Social Death or Rumors?

Social Death or Rumors?

As everyone knew, when people suffered intense pain or stimulation, their bodies' instincts could cause them to lose control of their bowels and bladder.

Just now, Dugu Yan had endured both intense stimulation and pain, so what state was she currently in?

Although Chen Ming had already neutralized the paralysis toxin, it would still take time for the poison's effects to fade. Combined with the pain throughout her body, Dugu Yan could not feel what state she was currently in at all.

Though she was a Douluo Soul Master who had no idea what physics was, Dugu Yan now truly understood what it meant to be in a quantum superposition.

She wanted to ask Chen Ming, but she was too embarrassed to speak. She wanted to ignore it, but she was not thick-skinned enough.

After several minutes of silence, Chen Ming stood up and stretched out his arms, preparing to carry Dugu Yan to the school infirmary.

Just as he was about to pick her up, Dugu Yan finally spoke with her eyes closed and her pretty face flushed red.

"Um... could you wait a moment? Wait for me?"

"Huh? What?" Chen Ming did not understand what Dugu Yan meant, so he crouched down and looked strangely into her eyes.

Feeling his breath so close by and the warmth radiating from a male her own age, Dugu Yan felt as if her face were about to catch fire. Yet, so that she would not become the subject of gossip throughout the academy for some time to come, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to speak.

"I might have a slight... personal hygiene issue..."

"You still care about your image at a time like this? Do you not care about your life?" Seeing Dugu Yan's face covered in snot and tears and her hair in disarray, Chen Ming thought she was worried about her appearance. His tone could not help turning stern.

Hearing that, Dugu Yan finally gave up resisting and spoke of her problem in a voice on the verge of tears.

"I think I... pooped myself..."

"..."

"..."

Chen Ming stiffly lowered his head and looked at Dugu Yan's skirt hem, which seemed to have somehow become damp. Then he shifted his gaze to his own trouser leg, which also seemed somewhat wet. For a moment, he had no idea what to say.

After a long while, Chen Ming sighed and gave up thinking. He took out a blanket from his Storage Soul Tool, one originally meant for use in the wilderness, and prepared to wrap Dugu Yan up in it. But just as he was about to act, Dugu Yan hurriedly spoke again.

"Can you help me deal with it... There are clean clothes and water in my Storage Soul Tool..." By the end, Dugu Yan's voice was nearly inaudible. If Chen Ming had not possessed such sharp senses, he would not have heard what she was saying.

"Are you serious?"

Seeing Dugu Yan's utterly resigned expression, Chen Ming lowered his head to glance at the blanket in his hands and asked stiffly.

"Mhm..."

"I've already been exposed in front of you... If anyone else or a teacher sees me, then I'll really..."

"..."

"Are you serious?"

"I really am..."

"You won't cause trouble for me in the future?"

"...I won't."

"How about I wrap you in a few more layers of blankets? That way outsiders won't be able to tell. If that won't work, I can go ask Teacher Niu to bring over a healing-type teacher?"

"No... just help me..."

Having said that, Dugu Yan shut her eyes and stopped speaking. Her face was so red it looked as though it were about to burn.

Left with no choice, Chen Ming carefully carried Dugu Yan into a corner, took out clothes and water from her Storage Soul Tool, and awkwardly cleaned her up.

Beautiful girls went to the bathroom too, and beautiful girls' poop smelled bad too.

Chen Ming had never imagined that he would get the chance to help someone change and wash up in this life.

If it had been his own child or an elderly family member, Chen Ming could have accepted it, but... what was this supposed to be?

After dressing Dugu Yan, who let him handle her like a cloth doll, in layer after layer of clothing, Chen Ming lowered his head and looked at his own wet clothes. After a moment of silence, he ducked aside and quickly changed into another set.

Chen Ming picked up Dugu Yan, who was playing dead, and headed toward the cave entrance.

By then, the rain outside had stopped and the sky had cleared, with a rainbow hanging along the clouds. Niu Dali sat on a bench outside basking in the sun, enjoying the post-rain scenery while eating watermelon and watching the show.

When he saw Chen Ming emerge from the cave carrying Dugu Yan, whose face was flushed red and whose body could not move, Niu Dali swallowed the watermelon rind he had been about to toss aside in shock. The hand reaching for fried chicken instead grabbed a chicken bone, and he stiffly stuffed the gnawed bone into his nostril.

"You two... what is this?"

"Teacher Niu, don't ask. Just pretend nothing happened today."

"But I, this..." Niu Dali had just wanted to stand up and check on them when Dugu Yan, whose face had been pressed tightly against Chen Ming's chest, immediately turned her head and glared fiercely at him.

That made Niu Dali, who had still wanted to say something, freeze in place. Then he sat back down, picked up a discarded watermelon rind beside him, and mechanically began gnawing on it.

"I didn't notice anything. I didn't see anything..."

"Ah." Chen Ming sighed. No longer bothering with Niu Dali's expression, he carried Dugu Yan and rushed toward the infirmary.

Only after Chen Ming's back disappeared from sight did Niu Dali pull the chicken bone from his nostril. He lowered his head and stared at the grass beneath his feet, his heart full of shock.

"They changed clothes, right... A lone man and woman, inside that cave, changing clothes, and the woman can't even stand and has to be carried away."

"Good heavens! Titled Douluo might silence me, right?!"

The moment he thought of that possibility, Niu Dali leaped to his feet. The fried chicken and watermelon beside him scattered all over the ground, but he did not notice at all.

To ensure his own survival, Niu Dali's brain began spinning as fast as a helicopter rotor. Before long, he came up with a terrible idea.

"The more people know about this, the safer I'll be... No, I need to hurry up and spread this matter around in a reasonable way..."

"I'm afraid the three Education Committee Members might silence me if I tell them directly. I should first find someone with a Soul Power Level close to mine, someone who couldn't silence me so easily even if they tried, and use them as a shield..."

At that thought, Qin Ming's figure immediately appeared in Niu Dali's mind.

At this moment, he could not care less about guarding the mimicry training grounds. He began sprinting at the fastest speed of his life. Though he was an Assault System Soul Master, the speed he unleashed far surpassed that of an ordinary Agility Attack System Soul King.