembers it?!" she fumed, her chest rising and falling in agitation.

Her assistant wasn’t the brightest—a hundred bucks could make her day. If she started picking up weird phrases from Ye Cheng and actually retained them… the consequences didn’t bear thinking about.

Ye Cheng blinked with feigned innocence. "Miss, all I meant was that I’m at your disposal. Whatever you say, I’ll do."

"You—!" Dongfang Zhixia was rendered speechless by his shamelessness, her chest heaving as she struggled for words.

Then, after calming her erratic breathing, she glanced at Shen Qinghan in the distance and smirked.

"Fine. Then, darling, come here and hug me."

"Uh… President, isn’t this a bit inappropriate…?" Ye Cheng hesitated, not daring to even look in Shen Qinghan’s direction. He’d have to kneel and explain later.

"Hmm?" Dongfang Zhixia frowned, displeasure lacing her tone.

Bracing himself, Ye Cheng opened his arms and pulled her into an embrace. Instantly, a different kind of softness—unlike Shen Qinghan’s—pressed against him, accompanied by a sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded his senses.

He was going to die.

Dongfang Zhixia’s expression was also slightly stiff, but since she’d given the order, she wouldn’t back down.

She kept her eyes on Shen Qinghan’s reaction, only to find her expression perfectly calm—not even sparing Dongfang Zhixia a glance, her gaze fixed solely on Ye Cheng.

She was being ignored.

Good. Very good. Shen Qinghan, you’re something else, aren’t you? You can even tolerate this?

Well then… let’s see how much more you can take.

"Kiss me," Dongfang Zhixia murmured, her red lips parting as she issued the command, leaving no room for negotiation.

When Ye Cheng didn’t move immediately, her brows knitted in irritation. What was the big deal? It was just a peck on the cheek. She could wash it off later—why was he hesitating?

"You—mmph?!"

Dongfang Zhixia’s eyes widened in shock as she felt the press of lips against hers.