The multitude of "refugees" milling about in the corridor outside Css 3 drew the attention of many students from the adjacent css.

  "What on earth is going on in Css 3? Why are there so many people out in the corridor?"

  "Woah! Has Css 3 staged a rebellion? What are they up to?"

  "It looks like there’s some excitement to behold… I simply must go and find out!"

  "Nothing much to see, really, but I know Css 3 has a fair few beauties; I’m off to catch a glimpse!"

  "Is Xanthia out there? If she is, then I’m definitely going!"

  "Of course she is! And she’s always surrounded by stunning girls…"

  "Oh, if only I could become a beautiful girl myself; then I might get close to her!"

  "You cheeky brute, don’t make excuses! You just want to be a pretty boy!"

  Amidst the commotion, students from Css 4 were already spilling out of their cssroom, eager to join in the ruckus, with some undoubtedly more interested in the stunning girls than the noise itself.

  The primary reason for their intrigue was the decidedly average looks of the girls in Css 4. The most attractive among them was a girl named Mimi, the discipline officer, who had previously ventured into the corridor to break up a row between Oliver La Kanteniero and Lucio El Monqueio.

  Yet, even Mimi's beauty paled in comparison to Lhoraine, the artistic representative of Css 3, leading one to infer just how cking Css 4 was in the looks department.

  When it came to the epitome of Css 3's allure, that crown undoubtedly belonged to Xanthia.

  Her remarkable performance during the sports meet, coupled with her enchanting appearances in JK uniforms and maid outfits, had led to a flurry of candid snapshots circuting around campus forums, where her fame only escated. As the filters were applied, it seemed everyone began to agree that she grew more beautiful with each viewing.

  Indeed, Xanthia was the type of beauty that left one increasingly enamoured with every gnce.

  As a result, students from Css 4, who had the most opportunities to witness her in person, found themselves hopelessly captivated. Among the most smitten was Lucio, who had bravely penned a love letter to Xanthia.

  Though rejected, he remained undeterred in his admiration and resolved to excel academically, hoping to become a more remarkable person.

  In stark contrast to the restless students of Css 4, Css 2, the experimental css, remained composed.

  While they too were curious about the commotion in the neighboring Css 3, not a single student was willing to be the "pioneer." After all, their homeroom teacher, the formidable Eirini La Konstantinou, instilled an aura of strict discipline that ensured their utmost compliance.

  Years of stringent management had polished the rough edges off Css 2's students, rendering them thoroughly subdued.

  Although Css 3's teacher, Emmanuel El Alcantara, was equally strict, the presence of a motley crew of id-back connections ensured that the vivacity of Css 3 remained intact, promising far more entertainment than Css 2 could muster.

  To the students of Css 2, it was clear that Css 3 was undoubtedly up to some mischief yet again!

  After all, with the first study period of Saturday afternoon about to commence, everyone should have been sitting quietly in css, awaiting the ringing of the bell…

  However, inside Css 3, true chaos had erupted!

  Particurly in the st three rows, numerous desks had fallen victim to an unholy disaster!

  Most absurdly, even the board intended for the bckboard announcements bore the marks of the explosive confrontation between two unyielding "warriors."

  A distinctive, bizarre yellow streak stood out, evidencing just how wildly the csh had escated.

  Originally, this Saturday study session was meant to be overseen by the chemistry teacher, Bartolomeo El Mundo, a military enthusiast known for rambling on about his favorite topics rather than strictly adhering to the sylbus. Often, he would arrive thirty minutes te, simply to sit for a few more minutes before escaping.

  As luck would have it, his tardiness meant no one dared intervene in the antics of the "warrior" titans already in full swing.

  Indeed, the newcomer, Matthew Tan, had made a name for himself in a spectacur fashion!

  It was uncertain which bright spark had dubbed him "Poop King," but the moniker resonated deeply, especially given his earlier antics that had left his butt quite exposed.

  It was an apt title, and the spectacle of Matthew making a stand against the "Laughing Fart Queen" Hera’s bullying resonated vividly in the minds of the onlookers.

  That pivotal moment, when he unleashed his retaliatory spray of excrement upon her, had rendered her utterly speechless!

  Hera’s earlier actions were unmistakably bullying-- she had instigated the situation herself.

  What kind of lunatic ambushes someone from behind, yanking their trousers down? Only a "Laughing Fart Queen" would possess such audacity, surely a sign of a deranged mind!

  At that moment, her fury reached new heights, convinced she had done no wrong.

  After all, it was Matthew who had btantly disregarded their previous agreement, exposing her without mercy, thus thwarting her pns as the cunning puppet master behind the scenes.

  Little did she know, Matthew had been compelled to speak out and assumed he was merely tossing her under the bus…

  One might say that the peculiar ability of the summoned creature "Little Fly Bug" had sparked chaos, particurly effective against those unable to control their tempers.

  Outside the corridor of Css 3, the onlookers were thoroughly entertained. As the curious students from Css 4 crowded around, Makarios El Eudoxios, another back-row misfit, animatedly recounted the epic csh in a grand storytelling manner.

  "Let me tell you, the ‘Laughing Fart Queen’ Hera initiated a cheeky surprise attack, leaving our mysterious transfer student, Matthew, entirely exposed! Little did she realize, her actions only aided him in refining his stance, presenting her visage directly to the ‘Poop King!’ What a blunder!

  "Next, the mysterious transfer student finally revealed his true identity! Hehe! It turns out he was destined to contend for the ‘Iron Throne’ of the ‘Foundation of Greatness’-- the Poop King! What a mentable loss for the Pee King, who has already departed; otherwise, we could have witnessed a grand ‘Three Kings’ debate. What a sight that would have been!"

