Although mocking the Director of the Political Education Department, a figure of legendary terror and the head of the Four Great Terrorists, in front of everyone was truly a reckless act, the truth was, it was simply irresistible!

  Even those who prided themselves on being the type of person who had undergone rigorous training and would never ugh, no matter how absurd the situation, would be unable to hold back at this moment!

  Who could have predicted such a dramatic twist?

  Originally, everyone had assumed that once he entered the cssroom, he would swiftly "cut through the chaos" and resolve the "biohazard" unfolding in the back row in no time at all.

  However, what transpired was far beyond anyone's expectations. The Director, already in a state of furious rage, ended up delivering a moment so memorable it could be considered the highlight of his career!

  Of course, the "Queen of Farts and Laughter" was no slouch either. In the crucial moment, she remained exceptionally calm. With a swift, graceful sidestep- reminiscent of the legendary 'Matrix' move- she effortlessly dodged the lethal blow.

  This, in turn, led to the Director being unable to react in time, his back turned and completely blind to the attack. The result? A direct hit to the face, and his once-pristine "Rex" sungsses were reduced to the most disastrous of fates!

  In that moment, Dublin El Murrin- unfortunately smacked by the foul stench- felt his heart bleed.

  ...

  My precious sungsses...!

  AAAHHH!!!

  ...

  At that very instant, his misfortune was the purest form of joy for the third-year css students observing from the corridor outside the cssroom. They were filled with amusement, yet also relieved:

  “Holy hell, thank goodness we didn't try to stop the two 'kings' from their epic battle. Who could possibly stand up to that?”

  "I have to admit, the csh between the Queen of Farts and the Poop King is not something anyone could insert themselves into... the terrifying part is, the Director of the Political Education Department isn’t exactly just anyone anymore, is he?"

  "Ahahaha I'm dying of ughter here! Look at that Director’s face, covered in shit, and he still dares to pick a fight with our css?"

  "I have a feeling our css’s reputation is done for. Why does it feel like all the 'legendary' big shots are in Css 3?"

  "This requires some background! If we trace it back, the one to bme is none other than the pestilent wizard. That guy’s got some strange aura about him. Trust me, you never want to mess with him!"

  "Our css actually has a lot of beautiful, talented girls too, like Xanthia, Luciel, and Elena La Loannou. Their presence has definitely raised our happiness levels. Perhaps it’s because the heavens are too kind to us, making us unaware of our fortune, and thus sent the 'king' figures to bestow divine punishment…"

  "Thankfully, the delinquents in our back row have enough experience with dodging 'biohazard crises.' It’s a shame the Director didn’t believe in fate and had to step in to take the divine punishment himself- he totally deserves it!"

  ...

  Although Dublin’s heart was bleeding, he had no time to care about the joy radiating from the students in the hallway. With great effort, he suppressed the stench and began to fulfill his duties as the Director of the Political Education Department.

  With a loud, commanding voice, he demanded, “What are your names?! Why are you defecating in the cssroom and having a snowball fight... no, a shit fight?!”

  As always, Dublin’s tone was booming, fitting his usual style. Yet, both Matthew and Hera remained eerily silent.

  They probably thought that silence was golden-that it might reduce their punishment, helping them to maintain some shred of dignity.

  But unfortunately for them, a certain hidden hand was at work. They didn’t even have the luxury of staying quiet.

  The moment Matthew encountered the "True Voice" skill once again, he immediately blurted out his inner thoughts: "Why are you shouting so damn loudly? My name is Matthew Tan! And why am I defecating in the cssroom? Isn’t it because the cafeteria’s food is garbage? This goddamn school is far worse than the Foreign Language High. Damn it all to hell!"

  In his extreme fury, Matthew’s spoken thoughts matched the volume of his anger, making him come off as outrageously arrogant.

  The most terrifying thing, without a doubt, was the fact that he had the audacity to speak directly into Dublin’s face. The stench he exhaled was utterly revolting-an unmistakable smell of excrement-courtesy of the fact that he had just been force-fed his own feces by Hera.

