Transmigrated as the fake young master, I'll beat up the scumbags and b*tches

It was nearly eleven o'clock, and this was the first time Ye QiuXue had returned home so late.

She and HuMing strolled through the square. Lights illuminated the surrounding unfinished buildings. Faint sounds of heated discussions could often be heard drifting out of the windows.

The surroundings were dimly lit, with a single streetlamp struggling to cast its feeble glow, attempting to reveal the surroundings.

HuMing had a handful of items in his grasp, and his gaze fixated on the person walking ahead of him.

It seemed that Ye QiuXue's living conditions were not very good; otherwise, why would she live in a place like this?

Speaking of which, it was quite awkward. Upon their first encounter, HuMing thought Ye QiuXue was a stereotypical wealthy young lady.

But now, reality had mercilessly mocked his judgment.

"What would you like to eat later? Do you want to add an egg? Or perhaps two sausages?"

Ye QiuXue seemed oblivious to HuMing's gaze directed toward her. She was in high spirits today, enjoying the rare pleasure of having someone help carry her things while shopping.

Simultaneously, she felt immense gratitude towards HuMing. If it weren't for him, she might have been stuck in the equipment room until tomorrow.

Although she could seek revenge later, being locked up as the student council president would likely cause quite a stir.

If the student council president could be played in such a manner, her position would be anything but secure.

Ye QiuXue would not give up her position, at least not now.

The more she performed well, the greater her chances of securing scholarships, which could potentially change her and her grandmother's lives!

Behind her slender and frail figure was an unwavering spirit.

For some reason, HuMing couldn't help but shiver.

But soon, he responded.

"Can I have both? I'm starving."

Ye QiuXue turned her head and rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to talk anymore.

There was no elevator in the building where Ye QiuXue lived, and HuMing had to climb nearly ten flights of stairs during his initial visit.

Accordingly, higher floors of these places had only a few elderly residents, the others were taken up by company dormitories or rented out to individuals from out of town who lived alone.

Ye QiuXue took out the key and opened the door, and to HuMing's surprise, the inside of the apartment was entirely different from the corridor outside.

The floor was spotlessly clean, and the furniture was neatly arranged and meticulously kept.

At the entrance, there was a pair of small pink slippers, and on the balcony outside, Ye QiuXue's pajamas and... underwear were hanging.

Ye QiuXue set her belongings on the table, only to realize that HuMing had fallen silent behind her, leaving her confused.

She turned around, planning to ask HuMing to bring the items over, and accurately caught HuMing's gaze.

Following his gaze, she noticed her clothes gently swaying in the wind on the balcony.

There, her school clothes were hanging, along with two rather personal garments quietly resting on the hanger.

Seeing this, Ye QiuXue's mind went into overdrive!

Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as if they were about to overflow with blood.

'That guy, why is that the first thing he looked at the moment he came in?!'

A surge of shame and anger welled up inside her, and she angrily grabbed Hu Ming's cheeks, forcing him to turn around, and said through gritted teeth.

"Put the stuff in the fridge! I'll cook the noodles after I put away the clothes!"

"Ah... Oh. Ow, that hurts!"

HuMing's rapid and varied reactions caused Ye QiuXue's blood pressure to plummet.

It appeared that he didn't do it intentionally.

Ye QiuXue snorted before swiftly heading towards the balcony to gather the clothes. Unknown to her, HuMing let out a sigh of relief and visibly relaxed.

......

At the dining table, HuMing was playing with his phone while occasionally glancing at Ye QiuXue in the kitchen.

She had her hair tied in a high ponytail and was wearing a Hello Kitty apron over her school uniform while cooking noodles in the kitchen.

As he looked at her back, HuMing felt slightly dizzy.

The last time he saw someone preparing a meal in the kitchen was Hu Min.

(Tl: His past life teacher)

However, that memory was far from pleasant, as it concluded with him embracing the toilet and expressing deep sorrow for being alive.

He vaguely remembered that woman saying, "You brat, you should be laughing for getting to eat something I cooked!"

Laugh? How could he laugh?

Even in that dark room, he had never eaten something so terrible!

The scent drifting from the kitchen snapped HuMing back to reality. He saw Ye QiuXue carrying a bowl of piping hot noodles, swiftly to the table and placing it down.

Just by the smell alone, Ye QiuXue had left Hu Min a hundred streets behind, plus the entire Pacific Ocean.

However, the presentation of the noodles by Ye QiuXue was rather strange.

HuMing pointed at the design on the noodles, which included a sausage and two perfectly round fried eggs.

"What's this supposed to mean? President, do you have no sense of artistry?"

Upon hearing this, Ye QiuXue's face instantly lost its anticipating expression and turned dark.

She glared at HuMing coldly, her gaze so intense it seemed like it could pierce through him!

"This is 100 points! Can't you see?"

"100 points!? What the heck? Is that even a thing?"

HuMing genuinely didn't know there was such a concept. To him, whether he scored 100 points or not didn't depend on something like this!

He could just score 100 points if he feels like it!

"This sausage is the number one, and the two fried eggs are the zeros. Doesn't that make 100 points? Haven't you seen this before, Han Hu Ming?"

"I really haven't..."

Whether in the past or now, who would make something like this for him?

But looking at the design on the noodles, a smile involuntarily spread across HuMing's face.

It was evident that Ye QiuXue had given this a lot of thought.

He picked up the noodles, blew on them a few times, and then put them in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Ye QiuXue watched HuMing anxiously, like a chef awaiting a judge's evaluation.

After a few chews, HuMing suddenly stopped, his head snapping towards Ye QiuXue with a perplexed look on his face.

Ye QiuXue was startled by his expression!

She had made the noodles as she did for herself, so there shouldn't have been any problems.

Why did HuMing look like he had eaten something poisonous?"

"How... how is it?"

"President, I suddenly thought of a problem."

"What problem?"

"Aren't our exams out of 150 points? This bowl only represents 100. Where's the other 50?"

HuMing continued eating, his gaze fixed on Ye QiuXue. Judging by his expression, it didn't look like the noodles tasted bad.

Ye QiuXue didn't respond to him, but the look in her eyes grew more dangerous.

She slowly narrowed her eyes, pulled up a chair, and sat beside Hu Ming.

"The remaining 50 points are, of course, from our daily tutoring sessions. But I believe I haven't been strict enough, so I intend to increase the difficulty slightly. That way, you can easily earn 150 points."

"Can we pretend I didn't say anything?"

"No, we can't~"