Yu Xiaogang Learned He Had Defecated in Public and Coughed Up Blood in Rage Before Fainting

In the end, the dean and several staff members cleaned up Yu Xiaogang and Tang San. After learning what had happened, the dean could not bring himself to blame Meng Chen.

More than two hours later, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San gradually woke up after being treated by support Soul Masters.

When they learned that while unconscious, they had lost control of their bladders in front of so many students and teachers—and had even defecated—their expressions became exceedingly grim.

Yu Xiaogang in particular looked paler than a corpse. Shame, fury, and resentment intertwined across his stiff face.

He had lived for so many years and endured countless sneers. He had been called trash and mocked as a toad lusting after swan meat.

Yet never before had his dignity been so thoroughly trampled beneath someone's feet, ground into the dirt, and humiliated!

Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot as he panted like an ox. His throat bobbed, and a metallic sweetness rose up within him.

"Pfft!!!"

Overcome by fury, Yu Xiaogang spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. His breath weakened, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from rage once more.

"Teacher!" Tang San was frantic when he saw Yu Xiaogang vomit blood and pass out.

Teacher, don't pass out! What am I supposed to do if you do? I may have wet myself too, but you defecated! You have to draw their attention away from me!

Tang San no longer cared about the saying that a teacher for a day was a father for life, nor did he care about the Tang Sect etiquette that had once been carved into his bones.

He kept pinching Yu Xiaogang's philtrum and stimulating his acupoints, forcibly rousing him.

Yu Xiaogang slowly came to, only to remember that he had defecated in front of so many people. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted again.

Seeing this, Tang San silently cursed Yu Xiaogang for having such poor mental fortitude. So what if he defecated? It's not as if he'd been castrated.

He stimulated Yu Xiaogang's acupoints again and woke him once more.

This time, Yu Xiaogang did not faint again. He turned his head toward the dean sitting nearby. His bloodstained lips parted, and his voice came out halting and trembling, as though he might croak at any moment.

"Ex... expel that Meng... Meng Chen..."

After hearing this, the dean hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Sorry, Xiaogang, I can't expel that child."

Expel Meng Chen? What a joke.

He was indeed close friends with Yu Xiaogang, but he was also the dean of Notting Academy.

A peerless genius whose first Soul Ring was a thousand-year Soul Ring had emerged from his academy. He was thrilled beyond measure—how could he possibly expel him?

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold on. His head tilted to one side, and he fainted yet again.

This time, no matter what Tang San did, he would not wake up.

The dean stood and turned to leave the infirmary.

As he reached the door, he stopped and looked back. "Tang San, when your teacher wakes up, tell him to take you and leave Notting Academy."

"It isn't that I'm driving you away. But after all this, it won't be easy for either of you to remain at the academy."

After hearing this, Tang San watched the dean's departing back, and a trace of hatred surfaced in his eyes.

It was all Meng Chen's fault. He had made both Tang San and his teacher lose so much face, and now they were being driven out of Notting Academy.

And that dean too—he claimed to be his teacher's friend, yet now he was kicking them while they were down. He has earned the right to die!

After the commotion on the training ground at noon, Meng Chen's name spread throughout Notting Academy. In an instant, he went from an unnoticed nobody to an idol in the eyes of the students.

After school that afternoon, a crowd of students surrounded Meng Chen on the training ground, all talking at once as they asked how he had absorbed a thousand-year Soul Ring and whether there was some secret to it.

"Luck. It was all just luck."

Facing his enthusiastic classmates, Meng Chen looked helpless and repeatedly insisted that he had merely gotten lucky.

"Wow, it's so lively here! What are you all gathered around for?"

A familiar, playful voice rang out from beyond the crowd.

Meng Chen looked over and spotted a pair of pink rabbit ears. His eyes lit up, and he asked the students surrounding him to make way.

It was Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu wore a white dress, her rabbit ears twitching as curiosity showed on her little face.

When the crowd parted and Meng Chen walked out, Xiao Wu revealed a surprised expression.

"A-Chen, it's you! Why are they all surrounding you?"

