Scrambling away in a panic, Li Yong fled from the student council office, not returning to the classroom but instead sprinting all the way back to the male dormitory.
"Huff..."
Li Yong panted heavily, his face pale from the exertion of his frantic escape, with the word "weak" practically written across his expression. Even after stopping, he couldn’t help but glance back, his face still etched with lingering fear.
This was just ridiculous. Out of all the pushovers at the academy, the one time he decided to stand his ground, he had to run into a freak like Ye Cheng. Not only was he no match for him, but the guy also turned out to be Dongfang Zhixia’s lover. Seriously, was this some kind of cursed luck?
Li Yong suspected that if he played Russian roulette right now, even with just one bullet in the chamber, his chances of "winning" would still be a solid 100%.
At least he’d managed to grovel his way out of it.
"Thank goodness I’m quick-witted. Huff… No, I need to switch dorms ASAP!"
As if struck by a sudden thought, Li Yong’s expression shifted, and he hurriedly rushed into the dormitory. He had to move out fast—otherwise, if Ye Cheng kept "delivering divine justice" every day, how was he supposed to survive?
Li Yong disappeared through the dormitory entrance in a hurry. Not long after, a sleek black car bearing the Shen family insignia slowly pulled up and parked right in front of the male dormitory.
Click.
The door opened, and a black-clad Female Bodyguard stepped out from the driver’s seat, striding straight into the dormitory to negotiate with the Dormitory Aunt.
The Dormitory Aunt had been lounging in her chair, peering through her reading glasses while pondering her next move in mahjong, when the Shen family car suddenly appeared. She blinked, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Squinting and adjusting her glasses, she scrambled up from her chair once she confirmed what she was seeing.
"Knock knock."
"Hello, we need your help locating two individuals," the Female Bodyguard said, presenting prepared documents along with the Shen family’s identification. With these, the Dormitory Aunt could simply verify the details with higher-ups to confirm their authenticity.
Shen Qinghan’s status was undeniably intimidating, but unlike Dongfang Zhixia, she wasn’t flamboyantly high-profile—most people wouldn’t recognize her on sight.
For ordinary students and staff, families like the Shen and Du clans were unfamiliar, so presenting identification was necessary. This ensured efficiency while avoiding unnecessary complications.
These were all protocols a bodyguard had to be well-versed in. Unlike the brainless power fantasies where characters barged in recklessly, prompting everyone to kneel and cry "Oh mighty Dragon King!"—no, Shen Qinghan’s prestige demanded a certain level of decorum. Otherwise, you’d end up with situations like Ye Cheng’s.
Some random "delinquent girl" washing her feet in public, then doubling down with snark, then turning out to be a schemer, and then—
"No need, no need! By the way, is the young master in the car?"
The Dormitory Aunt waved her hand dismissively, speaking in an oddly familiar tone, even addressing Shen Qinghan as "young master," which threw the Female Bodyguard off.
After a brief hesitation, she nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, our young master is looking for two people. If you could—"
"No trouble at all! It’s my duty. This old lady is actually from the Du family too!"
Before the Female Bodyguard could finish, the Dormitory Aunt excitedly rummaged through her room and produced a Du family emblem with a serial number.
The number "99" was engraved on it. The Female Bodyguard’s eyes widened—a member of the Du family’s inner circle!
The lower the number, the higher the status and proximity to the main lineage. Those within the top 1,000 were key figures in the Du family’s operations, influential in society but still unworthy of sitting at the main table during family gatherings. Only the top 100 "elders" had that privilege.
Here, "elders" didn’t necessarily mean age—it referred to rank. The number said it all. In other words, this seemingly ordinary, unremarkable Dormitory Aunt was a core member of the Du family, someone who could dine at the main table during gatherings.
If that was too hard to grasp, just think of it as… utterly terrifying!
Seeing the emblem, the Female Bodyguard’s demeanor instantly grew respectful. The Du family’s hierarchy was strict—traditionally rigid, though slightly more relaxed now, but discipline remained paramount.
"Why would someone of your standing be working here?" the Female Bodyguard asked, baffled.
