Signs of Something Amiss, The Student Council President's Worries: Are You Gambling Out There

In the office.

The little secretary held a cotton swab with eager eyes, carefully applying ointment to the red handprint on her young lady's face, spreading it evenly.

"Does it hurt, Miss?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Zhixia felt a warmth in her heart. Indeed, her silly little secretary was the one who truly cared for her and knew how to show concern. However, not wanting to worry her, Dongfang Zhixia forced a smile, appearing completely unfazed.

"It just looks scary, that's all. My skin is too delicate—it turns red at the slightest touch. It doesn’t hurt at all."

The little secretary blinked, as if taking her words to heart, then silently sped up her application, pressing harder.

"Hiss—" Dongfang Zhixia's smile instantly froze, nearly twisting into a grimace. The pain was so intense that her toes curled inside her expensive little leather shoes. She was about to tell the secretary to stop when she heard the girl muttering to herself.

"That’s great, Miss isn’t in pain. I should finish quickly, or else all the good stuff will be gone later..."

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

The president suddenly regretted her words. She remembered now—her secretary was an airhead, someone who couldn’t be judged by normal standards. Just like that certain jerk, who also defied all conventional logic.

For some reason, Dongfang Zhixia grew increasingly worried. What kind of strange chemical reaction would occur if a dim-witted girl and an inhuman guy collided?

Probably nothing, right?

She must be overthinking it. Dongfang Zhixia could only comfort herself with this thought. After all, the little secretary followed her around all day, making it inevitable that she’d interact with that bastard.

She’d just have to keep a close eye on things—no opportunities for that jerk!

Now stuck with the consequences of her own words, Dongfang Zhixia had no choice but to endure the secretary’s vigorous application until it was finally over. The little secretary tidied up the supplies.

"All done! Now there’s no problem. Let’s go eat, Miss!" With a final flourish, she tied a dainty little bow with the bandage around her young lady’s hand, completing the job beautifully.

Dongfang Zhixia let out a sigh of relief. Finally, it was over.

From now on, she would never let that airhead handle her medical care again—she’d do it herself.

After finishing up, the two left the office and headed toward the cafeteria. Once they arrived, the little secretary marched straight toward the upper floor, her eyes locked on the "meat, meat"—delicious, glorious meat!

"Wait, you dummy!" Dongfang Zhixia quickly grabbed her secretary, whose brain had been completely hijacked by "meat," her stomach now doing all the thinking.

Interrupted mid-stride, the secretary turned her head, blinking in confusion at her young lady. Big eyes, big question marks.

"Miss?"

"Hold on."

Dongfang Zhixia spoke calmly, but her words only confused the secretary further. Weren’t they here to eat? And since Dongfang Zhixia hated being disturbed during meals, they always went to the third floor—quiet, requiring facial recognition for access...

The little secretary blinked, staring at her young lady with wide eyes. She realized—her Miss seemed to be looking for someone?

Dongfang Zhixia narrowed her eyes, scanning the entire first floor. Only when she confirmed that Ye Cheng wasn’t there did she finally look away. She had been subjected to cold treatment by two people today, and now she was too angry to eat.

The only reason she had followed the secretary to the cafeteria was to hunt down that bastard and… get revenge for the slap Shen Qinghan had given her earlier!

Everything had happened too fast before. Plus, Ye Cheng had bolted like a crazed bullfrog, disappearing before Dongfang Zhixia could even react. She hadn’t gotten a chance to retaliate.

Silently, she added this debt to Ye Cheng’s tab. Why? Simple—if he hadn’t run so fast, she wouldn’t have missed her chance to strike back.

"Never mind. Let’s go to the second floor."

Dongfang Zhixia spoke coolly, then crossed her arms and strode upstairs with an imposing aura. Everyone descending the stairs took one look at her and immediately reversed course, clearing the way like cars backing into parking spots.

The little secretary trailed behind, a giant question mark hovering over her head. Who was Miss looking for…? Could it be that bad guy?

For once, the secretary had a rare moment of intelligence—figuring out the answer before the president even said a word. But as soon as she realized the truth, her cheeks flushed pink.

