Double Flower Red Rod of Dahai City Uses "Forbidden Technique" Again, The Young Miss Overslept

The next day.

The sun was shining brightly—perfect weather for either going to school or sleeping in. Unfortunately, you couldn’t have both. Right on time, Ye Cheng’s phone started blasting the "Great Compassion Mantra" in full 3D surround sound.

Bang!

Without even looking, Ye Cheng accurately swiped to turn off the alarm on his phone. Still lying face-down on the bed, he executed a perfect "salted fish flip."

"Mmm… Ugh, oh, AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Ye Cheng stretched like a dragon arching its spine, his joints cracking like firecrackers. Downstairs, a guy brushing his teeth in the morning heard the commotion and nearly jumped out of his skin, accidentally swallowing a mouthful of toothpaste foam in shock.

The guy downstairs: "..."

Who the hell keeps such a loud pet in an apartment complex?

Cursing under his breath, the guy wasn’t the only "victim." The same went for the dorm next to Ye Cheng’s. Despite the school’s solid construction and decent soundproofing, Ye Cheng’s howling was just too damn loud to ignore.

"Another beautiful day. I wonder if the young mistress is coming to class today."

Ye Cheng got up and started getting ready, brushing his teeth while mulling over Shen Qinghan’s situation. After last night’s… ventilation, surely she couldn’t still be mad, right?

If she was, he’d probably have to go see her in person. If his meal ticket ran off, who was he supposed to mooch off of next?

What was that saying again? It’s easy to go from frugal to lavish, but hard to go back. Ye Cheng had barely enjoyed a couple of days of the high life as a lackey before it was snatched away. Honestly, this was worse than death.

Without Shen Qinghan, he couldn’t think of anyone else who’d make such a perfect meal ticket… Well, maybe that alcoholic quack doctor?

Gurgle.

Ye Cheng took a sip of water, swished it around in his mouth, and pondered yesterday’s events.

Sure, it wasn’t his first kiss, but he was still a pure young man, damn it! Getting taken advantage of without getting anything in return just didn’t sit right. He needed to find a way to milk this for all it was worth.

Especially after yesterday, when Tang Yuyao had held a knife to his throat and forced him to listen to her tragic backstory. Turns out, she used to be a young mistress too, but after some family drama, she’d struck out on her own.

Sounded like the plot of some inspirational drama. Next thing you know, her family would send goons after her, or some fiancé would show up demanding she come back—just like in those TV shows.

But ever since coming to this elite academy, Ye Cheng had realized how much of that TV nonsense was pure fantasy. Innocent young mistress? Bullshit. These girls knew way more than he did—hell, they could probably teach him a thing or two. The dreams of basement-dwelling otaku about taking advantage of naive rich girls were shattered before they even began.

Even if by some miracle an actual clueless young mistress stumbled into your path, chances were the bodyguards lurking in the shadows would take notes, and one dark and stormy night, you’d end up chopped into mincemeat.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

A sudden scream erupted from downstairs.

Gulp.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Mid-"fountain performance" with his mouthwash, Ye Cheng was so startled by the guy’s outburst that he accidentally swallowed the whole mouthful. Now, his stomach acid was probably having a passionate, intimate chemical reaction with the minty freshness.

Silently, Ye Cheng set down his cup, leaned over the balcony railing, and started furiously gagging himself. After a solid minute of dry heaving, nothing came up.

"Damn it!"

"Hey, asshole downstairs! Got no manners, screaming like a banshee this early?!"

Furious, Ye Cheng slammed his stuff down and started hurling insults. The guy downstairs wasn’t about to take it lying down either, firing back with his own verbal barrage. Before long, the male dorm was alive with the sweet melodies of a morning shouting match.

At first, it was civilized—if you could call it that. The guy clearly came from a sheltered rich family, his insults weak and repetitive. But Ye Cheng? Oh, he had experience. He launched a saturation bombing of insults, using "mom" as the epicenter and the family tree as the blast radius.

By the time he finished his smooth combo, the guy downstairs had been verbally obliterated into silence. He’d met tough opponents before, but none as ruthless as Ye Cheng.

"Do you even know who I am?! How dare you talk to me like that!"

The guy’s voice was shrill with rage, clearly out of ammo and resorting to pulling rank. The academy took this kind of behavior very seriously—no bad influences allowed to corrupt the elite student body.

