First of all, Ye Cheng hated all multiple-choice questions in the world, especially single-choice ones. His favorite had to be multiple-answer questions—where you’d get two points for each correct option, meaning there was room for error.
In the gaokao battlefield, where a single point could separate you from thousands, even tens of thousands of competitors, this meant you could effortlessly leave behind countless rivals and successfully cross that narrow, precarious bridge.
Crossing that bridge meant a glorious life was waving at you—landing a good job, earning a high salary, marrying a beautiful and wealthy woman, and so on…
And all of this stemmed from a tiny decision you made during the gaokao. Oh, glorious multiple-choice questions, I shall forever follow you, be your loyal servant…
Of course, all of the above was complete nonsense. The truth was, if you sucked, you sucked. If you were bad, you just had to practice more. None of those fantasies would ever come true. Reality was graduating from university, hunting for a job, and ending up with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan—barely enough to cover rent and utilities, leaving you with less than 100 yuan to survive on, fantasizing about choking on a cheap meal before reality smacked you in the face.
Wake up, kid. You’re just an ordinary person. Even if you crossed that so-called "single-plank bridge," what awaited you were countless more bridges just like it.
Don’t get cocky just because you cleared life’s "story mode." What awaited you next was a brutal beatdown from "Society Daddy," until you were reduced to a mindless drone whose vocabulary consisted solely of "Got it" and whose brain was only good for obsessing over discount meal deals.
What seemed like multiple choices was, in reality, a single choice.
Even without any system prompts or options popping up, Ye Cheng had already made his decision.
No way was he joking around now. The young mistress had that deadly serious look on her face—if he dared hesitate even for a second, he might as well kiss any chance of forgiveness goodbye.
This was where Ye Cheng’s ridiculously overpowered passive skill, "Killing Intent Detection," came into play.
He always sensed danger before disaster struck. Like that time he was sleeping, completely out of it, yet somehow woke up before Dongfang Zhixia even had a chance to rouse him.
An absolutely broken passive skill. Ye Cheng liked to call it "The Tears of the Poor."
This wasn’t something he was born with. No, it was honed in that hellhole of an orphanage. Not all the kids there were adorable "little angels." When it came to the debate of whether human nature was inherently good or evil, Ye Cheng leaned heavily toward the latter.
Back in the day, Ye Cheng had swindled the less clever kids out of their food, though his conscience eventually got the better of him. So, he switched targets to the greedy ones who hoarded more than their share. This time, his conscience stayed quiet.
All in all, poverty hadn’t just given Ye Cheng that "domineering loser" vibe—it had also blessed him with some absurdly useful skills. Not a bad deal overall.
"Come on, young mistress! I’ve merged us into one! Mount up!"
Ye Cheng suddenly let out a ridiculously chuunibyou shout before crouching in front of Shen Qinghan. The entire office was instantly drenched in secondhand embarrassment—Ye Cheng was pretty sure the girls nearby couldn’t even look.
Even the usually ice-cold, unflappable young mistress couldn’t keep her composure, experiencing the full force of shame for the first time.
Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, then grabbed her little cane and—thunk—brought it down on Ye Cheng’s thick skull.
"What a disgusting way to phrase it. Idiot."
Her face slightly flushed, the young mistress turned her head away with a soft huff. But despite her words, her body was honest—she leaned forward, collapsing softly onto Ye Cheng’s back with a splat, her arms looping around his neck like always.
Of course, the splat was purely Ye Cheng’s imagination. Real life didn’t come with sound effects that absurd, but his "ultimate brain" automatically filled in the gaps.
And his ultimate brain’s talents didn’t stop there. Things like translating the ahem "highlight reels" of certain Japanese films? Even without formal training, Ye Cheng could nail the translations with professional precision.
He could even localize them into regional dialects—phrases like "Ain’t no way I can handle this" or "I’m a total dumbass…" If he ever hit rock bottom, he could always join a certain "heavenly" translation group. Some kind soul would probably toss him a bone.
Mission accomplished. With one hand holding the young mistress’s cane and the other supporting her, Ye Cheng prepared to make his exit.
"Stop right there!"