A top-100 core member of the Du family… doing dormitory work? It made no sense. The Du family paid its subordinates astronomical sums—even this Female Bodyguard’s base salary was five figures, not counting benefits.
The Dormitory Aunt waved her hand, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous grin.
"Ah, an old lady’s got to keep busy. This place is full of young lads—good for the eyes, keeps me young!"
Female Bodyguard: "…"
What a simple, yet strangely logical reason.
The dormitory salary was peanuts. Clearly, this wasn’t about money. So… she was here to ogle handsome boys for longevity?
Noticing the Female Bodyguard’s speechlessness, the Dormitory Aunt coughed and quickly adopted a more "dignified elder" demeanor—or at least tried to salvage her image.
"You’ll understand when you’re my age," she said, shaking her head with an air of "wisdom."
Female Bodyguard: "…"
Ahem. "Anyway, who is the young master looking for? I’ll handle it personally!" The Dormitory Aunt swiftly steered the conversation back before she embarrassed herself further.
The Female Bodyguard nodded, handing over files on Ye Cheng and Li Yong, along with their room numbers.
After skimming Li Yong’s profile, the Dormitory Aunt frowned. "Meh, this one’s average-looking."
Female Bodyguard: "…"
"Uh, Senior…" The Female Bodyguard stood awkwardly, at a loss for words. Realizing her slip, the Dormitory Aunt quickly composed herself and moved on to the next file.
Then, a face that utterly eclipsed Li Yong’s appeared before her. The Dormitory Aunt’s eyes sparkled. "Now this one’s good! Handsome!"
Female Bodyguard: "…"
Ahem. "What I mean is—leave it to me! The young master’s request is in good hands!" The Dormitory Aunt declared with utmost seriousness before leading the way upstairs. Though… she couldn’t shake the feeling she’d seen Ye Cheng’s face somewhere before.
Suddenly, an image flashed through her mind—a bare-chested, muscular young man performing an impromptu "ground dive" a few days ago.
Then it hit her.
"I remember now, girl! I’ve seen this guy before!" The Dormitory Aunt exclaimed in surprise as she led the Female Bodyguard upstairs.
"Uh… Senior, you’re the dorm supervisor here. Isn’t it normal for you to have seen him?" The Female Bodyguard replied uncertainly.
Dormitory Aunt: "…"
Well, that made sense.
"You little brat!"
"What I meant was that this young man is in great shape… ahem, what I’m saying is that he left a special impression on me. He almost got locked out once and always seems to cut it close when returning to the dorm."
The Dormitory Aunt stumbled over her words as she spoke about Ye Cheng, her mind involuntarily replaying his flawless muscle definition and vibrant energy. This was why she took this job—if she could wake up to sights like that every day, who cared if her son was unfilial?
"By the way, why is the Young Miss looking for this guy? Did he offend her somehow?"
The Dormitory Aunt sighed in pity. Such a young man, throwing his life away by provoking the Young Miss? Well, no matter—he could just be more careful in his next life.
The Female Bodyguard hesitated. "The Family Head said… he might be the Young Miss’s boyfriend…"
"Pfft— WHAT?! BOYFRIEND?!"
The Dormitory Aunt nearly spat out blood. Her heart rate skyrocketed past 200, her eyes widening in horror.
So that’s how it was. It wasn’t Ye Cheng who needed to be careful in his next life—it was her!
"Girl, listen—this old granny said nothing, you hear me? No evidence, no witnesses. Once we step out that door, I’m denying everything!"
She put on her most shameless "seasoned schemer" act, outright rejecting reality.
Female Bodyguard: "…"
"Girl, I’m just an old woman trying to get by. You wouldn’t go spreading rumors, would you?"
Female Bodyguard: "…"
"Oh, and girl, you seem like a good kid. I’ve got a grandson—handsome, though a bit young. But age is just a number, right? ‘Older woman, golden treasure,’ as they say! So… about what you just heard…"
Female Bodyguard: "…"
Their back-and-forth continued until they reached Li Yong’s apartment door, which was slightly ajar. Inside, Li Yong was bent over, packing his things in a hurry—ready to bolt.