But Ye Cheng? The man was a veteran schemer.

He’d already anticipated every possible scenario and had his phone recording the whole exchange, neatly capturing the other guy’s rule-breaking outburst.

Insults? Fine. Worst case, he’d get fined—but the bill would go straight to the student’s family or corporation. For Ye Cheng? Total immunity.

Laughable!

A fine?

You gotta have money to pay a fine, dumbass!

Ye Cheng wore his "disadvantaged" status like a badge of honor. If anyone tried to pressure him, he’d just start a social media campaign. The content was already planned: "We’re All Struggling to Survive," "The Cries of a Baby Are the True Soundtrack of This Tower," "The Poor Are the Ones Who Truly Know Joy…"

Then he’d throw in some "Weak Water Three Thousand" aesthetic for good measure.

Let the magic war begin. See who flinched first. Ye Cheng was the living embodiment of "those with nothing fear nothing." Sure, he acted like a complete gremlin most of the time, but he always knew exactly how far he could push things.

Pissing off the Dongfang Family’s young mistress or that black-hearted heiress? Suicide. Those women were practically royalty in Great Sea City. Try pulling any tricks, and they’d drop the hammer so fast his head would spin.

No, Ye Cheng reserved his bullying for the academy’s ordinary rich kids. In his words: "Just a bunch of dumb young masters. If I don’t mess with them now, when will I ever get the chance again?"

"Who you are means jack to me. What, gonna deal with me? Oh no, I’m so scared…"

Ye Cheng showed no intention of cooling down. Instead, he continued to provoke the unlucky classmate downstairs, who had already turned red-faced and swollen like a "pig's head." Unsurprisingly, the guy took the bait instantly, completely oblivious to the possibility of being set up—his brain was as smooth as polished marble.

"I'm the only son of Li Corporation, Li Yong! Everyone in the streets calls me Yong-ge! Do you know who my father is? Li Erhe! Do you even realize who you’re messing with today? Let me tell you—"

Li Yong’s voice roared from below, his words already descending into incoherence, jumping from one threat to another without logic. Not only did he spill his entire background, but he also threatened to "teach Ye Cheng a lesson he’d never forget."

Under Ye Cheng’s deliberate prodding, every word Li Yong uttered managed to step right over the line.

After a few minutes, the shouting from the red-faced "pig’s head" downstairs finally stopped, though heavy panting could still be heard. Li Yong coughed a few times—his throat was dry from all the yelling. After his long-winded "self-introduction," he realized Ye Cheng hadn’t made a single sound in response.

Was this guy scared speechless?

Li Corporation might not have the same influence as the Du or Dongfang Families in Great Sea City, but they were still part of the top tier. Aside from a few untouchable "hard stones," everyone else in the academy was just a soft target.

What counted as a "hard stone"?

For example, his estranged half-sister, who had run away from home years ago to serve as a "maid" to the Dongfang Family’s young mistress, Dongfang Zhixia. The Dongfang young mistress was undoubtedly the hardest stone in the academy—cross her, and no one could save you.

Dangerous figures like Dongfang Zhixia numbered fewer than five in the entire academy. There was no way he’d be unlucky enough to run into one of them, right?

Wait, no—as far as he remembered, all those terrifying figures were women. Could the guy upstairs be some kept man or lover of one of them?

Surely his luck wasn’t that bad?

Li Yong, true to his name, was bold—but only to a point. He wasn’t stupid. After his outburst, he realized he might have just broken academy rules.

Officially, the academy treated all students as equals, with no hierarchy. Of course, that was just for show—no one dared to challenge the real powers. The truly dangerous ones kept a low profile anyway.

Take the young master of the Shen Family, for example—so low-key that despite owning a private villa on campus, he chose to live in a regular student apartment. That was what "keeping a low profile" looked like.

Li Yong’s attempts at "low profile" had failed miserably. He’d once begged his father for a private villa on campus—if nothing else, it would’ve been a major flex—but instead, he nearly got beaten to death.

"Worthless brat! Do you even know how much your old man weighs?! A villa?! I’ll give you a villa! I’ll give you a villa!!!"

Yep. Those were the exact words of Li Yong’s father, Li Erhe. The increasing intensity of the last few sentences coincided with the sound of a belt striking flesh. After that, Li Yong never brought up the villa idea again and obediently moved into the student dorms.

