Sickness Must Be Cured

The outcome was finally decided. Seeing Tang San limping, Wang Sheng stepped forward to offer his support, but his outstretched arm was resolutely dodged.

Wang Sheng didn't think much of it, turning instead to Huang Tian with a joyful expression:

"Congratulations, you defeated Tang San, so you are now the boss of our Dormitory Seven.

Boss, you are truly amazing."

A look of confusion appeared on Huang Tian's face.

"What Dormitory Seven, what boss? I'm not a Work-Study Student, am I?

I only came here to find a senior student familiar with the situation to gather some intelligence, see if there are any formidable students or the like.

Who knew that before I even entered the door, someone would threaten to challenge me."

Wang Sheng was instantly dumbfounded. A boom echoed in his mind, and he felt as if the sky had collapsed. His smile stiffened on his face, becoming as ugly as a funeral.

The other Work-Study Students, who had just felt a surge of joy at the thought that they would finally no longer have to fear being bullied by nobles, were also instantly dumbfounded, their expressions as mournful as if they had lost their parents.

Tang San's stumbling footsteps suddenly stopped, and he stood rooted to the spot, motionless.

He closed his eyes speechlessly, his complexion shifting from red to green, then from green to blue. He took several deep breaths, feeling his temples throbbing wildly, and had an urge to kill someone.

If you aren't a Work-Study Student, why didn't you say so earlier?

If you aren't fighting to be the boss, why didn't you say so earlier?

And Wang Sheng, why didn't you ask clearly first? Why?

What was more soul-crushing than getting beaten up was getting beaten up for nothing when it didn't need to happen at all.

Completely oblivious to the others' moods, Huang Tian suddenly seemed to have an idea and clapped his hands together forcefully.

"It's mealtime. Let me treat you all to a meal, and you can tell me about the situation in the academy, how about that?"

"We are just a group of Work-Study Students."

Wang Sheng lowered his head slightly, his expression awkward, filled with a mix of frustration and inferiority. Huang Tian, however, looked very puzzled.

"So what if you're Work-Study Students? Do Work-Study Students not need to eat?

Let's go, let's go, everyone go, Tang San included."

After speaking, he pushed Wang Sheng on the back to make him move forward, then reached out to nudge the others, his demeanor extremely bold and unconstrained.

Finally, he reached out to pull Tang San without any sense of boundaries, and upon being dodged, a look of realization dawned on him.

"You're only angry because you lost the soul battle just now, right?"

With one sentence, he began to lecture him as if he were disappointed that he hadn't lived up to expectations.

"My teacher once said that a real man should stand tall, hold the world in his heart, and be like a tiger or an eagle.

If you lose this time, just win it back the next time. What's the point of crying and wallowing in self-pity?

Let's go, let's go. Although I don't know if there are any other interesting students in the academy, you are definitely one of them."

Tang San was cornered by these words, as if refusing would mean he was harboring resentment—even if that was the truth.

He had no choice but to follow silently, pretending not to care, though he still did not speak.

The nineteenth rule of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record: When the opponent is invincible, one is permitted to feign compliance.

Knowing what would happen next, on the way, Huang Tian deliberately asked if there were any bullies or incidents of people being picked on in the academy.

As soon as they entered the cafeteria, a voice filled with both disdain and amusement drifted down from the stairs on the second floor.

"Yo, isn't this Wang Sheng and his bunch of paupers?"

"Paupers are paupers; I'm afraid they won't even be able to afford to eat on the second floor in this lifetime."

More than a dozen people occupied the stairs, looking down from a position of superiority, their faces mocking as they looked toward the door. Clearly, this was not a chance encounter, but a deliberate wait.

Huang Tian immediately looked puzzled and turned to Wang Sheng.

"How long have they had this condition? Is the frequency of their episodes high? How many times a day on average?"

Wang Sheng's face turned red instantly, but his eyes darted around, not daring to answer in front of others.

Many Work-Study Students also silently lowered their heads. The only one present who let out a snicker was Xiao Wu, who felt that Huang Tian's way of speaking was truly interesting.

Despite being insulted, the noble students on the stairs were not angry; instead, they looked as if they had found something extremely amusing, their faces full of smiles.

"So it's a newcomer. Wang Sheng, did you not tell him the rules of this academy?"

The word "rules" was heavily emphasized.

As the boss spoke, several lackeys also clamored along.

"Heh, the courage is commendable, but unfortunately, courage can't be eaten as a meal."

"A bit interesting. I hope you can still be this stubborn when the time comes. Just make sure you don't wet your pants or kneel on the ground begging for mercy."

Huang Tian ignored those people and stared straight at Tang San.

"Tang San, you are the boss of the Work-Study Students, what do you say?"

With the opponent's strength unknown, Tang San dared not act rashly, especially after having just been beaten up by a newcomer.

Just as in the novels, he turned his head and walked straight toward the food serving window to queue, leaving behind a nonchalant voice.

"I'm here to eat."

Tang Sect Rule: No Tang Sect disciple shall easily provoke trouble, but should anyone actively infringe upon them, they are permitted to retaliate with thunderous force.

(Voiceover: Then why the hell aren't you retaliating?)

He was clearly just being a coward, yet he sought to justify it to himself in his heart:

"I am an adult. Regardless of their personalities, these students are nothing more than a group of ten-year-old children. For a dignified transmigrator to bicker with them would be beneath me."

(Note: This is the original text.)

Tang San's reaction left the Work-Study Students feeling a wave of disappointment, and Xiao Wu was filled with disdain:

"Cowardly and timid."

Huang Tian did not speak again; he walked silently toward the window, but instead of queuing, he walked straight past the line to the front.

He scanned left and right, tossed out a Gold Soul Coin, snatched the steel ladle from the auntie serving the food, and weighed it in his hand. Finding the feel quite satisfactory, a faint smile immediately appeared on his face.

He turned around, brandishing the steel ladle as he charged forward. Just as he reached the stairs, he bent his legs and launched himself into the air, bringing the ladle down squarely on the forehead of the leading noble.

"CLANG!"

A crisp sound that shook the soul and made one's own forehead ache erupted, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Whether they were eating or serving food, everyone turned their gaze toward the scene.

After knocking one down—he didn't know the specific name—who went tumbling down the stairs, Huang Tian immediately swung at the second one.

While swinging the steel ladle with such force that it whistled through the air, he cursed loudly, his voice filled with the explosive temper of Li Yunlong.

"Rules, are they?"

"Nobles, are they?"

"Think you're hot shit, do you?"

"Bullying the weak, are you?"

"Looking down on others, are you?"

"Need a dose of reality, do you?"

Clang, clang, clang—the sound of the steel ladle making intimate contact with skulls was so crisp, like a percussion instrument, that it made people's hearts tighten and their bodies tremble.

Tang San was dumbfounded, Xiao Wu was dumbfounded, Wang Sheng was dumbfounded, the Work-Study Students were dumbfounded, the cafeteria auntie was dumbfounded, and everyone in the cafeteria was dumbfounded.

Only the nobles who had been occupying the stairs were either clutching their heads and howling in agony or paralyzed with terror, their faces drained of all color.

After two seconds of stunned shock, Xiao Wu let out a loud cry, her eyes instantly lighting up.

With an excited expression, she rushed forward, kicked a noble who was trying to escape off the side of the stairs, and dove into the crowd, throwing punches and beating them even more enthusiastically than Huang Tian.