"It's a long story. Have you eaten yet? Come on, I'll take you out for something good."

Meng Chen had been looking for a way to shake off the students around him. As he spoke, he took hold of Xiao Wu's slender arm and smilingly led her toward the academy gates.

Along the way, Meng Chen told Xiao Wu what had happened at noon. Naturally, he left out the part about Yu Xiaogang defecating, lest Xiao Wu lose her appetite.

"Serves him right. Tang San deserved a good beating. If I'd known, I would've come back earlier so I could've kicked him a couple of times too."

Xiao Wu regretfully waved her fist. Meng Chen reached over and rubbed her head with a smile. "Next time. If Tang San dares bother you again, we'll teach him a lesson."

"Mm-hmm!" Xiao Wu nodded, a hint of eagerness appearing in her pink eyes.

To celebrate Tang San and Yu Xiaogang being beaten into a miserable state, Meng Chen took Xiao Wu to the most luxurious hotel in Notting City.

It was said that a single dish here cost one silver Soul Coin. Even Soul Masters might not be able to afford a meal here.

Looking at the hotel's lavish decor and the beautiful hostesses standing at the entrance, Xiao Wu tugged on Meng Chen's sleeve and whispered:

"A-Chen, how about we go somewhere else?"

"This place is fine. Don't worry about money—I'm somewhat well-off now."

Meng Chen took out the Gold Soul Card Ye Cixin had given him from the Bone Dragon Ring, waved it in front of Xiao Wu, and pulled her into the Deno Grand Hotel.

"Welcome to the Deno Grand Hotel. Are you two little ones here for a meal, or—?"

The hostess bent down to ask Meng Chen, while also noticing the Gold Soul Card in his hand.

Meng Chen said, "We're here to eat."

"Of course, little ones. Please follow me."

The hostess led the way. The hotel's interior was resplendent in gold and jade, with a faint fragrance of incense filling the air. Walking across the soft carpet, Xiao Wu felt as though she were stepping on clouds.

It was Xiao Wu's first time eating in such a luxurious place, and she was a little nervous. She held tightly onto Meng Chen's arm and would not let go.

When they reached the restaurant, Meng Chen booked a small private room.

A waiter brought over a menu, and Meng Chen handed it to Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, you pick the dishes."

Xiao Wu looked at the exquisite pictures of the dishes and their prices, which often cost several silver Soul Coins, and did not know what to order.

Her lodging fee for an entire semester was only two silver Soul Coins. That was not even enough to pay for one dish on the menu.

Seeing this, Meng Chen took back the menu. After glancing through it, he did not order much—just four dishes and a soup.

"That's too much." Xiao Wu looked at the price. The total came to one gold Soul Coin and four silver Soul Coins, and she hurriedly asked Meng Chen to order less.

Meng Chen smiled. "Don't worry, we can finish it. Besides, I didn't eat lunch either."

Before long, the dishes were brought to the table one after another. They looked, smelled, and tasted wonderful, with exquisite presentation and generous portions.

Meng Chen first placed a large chicken drumstick into Xiao Wu's bowl, then picked up a huge pork knuckle and started gnawing on it. Appearances meant nothing to him—he simply ate however he felt comfortable.

Seeing Meng Chen eat so heartily, Xiao Wu abandoned her chopsticks as well. She grabbed a chicken drumstick nearly as large as her face and began gnawing on it.

"Mmm! A-Chen, this drumstick is so delicious! It's even better than the food at the academy!"

"Mm-hmm, and the skin on this pork knuckle is so soft and sticky. It melts the moment it enters your mouth..."

Meanwhile, in the academy infirmary.

Tang San sat beside Yu Xiaogang, eating steamed buns he had bought from the cafeteria and washing them down with cold water.

He viciously bit into the bun as though it were Meng Chen, venting the resentment in his heart.

Looking at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, as well as the strange looks he had received on the way to and from the cafeteria, Tang San gnashed his teeth, his hatred soaring to the heavens.

"Meng Chen, this is all your fault!!!"