Great Sea City Noble Academy’s board was controlled by the city’s major families, including the Dongfang and Du Families. Only those with board seats had the privilege of building private villas on campus. What right did a small-time family like the Li Family have?

After a long silence from Ye Cheng, Li Yong grew uneasy. Finally, Ye Cheng spoke.

"Do you know who I am?" Ye Cheng sneered.

Li Yong gulped. Sweat beaded on his forehead. No way. There was no way his luck was this terrible.

Before the semester started, his father had warned him not to cause trouble—or else. He’d meant to keep his temper in check, but Ye Cheng’s provocations were just too much.

"W-Who are you…?" Li Yong stammered. The sheer confidence in Ye Cheng’s voice made his sweat multiply.

"People in the streets call me Cheng-ge. As for you, this ‘Yong-ge’—never heard of you. Which gang do you run with?"

Ye Cheng’s tone was unnervingly self-assured, even turning the question back on Li Yong. Li Yong’s heart sank. Holy shit, had he really kicked a hornet’s nest? Who the hell was this "Cheng-ge"?

Li Yong frantically searched his memory for any mention of "Cheng-ge," but nothing came up—except for another Cheng-ge he’d heard of, a guy who was tough enough to take multiple stab wounds without a sound.

"West Road 23, Great Sea City… Double Flower Red Staff. This title has been mine for nearly twenty years. I wanted to live among you as an ordinary man, but today, you forced my hand. Fine. Let me show you why the name ‘Cheng-ge’ isn’t just for show!"

Li Yong’s head spun at the barrage of titles. He was completely cowed. Had he really messed with the wrong guy?

Before he could even muster an apology, Ye Cheng suddenly roared, slammed a hand on the balcony railing, and—in one fluid motion—leaped out, catching the outer ledge with one hand and dangling from the balcony. His other hand pointed straight at Li Yong, who stood frozen in shock.

Li Yong had never seen anything like it. After spouting a bunch of incomprehensible gangster talk, this guy had just vaulted over like some kind of action hero.

Since it was early morning, Ye Cheng was still in his sleepwear—just a pair of shorts, his bare torso on full display. The effect was beyond explosive. Bulging biceps, perfectly chiseled eight-pack abs, a defined V-cut, shark-line muscles—every contour of his physique was illuminated by the morning sun.

The visual impact of his muscular definition was at its peak. Not only was Li Yong stunned, but the students passing below also stopped in their tracks, staring up in awe.

"Holy shit, is this guy even human?"

"One-handed ledge hang? No way—he’s like a superhero!"

"Ahhh! So handsome!!!"

"Oh no, he’s exactly my type… I can’t take it… slurp slurp…"

Comments flew from both guys and girls—the young masters looked on in admiration, while the young misses swooned, hearts practically floating out of their eyes.

Ye Cheng hung there with effortless cool, one hand gripping the ledge, the other still pointing at the petrified Li Yong.

"Yong-ge, was it? Come on up. If you’re a real man, you won’t run."

After speaking, Ye Cheng used his other hand to grip the outer wall in the same manner, flipped over, and landed back inside his dorm room in a move so dramatic it could only be described as "movie protagonist showing off." The crowd below erupted into screams—both guys and girls alike.

"Damn, he actually pulled it off!"

"Holy shit, since when did our school have someone this insane? Is this for real?"

"Am I imagining things, or does this guy look familiar? Wasn’t he the one who said he’d be the Student Council President’s dog the other day?"

"Hey, big bro, look at me—I’ll take care of you!"

"Who even are you to call him ‘big bro’? Disgusting, ugh… Hey, little bro, look at me—big sis will take care of you!"

The crowd: "……"

……

Dongfang Family Villa.

The little secretary groggily sat up, rubbing her eyes, and blinked in confusion at the sight of her young mistress still asleep.

"No way the young lady is sleeping in? Must still be dreaming… Perfect, I can go back to sleep too, hehe…"

False alarm.

Mumbling to herself, she flopped back down, wrapping her soft, warm body around her mistress and drifting off again—completely oblivious to the fact that the young lady’s face was burning red, all the way to the tips of her ears, as she whimpered something unintelligible under her breath…

"You… dare… mmm…"

Meanwhile.

The campus confession page blew up with a rapidly trending post, instantly overtaking the second-most popular topic.

[SHOCKING] This guy actually did THIS first thing in the morning…

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