Ultimately, the academy dean brought a few staff members to clean up after Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
After learning the cause and effect, the dean found it hard to blame Meng Chen.
Over two hours later, after being treated by a support Soul Master, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San gradually woke up.
When they learned that after fainting, they had actually lost control of their bowels in front of so many students and teachers, and even shat themselves, their complexions turned extremely ugly.
Especially Yu Xiaogang, whose stiff face was paler than a dead person’s as shame, anger, and resentment intertwined within him.
He had lived for so many years, enduring countless sneers and jeers, being cursed as trash, and told that a toad wanted to eat swan meat.
Yet never before had he experienced a day like today, where his face was thoroughly trampled under someone’s feet, repeatedly stepped on and humiliated!
Yu Xiaogang’s eyes were bloodshot, breathing like a dying ox, and as his throat rolled, a fishy sweetness surged up.
“Puff!!!”
Overwhelmed by anger, Yu Xiaogang instantly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, his aura withering as his eyes rolled back, and he was once again angered into fainting.
“Teacher!” Seeing Yu Xiaogang vomit blood and faint, Tang San was extremely anxious.
Teacher, don’t faint!
What am I supposed to do if you faint?
Although I also lost control, you shat yourself!
You need to help me draw the fire!
Tang San could no longer care about the saying that a teacher for a day is a father for life, nor could he care about the Tang Sect etiquette engraved into his bones.
He continuously pinched Yu Xiaogang’s philtrum, stimulating his Acupoints, and forcefully woke Yu Xiaogang up.
Yu Xiaogang slowly regained consciousness, but remembering that he had shat in front of so many people, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted once again.
Seeing this, Tang San silently cursed Yu Xiaogang for having such poor mental resilience; it was just shitting oneself, not getting castrated by someone.
He once again stimulated Yu Xiaogang’s Acupoints, waking him up yet another time.
This time Yu Xiaogang didn’t faint again.
He turned his head to look at the dean sitting nearby, his blood-stained lips parting as his voice came intermittently and tremblingly, as if he might croak in the next second.
“Ex-Expel that Men-Meng Chen…”
Hearing this, the dean hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.
“Sorry Xiaogang, I cannot expel that child.”
Are you kidding me?
Expel Meng Chen?
Although he had a deep friendship with Yu Xiaogang, he was also the dean of Notting Academy.
His own academy had produced a peerless Genius whose very first Soul Ring was a thousand-year-old one.
He was too happy to even process it; how could he possibly expel him?
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang could no longer support himself.
His head tilted to the side, and he fainted yet again.
This time, no matter what Tang San did to him, he simply wouldn’t wake up.
The dean stood up and turned to leave the infirmary.
As he reached the door, he paused his steps, looked back and said, “Tang San, when your teacher wakes up, tell him to take you and leave Notting Academy.”
“It is not that I am driving you away, but given everything that has happened, it is no longer appropriate for you to remain in the academy.”
After listening, Tang San looked at the dean’s departing back, a trace of hatred welling up in his eyes.
It was all Meng Chen’s fault for causing him and his teacher to lose such face and even getting expelled from Notting Academy.
And this dean, who claimed to be his teacher’s friend, yet now kicked them while they were down.
He had already courted death!
Following the farce on the playground at noon, Meng Chen’s reputation soared in Notting Academy.
From a complete nobody, he instantly became an idol in the eyes of the students.
After school in the afternoon, a crowd of students surrounded Meng Chen on the playground, chattering noisily and asking how he had absorbed a thousand-year-old Soul Ring and if there were any secret tricks to it.
“Pure luck, it was all just pure luck.”
Facing the enthusiastic classmates, Meng Chen wore a helpless expression, repeatedly stating that he had just gotten lucky.
“Wow, so lively!
What are you all gathered here for?”
A familiar, playful voice rang out from outside the crowd.
Meng Chen looked over, and a pair of pink rabbit ears came into view.
His eyes lit up, and he motioned for the students surrounding him to step aside.
It was none other than Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu was wearing a white dress, her rabbit ears twitching as her little face revealed a trace of curiosity.
Seeing the crowd scatter, Meng Chen walked out from the middle, causing Xiao Wu to show a look of surprise.
