Chapter 440: Truly Ruthless (Thanks to Book Friend 150 for the Silver Alliance!)

Liang Feifan "died," suffering social death in this school — at least, that was what he considered social death.

To tell the truth, high school students are all adults or close to it.

They wouldn't be like elementary schoolers, shouting "XXX fell in the toilet!" at the drop of a hat — too childish.

At most they'd badmouth him behind his back.

Face to face, they could still maintain normal interaction.

There would certainly be people gloating, but everyone was still classmates on the surface; it wouldn't go so far as to embarrass Liang Feifan.

The problem, unfortunately, was that Liang Feifan's former "status" had been too high.

He was quite handsome, did well in school, came from money, was class monitor, and aside from his treatment of Tang Luo, he was actually a decent person.

Not just in the class — in the whole grade, even the whole school, he was very popular.

An idol-tier student.

Then... he fell into a urinal, and got pissed on by several students who were in the middle of relieving themselves.

His halo shattered, his fantasy extinguished.

The gap was so huge it was hard to accept.

Especially the girls who used to love crowding around Liang Feifan — they couldn't help feeling a sense of disgust, wanting to keep some distance — that mental hurdle was very hard to cross.

Of course, they didn't get the chance to keep distance or not; someone seized the opening and slipped in.

After Liang Feifan struggled out of the urinal that afternoon, he ran off in tears without looking back; many people saw him reeking of urine as he bolted out the school gate.

Even the gate guard couldn't stop him.

He got into his family's car, which hadn't left yet, and sped away into the dust.

The next day, someone came to process Liang Feifan's transfer paperwork; no one saw Liang Feifan's face again.

Liang Feifan's three lackeys, hearing the news, shrank in their seats.

Done for! Done for!

Young Master Liang is gone, leaving only them to face Tang Luo's wrath and retaliation head-on.

Next time it'll be them getting thrown in; they don't have Young Master Liang's ability to just transfer schools — at the tail end of high school, they'd have to spend it reeking of piss?

No, our youth shouldn't be like this!

"No way! I'm going to tell the teacher! It was all Tang Luo's doing!"

Young Master Liang, who cared so much about face, ended up losing it completely; they couldn't follow in his footsteps.

But before they could file a preemptive complaint, the supervising teacher (homeroom teacher, different title) sought out Tang Luo first.

"Was it you who pushed your classmate Liang Feifan into the toilet?" That balding supervising teacher stared at Tang Luo, his expression and tone both very displeased.

He wished he could become Tang Luo's father, so he could righteously and legitimately beat the crap out of this guy.

"No." Tang Luo denied it cleanly.

The current him wasn't a holy monk, but a high schooler Tang Luo who only wanted a peaceful life.

For a peaceful life, a white lie was permissible.

Master Xuanzang always stood on the side of "reason" — whether logic or physics.

"Yesterday many people saw him enter the toilet together with you." The supervising teacher slammed the table.

"Going to the toilet together after class isn't a perfectly natural thing?" Tang Luo said, "He and I often went to the toilet together."

The supervising teacher's expression froze.

Indeed, Liang Feifan often invited Tang Luo to the toilet — to bully him.

He knew this very well; he'd just turned a blind eye. Liang Feifan had restraint; as long as things didn't blow up, it was fine.

"Then how did he fall into the urinal!" The supervising teacher switched topics, pursuing the crux.

"Probably because he liked it. You might not believe it, but the leave request the other day was because Liang Feifan loved the urinal so deeply he could no longer suppress the burning passion in his heart." Tang Luo said, "So he jumped in involuntarily."

"Don't believe me? Go ask others. Although we went in together, he jumped in himself."

That push of Tang Luo's, of course, couldn't leave any opening for anyone to catch.

From the eyewitness accounts at the scene, Liang Feifan's appearance really did look like he jumped in himself.

No one saw Tang Luo push Liang Feifan in.

"You'd better tell the truth. Someone already told me!" The supervising teacher wouldn't give up.

"Really has nothing to do with me." Tang Luo said, "I, Tang Luo, only want to live a peaceful life and get my diploma. Whoever doesn't let me live peacefully is my enemy."

"Are you threatening a teacher?" The supervising teacher's eyes widened, glaring with full imposing manner.

"Without a peaceful life, I'll get a rope and hang myself at his doorstep." Tang Luo continued.

"..."

The supervising teacher instantly fell silent.

This kid — could it be that Liang Feifan and his bunch bullied him so badly he's nearly crazy now?

From the look of him, he didn't seem to be joking at all.

"Go, go, go." Waving his hand repeatedly, letting Tang Luo leave — let this matter be considered past.

He could turn a blind eye to Liang Feifan's bullying because of his grades and family.

He could also summon Tang Luo because of pressure from above; if using Tang Luo could calm things down, that was fine too.

But if things really blew up, a mere supervising teacher like him couldn't bear the consequences.

Not necessary; in two months they'd graduate anyway.