Her mind, completely out of control, replayed what she had seen through the telescope that night—abs, a V-line, biceps…

The little secretary had an impressive imagination. After all, she could look at stars in the sky and mentally turn them into mooncakes and sweet dumplings of all flavors. Wasn’t that a talent in itself?

As she kept thinking, she felt a warmth in her nose, as if something was about to drip out.

Startled, she quickly unzipped her chubby bunny backpack, pulled out tissues, rolled them into two little balls, and stuffed them up her nostrils. No more thinking about that bad guy!

She hurried to catch up with her young lady, who had already spent a long time searching the second floor. Eventually, Dongfang Zhixia withdrew her gaze.

Still nothing here. That meant—third floor!

Just as Dongfang Zhixia lifted her foot to continue upward, she heard her secretary speak.

"Miss, I don’t think the bad guy is here..."

The secretary’s voice sounded particularly slow-witted, carrying a heavy nasal tone—as if something was clogging her nose. Dongfang Zhixia turned in confusion, only to see two red tissue balls sticking out of the girl’s nostrils.

Dongfang Zhixia: "???"

The little secretary was still looking around diligently, as if deeply invested in the search. Dongfang Zhixia’s expression stiffened. How had the secretary known who she was looking for? That shouldn’t be possible. Since when had this child become so sharp?

"Miss, why are you staring at me?" The secretary blinked innocently.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

She glanced between the secretary and the red tissue plugs, falling into silence. She had a pretty good idea now—why the secretary knew who she was searching for. Because the secretary herself had been thinking about him too… and in a very improper way.

The two finally made it to the third floor, but there was still no sign of that bastard.

"Miss, it seems like that bad guy didn’t come today." The secretary blinked, her tone carrying a hint of disappointment.

Dongfang Zhixia: "..."

"From now on, no more romance dramas, idol shows, or soap operas for you," Dongfang Zhixia declared after a long silence.

For now, Shen Qinghan slapping her and some jerk giving her the cold shoulder could be set aside—it wasn’t that important. At least... compared to her little secretary, who seemed to be acting a bit strangely, those things didn’t matter as much.

“Huh? Why, Miss? Wuwuwu…” The poor secretary, who had been all smiles just moments ago, now looked as if the sky had fallen, her joy completely wiped away.

“No reason. If I catch you doing it again, ten bucks docked from your allowance.” Dongfang Zhixia was utterly merciless, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Wuwuwu, no, Miss! Wuwuwu, it’s so pretty, wuwuwu…”

...

Meanwhile.

Outside the school, at a street stall where a bowl of noodles cost six bucks with unlimited refills.

Shen Qinghan sat in silence, while Ye Cheng kept his head down, shoveling noodles into his mouth with loud slurps.

“Miss, why aren’t you eating? Not to your taste? Slurp, slurp… It’s really good…”

Shen Qinghan: “...”

“Are you gambling out there?” Her voice was icy, laced with suspicion.

“What do you mean? Chew, chew, chew…” Ye Cheng blinked innocently.

Splat!

The familiar sensation returned, but Ye Cheng had grown immune to it by now. He could calmly keep eating, expressionless, while the young mistress stepped on his foot—zero damage, and honestly, it even felt kinda nice.

“What I mean is, where did all the money I gave you go?” Shen Qinghan clenched her small hands into fists, glaring at him.

She knew Ye Cheng was stingy, but she’d never seen him splurge on anything—no fancy watches, no luxury items. So where had all the money he’d scammed from her disappeared to?

Are you gambling it away?!

The most ridiculous part? Six bucks a bowl was already cheap, but Ye Cheng couldn’t even bring himself to order two bowls. Instead, he got one, let her eat first, and then—after she was full—he hugged the bowl and exploited the refill loophole.

At first, Shen Qinghan hadn’t even realized what was happening. She’d taken a few bites but stopped because the taste was mediocre. Then… Ye Cheng finished the whole thing.

The problem was, that bowl had already been eaten from by her. And yet…

Shen Qinghan’s expression grew slightly awkward. In the end, she just snorted and turned her head away, pressing her foot down harder on Ye Cheng’s. Beneath her hair, the tips of her ears burned red…

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