Click, click.
"Alright, done!"
Ye Cheng looked at his "masterpiece" before him, his lips curling into a smug grin.
That's right.
Ye Cheng had just posted the little black dress shoes he'd... well, "found" in an abandoned factory—originally belonging to Dongfang Zhixia—on the school's online forum.
The price tag? A very auspicious 666.
Ye Cheng felt he was being downright ruthless.
Selling a single shoe for 666? He was practically a business prodigy!
What Ye Cheng didn’t know was that the shoes in their academy were all custom-made, worth far more than 666. The sole alone cost more than that.
And these weren’t just any shoes—they’d been "enchanted" by the Student Council President herself.
For the right buyer, adding a few extra zeros to the price wouldn’t be an issue.
It didn’t take long for comments to flood in after Ye Cheng posted.
"666, shoes allegedly worn by the President?"
"Seriously, dude? This scam is so lame."
"Only an idiot would fall for this. Definitely fake."
"Not even pretending anymore. How would the President’s shoes end up in your hands?"
Ye Cheng read the comments with amusement, completely unbothered.
He was used to this. In fact, if he didn’t get trolled a few times a day, he’d feel oddly restless.
He was starting to suspect he had some kind of weird kink.
These commenters clearly weren’t his target audience. He just had to wait patiently, and eventually...
Huh?
Ye Cheng’s eyes widened as he stared at the bidding notifications popping up on his phone.
"User 47398 has placed a bid!"
"User 23456 raised the price to 888!"
"User 34789 raised it to 999!"
"User..."
In less than a minute, the price had skyrocketed to 2,000 yuan—and was still climbing at a terrifying rate. Ye Cheng was stunned.
The most ridiculous part? Every single bidder was one of the people who’d just mocked him in the comments.
"Talk about tsundere," Ye Cheng muttered.
Rich kids’ money was just too easy to take.
And it wasn’t just guys bidding—there were girls too.
What the hell were they planning to do with the shoe? He couldn’t even guess.
Not his problem, though.
"The shoe was just lying there, looked abandoned."
"Dunno, seemed pretty so I picked it up."
"Waste not, right?"
"Just a country bumpkin here, don’t know any better."
"Take it up with my disclaimer."
To cover his tracks, Ye Cheng had prepared a disclaimer the moment he "found" the shoe.
Even if Dongfang Zhixia caught him, the worst she’d do was kick his ass.
And getting kicked for 666 yuan? That was the deal of the century.
Still, Ye Cheng had standards.
He automatically ignored the male bidders, selling only to the female students with... questionable intentions.
That way, if the President ever caught him, at least he wouldn’t die too horribly.
He was just a humble guy who liked picking up discarded treasures. What evil could possibly be in his heart?
Half an hour later, the battle concluded.
18,888—an extremely auspicious number.
At this point, no one dared to bid higher.
The winner was an account with a black profile picture, seemingly brand-new, with no visible gender or details. Just to be safe, Ye Cheng sent a private message.
Looking at the bidding history, this buyer had consistently bid way above the competition.
While others were stuck at 6,666, this person had jumped straight to 10,000, setting a new benchmark.
A true money god.
Ye Cheng: "Hey, mind sharing your gender?"
Buyer: "No."
Ye Cheng: "Then no sale."
Buyer: "..."
Buyer: "Male."
Ye Cheng: "Not selling."
Buyer: "???"
Meanwhile...
Inside the academy’s luxurious private villa, marked with the characters "Dongfang"...
"Young Mistress, he seems to be messing with us."
The secretary stared at the chat log in silence.
Dongfang Zhixia’s chest heaved. "Why are you looking at me? He’s messing with you!"
Secretary: "..."
"Useless! Can’t even handle something this simple. Move, I’ll do it myself!"
Dongfang Zhixia scoffed, shooting her secretary a disappointed glare.
The secretary shrank back like a frightened quail, too scared to argue.
Buyer: "Why won’t you sell?"
Ye Cheng: "I’m afraid you’ll use the shoe for something weird."
Buyer: "..."
Buyer: "Since when does a shoe seller care about that?"
Ye Cheng: "Bro, the fact that you’d say that tells me you are planning something weird. Sorry, no sale."
Buyer: "???"
The next message bounced back with a red exclamation mark.
Blocked.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Visibly flushed with anger, her upbringing prevented her from cursing outright.
After a long pause, she finally managed to grit out:
"You bastard, just you wait!"
"Young Mistress, should we keep bidding?" the trembling secretary ventured cautiously.
"Obviously!"
At this point, who ended up with the shoe didn’t matter. What mattered was luring Ye Cheng out.
So she could... thoroughly humiliate him!
Only then would her fury be appeased.
Late that night, Ye Cheng finally closed the deal.
He’d chosen the perfect buyer—an adorable fangirl of Dongfang Zhixia. When he’d asked for a photo to verify her identity, she’d sent one immediately.
They agreed to meet in person for the exchange—cash for goods.
The girl seemed impatient, pushing to meet that very night, but Ye Cheng refused, citing "early to bed, early to rise."
They settled on the next evening, when there’d be fewer people around.
Ye Cheng turned off his phone and got ready for bed.
"Scary lesbians."
The night passed without incident, and morning arrived.
The academy’s classrooms were spacious, a far cry from the schools Ye Cheng had attended before.
But then again, this was an elite institution—of course it was impressive.
On his way to class, Ye Cheng noticed people giving him odd looks, accompanied by hushed whispers.
He ignored them.
Finding his seat—a discreet corner—he sprawled across the desk, ready for a nap.
As the saying went:
"Back row by the window—the throne of kings!"
But before he could doze off, the classroom erupted in gasps and chatter.
"She’s in our class too?!"
"The mafia princess! Just like the rumors—so icy, so cool!"
"Wait, is she hurt? Did she sprain her ankle?"
Ye Cheng grew increasingly uneasy as he listened—something about these descriptions felt eerily familiar, almost like that stunning but inconsiderate girl who had shamelessly washed her feet in the public fountain yesterday.
Surely it was just his imagination, right?
Straightening up, Ye Cheng stole a glance.
Just then, he spotted the girl limping into the classroom, searching for her seat. As if sensing his gaze, she turned her head and locked eyes with him.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Shen Qinghan: "..."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
