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  Chapter 148: Css 3 Becomes the Most Coveted Css

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  One cannot help but admit that this Saturday seemed to drag on interminably.

  It was all the fault of the two "kings" in Year 1 Css 3, whose "climactic battle" at the back of the cssroom was simply too extraordinary to ignore.

  When the school-wide reprimand was announced, coupled with the viral video circuting on the campus forums, the entire css- along with the two "kings"- was instantly thrust into the limelight!

  At first, the general impression of Year 1 Css 3, was rather positive.

  After all, there was Xanthia La Papadopoulos, a beautiful girl who embodied the ideal of "poor yet unwavering in the pursuit of lofty ambitions," with the grace of a "campus belle." She excelled academically, and her determination was particurly impressive. During the sports meet, she earned a gold medal in the 3000-meter race despite being injured, which further increased her fame. This bolstered the positive reputation of Year 1 Css 3.

  However, as the saying goes: "Bad news travels at the speed of light; good news travels like mosses."

  Xanthia had tried her best, leveraging her beauty and various positive achievements to bring honor to Year 1 Css 3. But as, her teammates were utterly incapable, were simply dragging her down!

  At the time, Xanthia's popurity still needed to build momentum, and it took a reversal of public opinion for her to gain even more fame. In contrast, Matthew and Hera shot to fame instantly, their rise explosive!

  Particurly "Poop King" Matthew, whose precise throw of- well, let's say- unpleasant material, perfectly struck the detestable Director Dublin, making his mark on the school in the most unforgettable manner.

  One of the forum users couldn't help but mockingly comment: "Director Dublin, a man who never needs to expin himself, the top of the terrors, such a domineering figure- yet when he met Year 1 Css 3, he was brutally smacked with excrement, leaving behind a severe psychological wound!"

  Even though the school-wide reprimand failed to mention the "glorious deed" of being struck by excrement, it was clear from Dublin’s reaction how deeply embarrassed he felt. The more he felt this way, the more the forum users celebrated, toasting their "Hero Poop King" for a job well done!

  Another user remarked, "Year 1 Css 3 is undoubtedly home to great terror. Any dog that so much as passes by is likely to be kicked and have its head shoved into... well, you get the idea. From now on, we must show respect to the big shots of Year 1 Css 3."

  Matthew’s personal information was quickly exposed, and thanks to the "bad news travels fast" effect, the infamous "poop incident" spread back to his former school, Thessaloniki Foreign Language High School.

  As expected, it caused a stir, particurly in Css 2, Year 11, where Susan’s css was known for being a top-tier liberal arts css with 54 students, 50 of them girls.

  With so many girls, gossip spread faster and wilder. A well-meaning individual wasted no time in passing the story of Matthew’s "poop incident" to Susan, eager to see if the young dy would find it amusing.

  Matthew was already infamous at Thessaloniki Foreign Language High School. This was due to his shameless and relentless pursuit of Susan, using the most cringe-worthy "domineering CEO" approach to court her, which only made people want to punch him, and naturally, his actions had sparked widespread anger.

  Susan, however, was not at all amused. Her expression remained utterly impassive, and her voice betrayed no emotion as she answered with a simple, "Who is this person?"

  The messenger froze in awkwardness, feeling that Matthew’s reputation had been utterly destroyed. He had once pursued Susan so openly, yet the young dy didn’t even remember him?

  After delivering her brief reply, Susan dismissively added, "Boring," and resumed her music, her pylist mostly consisting of songs by El La Fielso.

  Apart from music, she often watched El La Fielso's old MV’s, concert footage, and other videos, never tiring of them.

  Susan often thought back to her childhood and her cousin, Xanthia, who was less than a year younger. She still remembered her cousin’s birthday was on August 8th, while hers was on September 9th. Susan, a perfectionist Virgo, always felt this subtle connection between them.

  What had Xanthia become now?

  No matter what she had turned into, Susan was certain her cousin’s brilliance would never compare to El La Fielso’s, her idol, her subject of reverence.

  Her disappointment was palpable.

  She believed that their futures were destined to be like parallel lines- never crossing.

  How utterly boring, she thought.

  Susan hadn’t felt "interest" in a long time.

  The prodigy among geniuses standing at the peak of the highest mountain among mountain ranges, where the only way for her to go forward is to go down and hope to find another peak.

  The mere thought of the social banquet at the end of this month, held in honor of Dionysius’s birthday, only increased her annoyance.

  The "upper css" of society seemed to love holding such social gatherings, filled with superficiality. However, the wealthier, less influential individuals flocked to them, hoping to strike business deals, or even to "meet someone" for more personal reasons. These were the kinds of gatherings that could lead to all sorts of outcomes- anything from networking to less savory, more questionable encounters. Of course, without proper precautions, the consequences could be... less than pleasant.

  Dionysius himself wasn’t interested in such parties; he preferred to arrange a gathering with his peers, celebrating his birthday happily and privately.

  ...