From the side, Dongfang Zhixia—who had been subjected to their combined "silent treatment"—finally snapped, her voice cracking under the strain.
She could tolerate Shen Qinghan’s cold shoulder. After all, she was used to the young mistress’s antics by now. But she couldn’t accept Ye Cheng giving her the same treatment.
Had he just treated everything she said like it was nothing? Like hot air?
What stung even more was how, in the glaringly obvious choice between her and Shen Qinghan, Ye Cheng hadn’t hesitated for a second before picking the latter. She was the one who got discarded.
Why?!
She refused to accept this!
She’d put in so much effort—spent the whole morning on edge, running around, suppressing all the negative press—and this was how that bastard repaid her?!
For the first time, Dongfang Zhixia understood what it meant to give your all and receive nothing in return. She’d tasted the cruelty of society.
Her entire life had been built on the principle that effort equaled reward. You got back what you put in. No one had ever dared to leave her empty-handed.
Ye Cheng’s choice was nothing short of a slap to the face, overturning everything she’d ever believed in.
Her dedication, her sincerity… had been trampled on.
At least, that’s how Dongfang Zhixia saw it.
"Don’t you dare walk away, you bastard! Who said you could leave? I didn’t give you permission!"
Her chest heaved as she fought to keep her voice steady, but even so, it was a far cry from her usual aloof, indifferent tone. It almost sounded like… she was upset?
Ye Cheng paused mid-step, considering whether to explain himself. That way, when he came crawling back tonight to beg for forgiveness, it’d seem a little less abrupt.
Just because he’d chosen the young mistress in that high-stakes ultimatum didn’t mean he was ignoring the student council president. After all, she’d helped him out more than once—covering for his violations, ensuring he never faced punishment.
He owed her more than he could ever repay.
Logically, the best move would’ve been to drag both of them out to eat together. But… that wasn’t happening. Trying to please both would only end with pleasing neither—like trying to ride two horses at once.
And the most important thing was…
Although the Student Council President was somewhat arrogant, she was extremely rational—unlike the young lady currently clinging to his back, who had clear personality flaws and a tendency toward extremes.
Ye Cheng remembered vividly the prompt from the golden finger just moments ago: "Permanently lose the young lady." The word "permanently" alone was proof enough of her extreme nature. One wrong move, and there would be no turning back.
So… Sorry, President. You’ll have to endure this for now. I’ll make it up to you tonight by licking your shoes!
As for the "threat" coming from Dongfang Zhixia behind him, Ye Cheng hesitated, but the young lady remained utterly composed. Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a single word.
"Go."
Her voice was eerily calm.
Sorry, President. I have no choice. I’ll just have to go to your place tonight and cosplay as a chair again… After mentally preparing himself, Ye Cheng took a step forward—only to find his footsteps suddenly heavier.
Confused, he glanced back and saw that Dongfang Zhixia had moved from her original position. At some point, she had closed the distance between them and now had a firm grip on his clothes.
Ye Cheng: "……"
No wonder the young lady felt heavier—it was the President’s "divine intervention" that had literally immobilized her. No wonder…
Just as Ye Cheng was wondering how to make the President let go, a sharp, crisp sound echoed from behind.
Slap!
The entire office fell into an unnatural silence. Ye Cheng was stunned. The girl who had stayed behind to guide the young lady, now frozen in place as a bystander, was equally dumbfounded. Both wore identical expressions of shock.
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened…?
Did the young lady just slap the hand the President was using to hold him?
Not just a slap—but one with enough force to leave a mark?
Are you kidding me?!
Ye Cheng wasn’t the only one in shock. Even Dongfang Zhixia, the one who had been struck, was momentarily dazed. It wasn’t until the stinging pain in her wrist flared up that she slowly registered what had happened.
She… had been hit?
"Go." Shen Qinghan’s icy gaze bore into Dongfang Zhixia as she spat out the word.
This time, Ye Cheng heard it clearly. Go!
Move your damn legs, NOW!!!
Ye Cheng summoned every ounce of strength he had, his legs moving so fast they were practically a blur. With the cold-faced young lady on his back, he bolted out of the administrative building in under thirty seconds, racing straight toward the cafeteria.
