A Tailor-Made Dead End

Yu Xiaogang was embarrassed, and Tang San was somewhat embarrassed too. If his teacher took off his pants and exposed his Buttocks in public, wouldn't he, the disciple, lose face as well?

He was somewhat resentful toward Bai Yu. However, Bai Yu squeezed through the crowd and walked in, then whispered to Tang San:

"Little San, don't worry about losing face. No Soul Master can guarantee where they might be injured in battle. Your teacher's injury was an accident, but helping him remove the poison shows your sincere devotion. The more embarrassing the place where your teacher was injured, the greater you are!"

Tang San's eyes lit up. Xiao Yu made sense!

I sacrificed so much to help my teacher remove the poison. Doesn't that perfectly show that I, Tang San, value loyalty and righteousness?

Tang San looked at Great Master, his gaze blazing. He was practically telling Yu Xiaogang outright, "Teacher, just take off your pants!"

Yu Xiaogang sensed Tang San's gaze and felt annoyed. How the hell could I take off my pants in public?

[Plot: Yu Xiaogang was unwilling to take off his pants in public and show his wound]

Bai Yu removed the word "un," changing "unwilling" to "willing."

With Bai Yu's alteration, an inexplicable thought suddenly arose in Yu Xiaogang's mind. He wanted to take off his pants, desperately wanted to. He did not care even if people were present—the more people, the better!

Without another word, Yu Xiaogang bent over and took off his pants!

The crowd instantly cried out in shock. The girls covered their eyes one after another, while the men were even more dumbfounded, unable to understand why Yu Xiaogang had taken off his pants.

Weren't you supposed to show your wound?

How was this any different from acting like a hooligan?

Yu Xiaogang announced loudly:

"Look! My wound is on my Buttocks!"

He stuck out his Buttocks, displaying the hideous wound that had already begun to heal.

Everyone's gazes shifted away from his pitifully tiny little Xiaogang and toward the wound on his Buttocks. Someone nodded.

"Mm, it does indeed look like Mandala Snake venom."

Yu Xiaogang shook his Buttocks and said smugly:

"See? We killed a four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake. Would I lie about that?"

At that moment, someone else asked:

"You said just now that Tang San helped you remove the poison. How did he do it?"

Tang San was extremely embarrassed, but for the sake of his reputation, he still raised his head and declared loudly:

"The situation was urgent at the time, so I sucked the poison out for my teacher!"

The moment those words came out, everyone fell silent.

The atmosphere turned subtle for a moment. Just as everyone was about to die of embarrassment, someone suddenly sighed:

"Tang San risked himself to save his teacher. What a good disciple!"

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and echoed the sentiment:

"Yes, Tang San really is a good disciple!"

"Great Master is blessed."

"Yes, yes."

Tang San's vanity was greatly satisfied. He subconsciously turned around, only to find that Bai Yu had vanished.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the crowd, Bai Yu, who had led the exclamation, quietly left the area.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang strode toward Yu Xiaogang's office with their heads held high, like generals returning victorious. One was swollen with vanity because his reputation had soared. The other was thoroughly satisfied because he had taken off his pants in public.

The crowd made way for them with strange expressions. After watching the two enter the office, the scene fell quiet for several seconds before becoming noisy again.

"Oh dear, I just remembered that I haven't brought in my clothes yet. I'm going to collect them, hehehe."

"I haven't washed the dishes yet either. I'm off to wash dishes, hahaha."

"Ahem, let's disperse, let's disperse. Hehehe."

Everyone left wearing amused smiles.

Inside the office, Tang San watched the crowd disperse through the window and frowned.

"Something's wrong. Why did they leave so quickly?"

According to his plan, they should have continued singing his praises!

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang walked over as well. Tang San subconsciously turned to look at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

"Teacher, could you put your pants back on?"

The next day, as Tang San and Yu Xiaogang walked through the school, they suddenly heard many unpleasant rumors.

"Did you hear? Yesterday, some pervert took off his pants right at the school gate!"

"Really?"

"It's true. I heard it was pitifully small!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened.

Tang San's expression stiffened.

Master and disciple looked at each other, utterly bewildered.

How had it turned out like this?

"How did it turn out like this? Hehe, two idiots."

In Bai Yu's small room, he sat by the window, admiring the scenery as he spoke in a voice only he could hear:

"Isn't it obvious? Tang San thought everyone would praise him for risking himself to save his teacher? He was dreaming. Yu Xiaogang wasn't some positive figure. He was a clown who boasted without even drafting a script! He risked himself to save a clown, and he still expected praise?"

"Of course, if Tang San were smart, he could slowly release the news and guide public opinion. He might have been able to build up his image. Unfortunately, Tang San and Great Master were both the kind of people who wanted to have their cake and eat it too while desperately saving face. They could never be that patient."

"And under my alteration, Great Master took off his pants on the spot, while Tang San immediately said that he had sucked the poison out for Great Master. Everyone would naturally imagine the positions the two of them were in. Wouldn't the rumors spread on their own? After all, neither of them had a good reputation."

"Besides, what could Tang San use to prove that they killed a four-hundred-year-old Mandala Snake? A Four-Year Soul Ring? Even if everything had gone smoothly before this, and everyone had been moved by his act of risking himself to save his teacher, once he failed to produce a four-hundred-year Soul Ring, everyone would immediately think the entire story was something those two made up."

Thinking this, Bai Yu's lips curved upward.

With Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's intelligence, even after being sold by him, they would still help him count the money.

Of course he had to help Tang San publicize his deeds. After all, he was Tang San's good brother. Since Tang San had risked himself to save his teacher, he naturally had to spread the news far and wide so the whole world would know!

But how the world viewed and spread the matter was none of his concern. Tang San and Great Master had terrible reputations, after all. So whenever anything happened to them, people would instinctively assume the worst. Public opinion would naturally begin smearing this master-disciple pair.

It was the same principle as "the victor becomes king, the loser a bandit." Once the victor won, scholars would naturally come forward to justify him. Once the loser lost, everything was up to the victor to say.

If Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had good reputations, scholars would naturally argue on their behalf. But unfortunately, their reputations were bad—extremely bad. One was a sodomite Fart King, while the other was a lunatic idiot.

Moreover, once Tang San's Four-Year Soul Ring appeared after some time, even the small group of onlookers who stood by Tang San with a "judge the matter, not the person" mindset would instantly switch sides.

After all, Yu Xiaogang said they had been poisoned because they were hunting a Mandala Snake. He said they had successfully killed the Mandala Snake. So where was the Soul Ring?

No Soul Ring? Then what bullshit were you talking about?

This was a dead end, a tailor-made dead end Bai Yu had created for Tang San and Great Master!

Bai Yu could foresee that, over the next period of time, Tang San and Master would be utterly disgraced. Meanwhile, Bai Yu would become Tang San's only trusted good brother, pushing Tang San step by step into the abyss until Tang San completely vanished without ever understanding why!

After all, they were both transmigrators, and neither was willing to live under another's thumb. One mountain could not contain two tigers. Sooner or later, there would be a battle. It was destined.

In other words, the two had been enemies from the very beginning. Bai Yu was merely making every possible use of Tang San to improve himself before finding an opportunity to kill him in the end!