“A-Chen, it’s you!
Why are they all surrounding you?”
“That’s a long story.
Have you eaten yet?
Come, I’ll take you out for something good.”
Wanting to shake off the surrounding classmates, Meng Chen spoke as he pulled Xiao Wu’s delicate arm, smiling as he led her toward the outside of the academy.
Along the way, Meng Chen told Xiao Wu about what happened at noon, naturally omitting the matter of Yu Xiaogang shitting himself, lest Xiao Wu lose her appetite.
“Serves him right!
That fellow Tang San deserved a thorough beating.
If I had known, I would have come back earlier so I could have kicked him a couple of times too.”
Xiao Wu regretfully waved her fist, and Meng Chen reached out to stroke her head, smiling as he said, “Next time.
If Tang San dares to come harass you, we’ll teach him a lesson.”
“Mm-hmm!” Xiao Wu nodded, her pink eyes flashing with a trace of eagerness.
To celebrate Tang San and Yu Xiaogang getting beaten to a pulp, Meng Chen brought Xiao Wu to the most luxurious hotel in Notting City.
A single dish here reportedly cost one silver coin, something even Soul Masters might not necessarily afford.
Looking at the luxurious decor of the hotel and the beauties standing as greeters at the entrance, Xiao Wu tugged on Meng Chen’s sleeve and whispered,
“A-Chen, should we change places instead?”
“Right here is fine.
Don’t worry about money; I can be considered to have a small fortune now.”
Meng Chen took out the soul gold card given by Ye Cixin from his bone dragon ring, waved it in front of Xiao Wu, and pulled her into the Denuo Grand Hotel.
“Welcome to Denuo Grand Hotel.
Are you two little ones here to dine, or…?”
The greeter lady bowed and asked Meng Chen, while simultaneously noticing the soul gold card in his hand.
Meng Chen: “To dine.”
“Very well, little ones, please follow me.”
The greeter lady led the way in front.
Inside the hotel, it was resplendent in gold and jade, with a faint aroma of aromatherapy lingering in the air.
Walking on the soft carpet, Xiao Wu felt as if she were stepping on clouds.
Coming to such a luxurious place to eat for the first time, Xiao Wu was still a bit nervous, hugging Meng Chen’s arm and refusing to let go.
Upon reaching the dining area, Meng Chen booked a small private room.
A waiter brought a menu, and Meng Chen handed it to Xiao Wu.
“Xiao Wu, you order the dishes.”
Looking at the exquisite dish pictures above and prices starting at several silver coins each, Xiao Wu didn’t know what to order.
Her dormitory fee for an entire semester was only two silver coins, which wasn’t even enough for a single dish on here.
Seeing this, Meng Chen took back the menu, scanned through it, and didn’t order too much: four dishes and one soup.
“That’s too much, isn’t it?” Xiao Wu looked at the price—altogether one gold coin and four silver coins—and hurriedly told Meng Chen to order a bit less.
Meng Chen smiled.
“Don’t worry, we’ll finish it.
Besides, I didn’t eat lunch either.”
Soon, the dishes were served onto the table one after another.
They looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful, exquisitely plated with a generous quantity.
Meng Chen first picked up a large chicken leg and put it in Xiao Wu’s bowl, while he hugged a large pork knuckle and began to gnaw on it.
He completely abandoned his image, doing whatever felt most comfortable.
Seeing Meng Chen eat so boldly, Xiao Wu stopped using her chopsticks as well, picking up the large chicken leg—which was almost as big as her face—and began to gnaw on it.
“Mhm!
A-Chen, this chicken leg is so delicious, even better than the ones in the academy!”
“Mm-hmm, the skin of this pork knuckle is also so soft and sticky, it melts right in your mouth…”
On the other side, inside the academy’s infirmary.
Tang San guarded by Yu Xiaogang’s side, eating steamed buns bought from the cafeteria and swallowing them down with cold water.
He bit down fiercely on the steamed bun, as if the bun were Meng Chen, venting the hatred in his heart.
Looking at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, along with the strange gazes all the way to and from the cafeteria, Tang San gnashed his teeth in towering hatred.
“Meng Chen, it’s all your fault!!!”