Liang Feifan had also transferred; if Liang Feifan were still here and made demands, he'd definitely make this kid Tang Luo suffer.

Now, forget it.

Walking out of the office, just a few steps later, Tang Luo ran straight into the three lackeys.

"Perfect, you guys go to the toilet and jump in yourselves," Tang Luo said to the three.

An attitude of "you should repent."

The three froze, lowering their voices to a growl: "Tang Luo, don't push people too far!"

"I'm not pushing people too far, I just want to live a peaceful life," Tang Luo said.

"Then you live your life, we'll live ours. We're graduating anyway, everyone goes their separate ways!"

"One of the necessary conditions for my peaceful life is that you accept the 'Ganges Water' baptism once a day. A peaceful life requires certain conditions to maintain," Tang Luo said.

"You psycho!"

"Madman!"

"Not talking to you, we're going to tell the teacher."

The three turned into tattletale elementary students. No choice — suddenly being unable to beat him was just too awkward.

"Heh."

Tang Luo chuckled lightly, moving in a flash to pat each of the three on the shoulder.

The three were struck as if by lightning, their bodies going limp as they collapsed crookedly on the ground.

Aside from teachers, students generally never passed by the faculty office.

Six eyes widened in pure fear, yet their bodies couldn't move.

"I just shattered every bone in your bodies, and at the same time very cleverly used those bones to pinch your nerves," Tang Luo said with a smile. "Congratulations, you're paralyzed. Of course, this is temporary — in fifteen seconds you'll recover. Next I hope to see you very consciously helping me live a peaceful life."

"Otherwise, next time it won't be temporary, but permanent."

"Seeds of evil ultimately grow evil flowers, bearing bitter fruit hard to swallow."

"Savor it well, the fruit you watered with your own hands."

Fifteen seconds is a very fast time.

It can also be very slow.

These three understood what "every second feels like a year" meant.

With a wave of eerie bone-cracking sounds, and a sensation like ten thousand ants gnawing — sour, numb, painful, itchy — after they regained control of their bodies.

The three fled from Tang Luo as if escaping a monster, rushing into the toilet and, under several people's shocked gazes, jumping into the urinals.

They didn't want to die, and even less did they want to be paralyzed.

"... peaceful years."

Without going to the toilet to look, Tang Luo strolled leisurely toward the classroom.

A necessary condition for a peaceful life — today one item was done, a few other things still remained.

Evening. At Liang Feifan's residence, in the villa.

Liang Feifan, having completed transfer procedures, didn't go to school. His whole body was red all over, like a roast suckling pig.

His body carried a stench that made one retch — all kinds of fragrances mixed together, forming a special chemical reaction.

But even so, Liang Feifan still sprayed expensive perfume on himself from time to time.

Because every so often, he seemed to smell the toilet odor again.

On the table before him sat a large number of bottles and jars.

"Young Master, time to eat..."

Someone knocked at the door from outside.

"Scram!" Liang Feifan roared, casually grabbing a perfume bottle and hurling it over.

The sound outside the door stopped.

A moment later, the door was kicked open with a heavy boot. A middle-aged man of imposing dignity strode in, waved his hand, and swept all the perfume bottles off the table onto the floor.

Because the floor was covered in soft carpet, not a single bottle shattered.

Though quite a bit spilled out.

"Trash!" the middle-aged man said coldly. "How could I, Liang Tianzan, have a trash son like you?"

Liang Feifan looked up at his old man, not speaking.

"I ask you, is that Tang Luo's family very rich?"

"He's a poor devil."

"Then are his grades very good, does he have teachers helping him?"

"A piece of garbage."

"Then have you always treated him like a dog, making him go east and never daring to go west, using him as a punching bag whenever you're in a bad mood? Is he your slave?"

"Yes."

"Then tell me, on what grounds did you end up like this?"

"He... has great strength," Liang Feifan said.

Liang Tianzan laughed: "You're richer than him, your grades are better than his, you played with him like a dog, and now just because he's strong you've become a pig?"

Liang Feifan opened his mouth, wanting very much to say it wasn't just strength.

From that day on, that kid seemed to have become a different person. His body carried an indescribable, eerie feeling.

It made one's hair stand on end. This person fundamentally wasn't what he appeared on the surface.

Like an alien not belonging to this society, with nothing that could restrain him.

Liang Feifan even suspected whether at some moment a monster had eaten the original Tang Luo, worn his human skin, and begun living under his identity.

"You want to transfer, fine, I've already arranged it. But I'm telling you, the Liang family cannot have trash! Before the exam, I want to see him become your dog again, publicly licking your shoes. Otherwise, get out of this house!" Liang Tianzan spoke with stern severity.

"Tsk, this uncle is really ruthless." Before Liang Feifan could answer.

A voice came from behind Liang Tianzan.

At the same time, Liang Feifan was shocked and furious beyond measure, his voice carrying a hint of shrillness as he cried out: "Tang Luo!"