  Although he had expelled a considerable amount, his tongue was still stained yellow, the taste lingering-overpowering and unmistakable. Naturally, his breath carried the same foul odour.

  Caught off guard, Dublin, of course, found himself in the thick of it. What in the world had he expected? He certainly hadn’t anticipated this kind of madness from Css 3!

  The shift in his mental state could best be described as follows:

  Good news: At st, this opportunity to set an example for the css had arrived, and it seemed like there would be no interference from Xanthia.

  Bad news: The two students fighting in the cssroom had chosen feces as their weapon of choice, and worse still, I ended up with it spttered across my face!

  Good news: My presence alone was enough to restore order; the chaos was swiftly quelled. I am, after all, the Head of Student Body Disciplinary Committee-no small matter.

  Bad news: The boy who just threw feces at my face is insufferably arrogant. His breath was abominable-why on earth does Css 3 seem to be full of such wild and unruly troublemakers?

  ...

  Dublin soon found himself understanding the root cause of this madness. This cursed Css 3, he realized, had been packed full of well-connected individuals-thanks to none other than the infuriating Hercuno El Monterro!

  It was Hercuno who had insisted on filling the css with his own “connections”, and it was also his greed that had led to the cafeteria’s pitiful state. Yet here he was, left to shoulder the bme for the mess!

  Despite always bowing and scraping before the old headmaster Hercuno El Monterro, Dublin couldn't help but resent him in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that his future career depended on Hercuno’s favor, he certainly wouldn’t have swallowed his pride so willingly.

  As for Matthew, he had no qualms in bming the cafeteria. That was his first, genuine reaction. Having only recently transferred to Css 3, he hadn’t yet experienced the full pgue of the css’s reputation.

  Today, his disappointment with the cafeteria had reached a peak. His stomach had been uneasy after lunch, but he’d managed to endure it. However, he hadn’t expected that his discomfort would ter turn into a full-scale ambush, courtesy of Hera!

  When she unleashed her attack, unching the two of them into what could only be described as a 'nuclear biohazard', it validated Matthew’s earlier suspicion: the cafeteria was indeed at the root of the problem!

  They had, after all, dined together at the same time. To make their meal more varied, they had ordered complementary dishes. As a result, the variety had indeed increased... but so too had the likelihood of catastrophe.

  It was almost comical-earlier, they had shared a pleasant lunch, side by side, comrades in arms. Who could have predicted that things would devolve so dramatically after?

  Matthew attributed the chaos rgely to Hera’s emotional votility. She was the kind of girl who acted without thought, driven by her own impulses, and prone to wreaking havoc wherever she went.

  He had almost forgotten that it was his own careless words that had caused the rift. It had been he who had unmasked her-revealing her to be the very "mastermind" and "conspirator" she had always strived to conceal. And all of this, when they had both agreed to keep such matters secret!

  Hera despised betrayal and exposure. She absolutely loathed Matthew-the pampered heir to a wealthy familia. If only he were more like the previous student, Kenny, who at least had the sense to keep quiet. At least then, she wouldn’t have suffered such retaliation.

  At this moment, Dublin, managing to suppress his votile temper, realized that Matthew’s identity was more complex than he had assumed. And so, he refrained from issuing any harsh words towards him. Instead, he turned to the girl whose face was caked in dried excrement-a grotesque visage, as though she had participated in some sort of grotesque “feces cake battle.”

  "Now, it's your turn," he began, his tone measured, if not a little sardonic. "What is your name, and why does your face appear as it does? Expin the events that led to this... misfortune."

  One had to admit, Hera, even in the face of such a humiliating disaster, did not resort to tears-quite the contrary. This girl was no ordinary student. She had built her reputation as a schemer and a bully ever since her junior school days. Clearly, she had nerves of steel.

  With practiced ease, she twisted the narrative to her favor, her voice cool and dismissive: "My name is Hera. As for why my face is covered in excrement, well, that’s because this scoundrel-the ‘King of Feces’ himself-had the audacity to direct his rear at my face and unleash a violent burst of unimaginable force!"

  ShoujoDirector