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

The school leaders sitting in the back row of the stage were all frozen in shock.

The principal, who was standing right in the center, slipped the stainless steel thermos he was holding and it slammed onto the table with a "bang".

He didn't even notice when the scalding hot goji berry tea spilled onto his trousers.

He suddenly stood up, his legs staggering backward, and he raised his hands to cover his mouth and nose tightly.

My stomach churned violently.

The vice principal next to him was even more straightforward; he turned around, grabbed the metal railing on the side of the stage, and started frantically fertilizing the green belt below.

He even vomited up the meat buns he ate that morning.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the thousands of teachers and students in the audience erupted in cheers.

The students in the front row retreated like madmen.

They pushed and shoved each other.

Some people even lost their shoes while running away.

I was terrified that the droppings from the sky would fly onto me with the wind.

The students in the back rows all took out their phones, pointed their cameras at the stage, and the flashes went off everywhere.

at the same time.

A plume of black smoke, absolutely invisible to the naked eye, slowly rose from above Wang Hao's head, who was lying on the ground.

Black smoke swirled twice in mid-air around the crazed headmaster.

Then he traversed half the playground, shoved into Yang Guang's pocket, and crawled into the yellow talisman covered in cinnabar.

Yang Guang stood in the crowd, grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

This is a max-level social death experience card; the service is absolutely top-notch.

Making him perform an upside-down spraying act in front of more than 3,000 teachers and students will be a humiliation etched into his very DNA.

Even after he dies and lies in an urn, passing dogs will remember his glorious deeds of the day.

Even though some people are dead, they are still alive, aren't they?

Yang Guang couldn't help but ponder, "They say saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I've saved his life, so I suppose I've accumulated a lot of merit, right?"

Hey.

I'm so kind.

Wang Hao, who was on stage, collapsed to the ground after Lin Ran left.

He's lying sprawled out on the platform right now.

He opened his eyes groggily, his mind blank.

Before he could react, an extremely strong and pungent stench instantly filled his nostrils.

He sniffed hard.

Holy crap!

It almost made him throw up!

Did the school's septic tank explode?

Why does it smell so strongly of poop?

Wang Hao braced himself with one hand on the ground, trying to sit up straight, when he saw the head of the teaching department gesturing wildly about a meter away from him.

That round face, which usually had a stern expression and scolded people, was now covered with yellowish-brown, granular filth.

There were even a few drops clinging to the head teacher's eyelashes.

Wang Hao's stomach suddenly clenched, and he moved his buttocks back with extreme disgust.

What exactly did Old Deng do?

Did it fall into a cesspool, eat its fill, and then climb out?

Don't mess with me!

Can you afford to pay for my newly bought limited edition designer sportswear if you get it dirty?

Wang Hao braced himself with both hands and continued to back away.

Just then.

He felt uneasy.

There was still a lingering warmth in my pocket.

He instinctively wiped his face and brought it to his nose to smell.

"vomit!"

Wang Hao's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted on the spot.

next second.

A memory so vivid it made him want to disappear into the ground rushed over, freezing him in place.

This isn't like the head of the teaching department falling into a cesspool!

Did I pull this myself?

Not only did I poop, but I also flew upside down?

Did they even treat the head of the teaching department to a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?

Wang Hao gripped his hair tightly with both hands, while countless mobile phone cameras below the stage were pointed at him.

A tidal wave of voices completely overwhelmed him.

This moment.

He truly experienced what it meant to be worse than dead.

Destroy it.

Hurry up.

Why hasn't the world exploded yet?

in the crowd.

Yang Guang seized the opportunity and suddenly jumped onto a nearby cement flower bed, cupping his hands around his mouth to make a giant megaphone shape.

Engage your dantian (lower abdomen) to generate power.

A powerful voice instantly pierced through the noise of the entire playground: "Squad Leader!"

"You really go for it when there's trouble (poop)!"

"As expected of our excellent class monitor from Class 3, Grade 11!"

Yang Guang shouted at the top of his lungs, jumping and leaping excitedly on the flowerbed: "This incredible fortune has finally been caught by the director!"

"What a record!"

"I, Yang Guang, am the first to admit defeat!"

"Everyone stand up!"

"Salute to our Splatoons!"

These few shouts came out.

The wind direction across the entire playground completely changed.

The boys were still nauseous and vomiting.

At this moment, Yang Guang's words ignited their inner "the thrill of the show" DNA.

"Our squad leader is awesome!"

"Flying freely is awesome!"

Laughter soared into the sky.

Even residents on the next two streets could hear it.

Wang Hao slumped onto the stage, covering his face with his hands, and scrambled to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort loudly.

As soon as I opened my mouth, a strong odor rushed into my mouth.

"vomit……"

He looked down and vomited violently onto the ground.

Totally desperate.

Ruined.

I'll never be able to hold my head high at Fengdu No. 3 Middle School again in this lifetime! Why won't you let me die?!

Wang Hao slumped down in the filthy center of the platform, listening to the raucous laughter surging like a tide from the playground. He had completely collapsed, both physically and mentally.

He stared blankly at his head, his mind suddenly flashing back to the scenes from last night, like a movie playing in his head.

Although it's not entirely certain whether it actually belongs to Yang Guangqian.

Does it still matter now?

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing over the many figures.

They accurately located Yang Guang, who was squatting on the flower bed, frantically slapping his thigh.

Yang Guang was laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted energetically towards the podium, "Squad leader, don't stop!"

"This level of artistic skill is incredible!"

"One more!"

The anger ignited by extreme humiliation in Wang Hao's heart completely broke through the defenses of reason at this moment.

"Yang Guang!"

"It must have been you! I'll kill you!"

Wang Hao let out a fierce roar, his voice hoarse and distorted.

He braced himself on the ground with his right hand, and with a jerk, he stood up.

Because of the vigorous movements, my stomach started to feel uncomfortable again.

The back door also started to rebel.

Fuck!

Not important anymore!

For someone who is so dead that even his ashes smell foul, there is nothing in this world that he can fear.

He has only one thought in mind right now.

Let's drag Yang Guang down with us to our deaths!

He wanted Yang Guang to experience the taste of this "unprecedented wealth"!

With red eyes, Wang Hao looked like a demon crawling out of a cesspool in hell, and jumped off the edge of the platform, which was more than a meter high.

"Bang!"

He landed right at the front of the class line.

The girls there were watching the show while covering their noses, but when they saw a heavily armed bio-engineered soldier with pockets full of tan sacks fall from the sky, their screams instantly ripped the roof off the school building.

"Run!"

"The bio-engineered soldiers are coming down!"

"Help!"

"He has splash damage, damn it!"