Earlier, he had hoped to ease the tension so that his shoe-licking apology later wouldn’t feel too abrupt. He had even prayed that the President would spare his face when stepping on him tonight.
But now… the young lady’s slap had shattered his shoe-licking dreams!
It’s over. Completely over. No more shoe-licking privileges. At this rate, he’d have to cosplay as a teru teru bōzu (rain charm doll) to earn the President’s forgiveness—and who knew what else she’d make him endure? Candles? Whips? The full package…
Ye Cheng, now moving like a frog on crack, combined with his Olympic-level sprinting, would have made even gold medalists cry, "Coach, I want to switch to academics!"
Within a few breaths, Ye Cheng and the young lady had made their grand escape.
The vast office was now silent, save for the stiff figure of the President, still reeling from the slap, and the terrified guide girl who had witnessed everything.
The girl regretted her life choices. Why did I have to stick around and watch this drama? I should’ve left earlier! Now I’ve seen something I shouldn’t have… I’m dead. So, so dead…
There was nothing more despair-inducing than stumbling upon the "secrets" of someone you couldn’t afford to offend. And to make it worse, she hadn’t just seen one secret—but her own President’s humiliation.
Never before had she seen the President so disheveled—her boyfriend snatched right under her nose, and slapped on top of it? This is…
The girl didn’t dare move, afraid she’d be expelled tomorrow for "entering the classroom with the left foot first." All she could do was stand there, waiting for the President to recover from the shock of losing her man—and then decide her fate.
I should’ve looked away…
The suffocating silence stretched on for minutes. The girl’s life flashed before her eyes multiple times, and she had already mentally picked out her next school.
Sorry, Mom and Dad. Your daughter is useless…
Finally, Dongfang Zhixia snapped out of it. She took a deep breath, swallowing all her emotions, and regained her usual composure. Fixing her gaze on the only other person in the room, she spoke slowly.
"I don’t want a fifth person knowing about today. Understood?"
"Nodnodnod! President, I’ve always had a terrible memory! My parents say I’m an idiot—been taking brain supplements since childhood, visited every hospital in the country! I can’t remember anything past 24 hours. Wait, what did you just say?"
The girl blinked innocently at Dongfang Zhixia.
The President narrowed her eyes, studying her for a moment before nodding. "Good. Nothing. You may leave."
"Oh, okay! Bye, President!"
Bang!
The girl even thoughtfully closed the door behind her. The second it shut, her dumbfounded expression melted into sheer relief.
Thank god I played dumb… I’m never sticking my nose in drama again. That was terrifying…
Back in the office, Dongfang Zhixia was now alone. She glanced down at her wrist—still red.
A delicate, palm-shaped mark stood out vividly. No doubt about it—the young lady had put her full strength into that slap. Probably even mustered her baby-feeding energy.
So… Shen Qinghan had struck her. For that bastard.
Dongfang Zhixia sat in her chair, the room deathly silent. The air was thick with something ominous.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her fingers drummed rhythmically on the desk, her face unreadable as she dissected the events.
A socially inept, emotionally unstable young lady had found the one person in years who matched her wavelength—and then, in a fit of possessiveness, slapped her. That was the gist of it.
"Heh… Good. Very good. Excellent, even…"
Dongfang Zhixia suddenly laughed, the sound sending chills down an imaginary spine. It was clear now—that slap wasn’t just about today. It was payback for that kiss in the cafeteria.
So the "untouchable" young lady wasn’t as pure and aloof as she pretended. She could fight over a man.
Which meant…
She would take him. She would retaliate. Every ounce of cold indifference, every slight over the years—and that slap—would be repaid in full. The more it hurt, the more she’d make sure it burned.
She hadn’t planned on being this petty, but now…
"Shen Qinghan, what makes you think you can compete with me?"
Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes, a glint of something unreadable flickering in her gaze, as if plotting something.
Buzz. Her phone vibrated, and a glaring notification popped up.
"Miss, miss~~ It's mealtime! Let's go eat, okay?"
The message was from her assistant, followed by an adorable bunny sticker—a plump little rabbit with soft, droopy ears framing its face, blinking eagerly while rubbing its paws together in blatant hinting.
Dongfang Zhixia: "…"
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u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
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