  It was now the evening study period at Thessaloniki First High School, Year 1 Css 3.

  Now "Fart King" Hera and "Poop King" Matthew, naturally, were not in the cssroom. They likely needed some time to recover mentally and probably wouldn’t return until Monday.

  As the pioneers of exposing the truth behind the corrupt principal's reform, they would surely make an appearance on Monday during the fg-raising ceremony, where they would give a "speech under the national fg."

  But their situation was very different from Dionysius’s. Dionysius would be speaking with honor, sharing his study experience as a student representative. Hera and Matthew, on the other hand, would stand as negative examples, being forced to publicly reflect on their actions and promise never to engage in such "excremental" antics in css again.

  Their self-criticism was something to look forward to, especially since they had already agreed on a strategy: to bme the school cafeteria, holding nothing back, and then skillfully guide the public narrative, positioning themselves as "reform champions" to wash away their disgrace.

  Principal Hercuno was undoubtedly caught off guard by the thick-skinned audacity of these two. He had never imagined that after such an incident, they wouldn’t quietly transfer to another school but instead cling to their current one as if they were invincible.

  Had they been more reasonable, perhaps he would have found a way to convince them to transfer. But in the grand scheme, their actions could only be considered "fighting" under school rules. There was no strong case for expulsion, especially given their influential backgrounds. Hercuno was also far too eager to secure sponsor funding to risk severing ties over something as trivial as this.

  It was a pity, however, that the school rules didn’t account for such... creative forms of "fighting." Rest assured, the rules would soon be updated to reflect this peculiar situation:

  No defecating in the cssroom.No throwing excrement into another student’s mouth.No "poop fights."No throwing excrement at teachers (vioting this rule would result in the highest level of punishment).In the coming years, freshmen would surely be shocked to see such a rule in the student handbook. They would wonder which saintly individual had prompted the school to add such a bizarre regution.

  One could only say that Principal Hercuno had certainly learned a lesson from the experience. If he wanted to avoid further chaos, he’d need to revise the school rules.

  Meanwhile, Dublin, despite his humiliation, gained points in Hercuno’s eyes for his ability to endure and not press the matter further. But after this incident, his reputation took a major hit. Students who disliked him revelled in the online forums, celebrating his downfall and sharing champagne in virtual triumph.

  In spite of his misgivings about Year 1 Css 3, Dublin wasn’t going to back down from taking action against other csses. He knew that if he couldn’t handle the "css demons," at least he could still assert control over the others.

  As a result, the atmosphere in other cssrooms grew tense under his watchful eye, and the students could only vent their frustrations online, unable to escape his disciplinary reach.

  “It’s all well and good suppressing the tiger, but using excrement to do so? Good grief, I’m truly fbbergasted! How can Css 3 possibly have such a... degenerate genius?!”

  “The real issue is, aside from such bizarre talents, there’s also a stunning beauty like Xanthia in the mix! Now, that’s the true national treasure of their css! What do we have? Nothing!”

  “Is there anyone in our css who can stand tall and call for action? If someone dares to defecate on the spot, I shall be the first to grab that... and hurl it directly at that director’s face! I will lead the charge!”

  “Tch, stop with the online bravado. Let’s admit it, we’re all just keyboard warriors who dare only to boast behind screens. As for those oddballs in Css 3? When it’s time to act, they truly charge ahead- nothing but tough heads, those lot!”

  ...

  One cannot deny it. When the head of the Discipline and Education Office or for whatever reason the office keeps changing its name, Dublin, took a swing at the other first-year csses, he made an impeccable impression, quickly establishing his authority. Finally, these clueless freshmen were made to understand the kind of fear that the uppercssmen from the second and third years had once experienced under the rule of the Four Great Terrorists.

  However, this had the unexpected effect of turning Css 3 into something of a legendary status in the entire history of the school. No other css dared to mock them anymore, as if the “stench” of their css was cloaked in some divine aura. They no longer saw it as a curse but as a form of divine protection.

  When students from Css 3 walked through the campus now, they almost seemed to carry the wind with them. After all, even the dreaded Director had no sway over their css, seemingly “retreating” twice already, utterly defeated. Was he ever brave enough to try a counterattack?

  Internally, if anyone’s status had risen within Css 3, it was not Hera nor Matthew.

  To the other csses, they may have appeared as formidable figures who dared to confront Director’s intimidating presence, using their unparalleled mastery of ‘Holy Excrement Fire’ to withstand his "Impermanence Verbal Ssh"- even staining his precious gsses in the process. That battle, no doubt, had been a monumental moment for their css, a battle worthy to become legend in the annals of Thessaloniki First High School.

  Thus, it was clear: within Css 3, the student whose standing had risen the highest, who now held the title of “Pgue God,” was none other than the mild-mannered Dematero.

  Rumor had it that some whispered a poetic line reminiscence of a popur chinese xanxia-cultivation novel for Dematero:

  “At the end of the path of excrement, who stands at the peak? Only the Pgue God, who sees the path of excrement vanish into the void!”