  Makarios spoke with great enthusiasm, his words flying forth in a torrent, leaving his audience captivated, yet somewhat bewildered by the absurdity of it all.

  Unfortunately, a few students from his css chimed in, "Makarios, your tales ck a certain punch. Perhaps you should take a different angle and spice it up a bit!"

  His mate, the "Soccer Babe" Sunny, quickly interjected, "Oi, Makarios, stop waving your hands around; your seat has suffered colteral damage. I saw some fecal matter sptter onto your chair!"

  Makarios’s expression shifted-- he realized he was also one of the back-row misfits, caught in this "biological crisis!"

  Meanwhile, the girls congregated around Xanthia, offering comfort and support to the delicate beauty known for her frail, ethereal charm.

  After all, Xanthia was the target of the chaos ignited by the two feuding "warriors."

  Moments ago, Matthew had detailed his every move, from stalking Xanthia to how he coerced her, leaving nothing to the imagination…

  Fortunately for Xanthia, luck was on her side; otherwise, the situation could have turned frightening, leading one to ponder what might have happened if Matthew had succumbed to his baser instincts.

  One often sees in the news reports of those horrifying incidents occurring in schools, where privileged, roguish bullies extend their malevolent cws towards impoverished yet talented young girls.

  Luciel La Labrador, feeling an unease settle in her heart, turned to Xanthia and said, "Li'l Xanthia, you really ought to avoid heading home alone after evening study sessions. It’s simply too perilous!"

  Lhoraine La Bustamante chimed in, "Quite right! While we’re gathered around you at school and in the cssroom, we can certainly ensure your safety. But once you step outside the school gates, it’s like entering a danger zone. If it were me, I’d be terrified just thinking about it…"

  Several other girls also urged Xanthia to reconsider, with some even suggesting that her parents come to pick her up.

  At the mention of this suggestion, Luciel felt a pang of sadness-- after all, Xanthia had no parents to rely on. It truly was heart-wrenching; yet, she remained so optimistic and resilient!

  Indeed, although Xanthia was surrounded by concerned friends, wearing a smile throughout, she comforted them in return and readily accepted their suggestions.

  In reality, her confidence was unshakeable. She had already tested the efficacy of her "Malicious Notebook" combined with the "Blind Pendant," which, alongside her baseball bat and expert beating techniques, made her impervious to sudden attacks. Instead, she could counter with stealth, inflicting her adversaries with tremendous pain and reaping their suffering like a reward!

  The girls observed Xanthia’s seemingly nonchant demeanor and felt a profound admiration for her. To them, this girl appeared delicate on the surface, yet she possessed an extraordinary courage that was utterly captivating!

  Elena La Loannou shared this sentiment. She recognized that Xanthia’s bravery was genuine; when she charged forth, she did so without hesitation!

  To be honest, Elena was quite grateful to Xanthia. Who would have anticipated that the infamous "Poop King" would take an interest in her, revealing such a domineering side by decring he wished to be her boyfriend? It was enough to send shivers down one’s spine!

  Elena felt that, compared to this "Poop King," even Dematero seemed more refined!

  She refrained from joining the circle of girls comforting Xanthia, believing that such matters were best handled privately, which would help foster a closer retionship with her and boost her own likability.

  At this moment, she turned her ire towards Yannis, feeling that this loyal underling had become rather too self-assured of te. Moreover, Yannis’s distaste for Dematero was excessive; it was like a ticking time bomb!

  "Yannis, I must speak to you seriously. In future, don’t go picking fights with anyone who troubles Dematero. Some things are better left in the past. Pursuing revenge and enmity is the most futile endeavor. The best approach is indifference!" Elena asserted.

  Yannis, however, remained somewhat defiant. "But he dared to treat you that way! That boy is simply dreadful…"

  Elena replied coolly, "Yannis, I trust you don’t wish to acquire nicknames like ‘Poop King,’ ‘Pee King,’ or ‘Fart King,’ do you?"

  Yannis shuddered involuntarily at those words, acknowledging the fear they instilled in her. She recalled the fates of those who had cshed with Dematero and nodded earnestly. "I understand. From now on, I shall treat him as if he doesn’t exist and will avoid any matters concerning him."

  Only then did Elena soften her expression. Initially, she had been half-convinced about Dematero’s so-called "mystical qualities," yet now she thought there were certain things one could not dismiss. Henceforth, her attitude towards Dematero would be one of respectful distance, ensuring Yannis adhered to this approach as well.

  After all, who could predict whether Yannis might find herself embroiled in conflict with Dematero? Such mystics do not engage in rational discourse!

  Meanwhile, at that very moment, Dematero was indeed the center of attention among the boys, particurly among those in his dormitory, who bore expressions of pride and shared glory.

  It was confirmed-- there was indeed something mystical about Dematero. How else could one expin that the notorious "Poop King" had been so severely thwarted during a critical moment?

  What further validated this notion of his "mystical constitution" was the response from the "Laughing Fart Queen."

  None had expected that Hera, the self-procimed Fart Queen, would erupt at such a crucial time. Although one could argue it was merely the result of questionable cafeteria food at lunch, and considering that these two recent close acquaintances had shared a table at the cafeteria, exchanging food, the boys who enjoyed a good joke preferred to attribute this "great power" to Dematero. They vished him with compliments:

  "Pgue God, it’s all thanks to you!"

  "Spot on! This is it-- only with you could the Poop King recim his throne!"

  "Absolutely brilliant! You’re the real hero here, Pgue God…"

  "Why not unleash another round and create a Pee King next?"