He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Chu Sheng, carrying his large porcelain cup, strolled up behind Yang Guang, looking just like a top henchman of a mafia boss.

He smiled as he watched Wang Hao add insult to injury: "My friend, Brother Guang wants you to smile, but don't hold it in, or you might go into a qi deviation."

Wang Hao's lips twitched violently.

Humiliation!

This is so damn humiliating!

To think that he, a rich second-generation, was forced to laugh in front of the whole class.

But looking at Yang Guang's ambiguous smile and the large porcelain cup in Chu Sheng's hand that looked so heavy it could kill someone, he couldn't help but notice.

Wang Hao swallowed.

He forcefully tugged at the muscles in his face, squeezing out a smile that was a hundred times uglier than constipation.

That smile was uglier than a grimace.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Yang Guang shook his head, looking disgusted: "Brother Feixiang, your smile is too perfunctory, it's not sincere at all."

"I see your forehead is dark, and you exude an aura of misfortune."

"Did we run into something unclean again?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Hao's forced smile froze instantly, his legs went weak, and he almost slid off his chair and under the table.

Wang Hao was so frightened that tears almost welled up in his eyes. He waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't scare me. I've been diligently reciting the Great Compassion Mantra at home every day lately."

"They don't even dare to leave the house!"

Yang Guang stretched out his right hand and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together: "Chanting scriptures is useless."

"You need to find a professional for this kind of thing."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow at Wang Hao: "Internal price, 20,000 for a peace charm."

"For the sake of our classmates, I'll give you a broken bone, how about 38,000?"

Wang Hao was almost in tears.

This is a robbery, isn't it?

This isn't a discount, this is practically trying to break my legs!

Moreover.

Why do others only get 20,000, but you want me to get 38,000?

And if a peace charm costs 38,000, why don't you just rob a bank?

Wang Hao glared at Yang Guang through gritted teeth, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Wang Hao forced out these words through gritted teeth, his voice trembling like a leaf: "Yang Guang, don't go too far!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and immediately put his hands in his pockets.

He pursed his lips and said nonchalantly, "Alright, alright."

"Look at you, you coward."

"It's been so long, and you still haven't made any progress."

"Just kidding."

Yang Guang sighed, his face full of disappointment: "Why are you so easily amused now?"

"It's boring."

Wang Hao was completely stunned when he heard this.

What is that?

Are you kidding me?

He almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

So all that worrying and fear was just a joke you played on me?

Wang Hao felt a lump in his throat, unable to exhale or exhale, his face turning a deep purplish-red, but he dared not lash out and could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Yang Guang ignored him and turned to Chu Sheng behind him: "Fatty, we're all classmates from now on."

"Don't just stand there like a gatekeeper, hurry up and introduce yourself."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng immediately perked up.

He walked onto the podium with a chuckle, carrying a large porcelain cup engraved with golden Sanskrit characters.

As he walked, his fat body jiggled, causing the wooden floor of the podium to creak under the weight.

Yang Guang swaggered to the back of the classroom, found an empty seat, plopped down, and put his legs up on the desk, acting like a big shot.

Chu Sheng stood on the podium and cleared his throat.

He picked up the chalk, turned around, and quickly wrote two large characters on the blackboard.

Chu Sheng.

After finishing writing, he turned around and looked at the whole class with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Chu Sheng."

"From now on, we'll all be eating from the same pot. If you have money, support us financially; if you don't, support us by being there."

The whole class looked at the two words on the blackboard and listened to this opening speech that sounded like a street performer's act.

The entire classroom fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

One word naturally came to everyone's mind.

brute?

Someone in the class couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This was like setting off a powder keg.

The whole class burst into laughter instantly.

They burst into laughter, slamming their fists on the table and banging on the chairs: "Good heavens, who came up with this name?"

"That's a ruthless person!"

"These parents named their child so carelessly, it must have been a free gift with a phone plan!"

"Chu Sheng?"

"This name is absolutely brilliant!"

Chu Sheng wasn't annoyed by the laughter of his classmates. He simply raised one hand to his chest and made what he considered a very standard Buddhist hand gesture.

The Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist swayed twice.

"Amitabha."

Chu Sheng said solemnly, "Please, esteemed benefactors, do not make fun of me."

"This humble monk... oh no, I used to be a monk, but I recently left the monastic life."

"My master gave me the Dharma name 'Porcelain Cup,' but you can just call me Fatty from now on."

The laughter in the classroom stopped abruptly as soon as he said that.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the fat man holding a large porcelain cup on the podium, as if he were an alien.

Everyone's expression turned strange when they saw him.

Especially when they heard that this guy was a monk who had left the monastic life.

His expression became even stranger.

monk?

Do monks eat this well these days?

Look how fat he is!

That fat body must weigh at least 250 pounds, right?

"Is this guy in charge of the canteen at the temple?"

"This is outrageous! The wine and meat pass through his intestines, so it seems like Buddha just made his home inside him!"

"You call this a monk?"

"This is clearly the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha!"

Faced with the whole class's complaints, Chu Sheng didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he patted his round belly triumphantly.

"Don't let my weight fool you, I have a deep understanding of Buddhism."

"To make a good impression on everyone, I'll show you my special skill."

talking.

Chu Sheng deftly pulled a small speaker from his large trouser pocket.

It was slammed onto the lectern with a loud thud.

With a simple press of the switch, ambient lighting on the speaker instantly illuminated like a running light, flashing red, yellow, blue, and green.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom..."

The deafening DJ music instantly filled the entire Senior Three Class Two.

The whole class was dumbfounded.

Chu Sheng then took out a wired microphone from another pocket and plugged it into the speaker.

He held a large porcelain cup in one hand and a microphone in the other.

He started shouting at the top of his lungs.

"I drink alone and get drunk!"

……

"Bodhi has no tree, nor is my bright mirror a stand!"

……

"Friends on the left, friends on the right, let me see your hands!"

"Follow this humble monk's lead, and together we'll ascend to paradise!"

The whole class was stunned by this display of skill.

They were all dumbfounded.

Which mental hospital did this Fahai escape from?

Can monks also do rap?

And why do these lyrics sound so eerie?

What does it mean to ascend to paradise with you early?

Is this some kind of impromptu ritual to send the entire class to the afterlife?