"This might still work… this one’s practically new… this…"
Completely oblivious to the door creaking open behind him, Li Yong kept muttering over what to take for his escape.
Thud!
A hand landed on Li Yong’s shoulder as the Dormitory Aunt’s voice rang out from behind.
"Girl, this is the ‘mediocre-looking’ one, right?"
She pointed at Li Yong, glancing at the Female Bodyguard for confirmation. The bodyguard nodded. Li Yong’s face twisted in confusion.
Mediocre?!
"Old hag, who the hell are you calling mediocre?!" Li Yong roared.
Two things no man can tolerate: being called impotent, and being labeled "mediocre." Imagine working hard all night, eagerly awaiting praise like "Darling, you’re amazing, I love you!" or "I can’t take it anymore!"—only to hear a flat "Meh." Soul-crushing.
"HYAH!"
The Dormitory Aunt let out a battle cry, punched Li Yong square in the chest, then executed a flawless backflip before striking a Bruce Lee pose. She wiped her nose and pointed at him.
"Who you calling old hag?!"
Li Yong: "???"
What kind of kung fu granny is this?!
Li Yong lay on the floor, clutching his chest in fury. "Do you even know who I am, you old crone? You dare hit me? Do you know who my father is?!"
Getting bullied by Ye Cheng was one thing—he could swallow that, since Ye Cheng was Dongfang Zhixia’s man. But now some random old woman was stepping on him too? Unacceptable!
Hearing this, the Dormitory Aunt quietly dropped her stance… then flopped onto the floor, wailing like a banshee.
"Woe is me! A young man in his twenties, bullying a poor old woman in her sixties! No justice in this world! Aiyoo, my back! Aiyoo, my arm! Aiyoo—!"
Female Bodyguard: "…"
Li Yong: "???"
This is the most obvious setup ever… but damn, she’s got me. No cameras in here.
Realizing he was about to get scammed again, Li Yong scrambled up, fuming, and pulled out his phone to call reinforcements. Revenge was non-negotiable!
"Just you wait, you old hag! I’ll make you regret this!"
Li Yong frantically dialed his lackeys—minor rich kids from school who called him "Big Brother Yong." Meanwhile, the Dormitory Aunt, still sprawled on the floor, calmly called her son.
Ring… ring…
"Hello? Mom, what’s up?"
A middle-aged man’s voice, laced with confusion, answered. He wondered if she was unhappy with the "quality" of boys in this dorm and wanted a transfer.
"Ungrateful brat! Your mother’s about to be beaten to death! Sniffle… No one cares about me anymore! Some thug’s harassing me! Aiyoo, my waist! Aiyoo, my hand! Aiyoo, my head! Aiyoo—!"
Middle-aged man: "???"
His face paled, sweat beading on his thinning hair as he leaped from his office chair, grabbing his coat in a panic.
SLAM!
The office door shut behind him. On it hung a golden plaque: "PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE."
Perfectly normal. Just an ordinary, unremarkable Dormitory Aunt… with a son who happened to be the university president.
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Student Council President’s Office.
BANG!
"Slander! This is blatant, shameless slander!"
Ye Cheng slammed the desk, his face a portrait of outrage. He wanted to strangle the gossipmonger who’d written that post. Those vultures had sunk to new lows.
All he did was lean on a balcony for a bit—nothing extreme. Yet those parasites twisted it into a "suicide attempt over heartbreak," claiming he was "rejected by the Council President" and "too devastated to live."
Screw this. When I find you, I’ll turn you into bear-shaped biscuits.
Dongfang Zhixia’s voice was ice. "Done? Good. Pack your things. You’re fired."
Thud!
Ye Cheng slid across the floor on his knees, latching onto Dongfang Zhixia’s black thigh-highs as he burst into theatrical sobs.
"President Dongfang, wuwuwu... no way, wuwuwu..."
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
"Wuwuwu, President Dongfang, you can't do this... you can't just act like nothing happened after lifting your skirt, wuwuwu..."
Dongfang Zhixia: "???"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
