After the climactic showdown between the "Poop King," Matthew Tan, and the "Fart King," Hera La Andronikos, at the back of the cssroom, their status, or rather, their influence within the css, has not diminished. In fact, it has only increased.

  This is easy to understand, as when these two go wild, the scenes they create are nothing short of extraordinary.

  Even the revered head of the Four Great Terrorists, Director Dublin, encountered a terrifying ordeal in the back row of Css 3, retreating in disarray, his dignity shattered. How could an ordinary student dare provoke these two legends after that?

  It’s no exaggeration to say that their ability to use excrement as a weapon gives them far more deterrence than someone wielding a prohibited knife...

  There is a saying by a german physicist,

  Bertolt Brecht: "What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?," What Matthew and Hera have done is based on the same logic.

  If they had merely had an accident in css, it would have become the subject of ridicule, much like the "Pee King" incident before. People would have ughed, mocked, and made jokes.

  But when they began using their excrement as a weapon, no one in the css, especially the students in the back rows, dared to make faces, raise eyebrows, mock them, or shout nicknames in their presence...

  After all, who would want to risk provoking them and being pelted with "defensive projectiles" from their "excrement arsenal" on the spot?

  This is the cssic example of nuclear deterrence—or more fittingly, "poop deterrence." Even if they promised not to use their "excrement weapon" first, ordinary students would not dare provoke a ticking time bomb like that.

  Even Dematero will think twice after his pants got some projectile remains as well.

  "Urgh..."

  Dematero feels uncomfortable and disgusted remembering when he clean his long pants multiple times.

  Some may argue that the school regutions now include a "Poop Bomb Non-Proliferation Treaty," so would they dare viote it again?

  To that, one can only say that these young teens are too naive. The two of them are royalty, after all.

  It's simir to how real-world treaties often can't contain major powers like the Seven Great Superpowers. If a small nation dares to provoke them, it's just asking for sanctions.

  Thus, when the two of them entered Css 3 again, the entire css fell silent, and the atmosphere became visibly tense.

  It’s fortunate that the gossip about Xanthia's scandal on Sunday managed to steal the limelight from these two formidable figures; otherwise, they would have continued to dominate the css’s conversations!

  Before witnessing their epic battle firsthand, many students might have considered themselves seasoned and unimpressed by any spectacle.

  However, after watching their iconic scene, they were left speechless, quickly retracting their earlier statements and acknowledging that this level of absurdity truly defied everything they had seen before.

  The students seated near the back—often the less academic members of the css—wore expressions of bitterness, donning masks of anguish. They had genuinely been traumatised by the experience.

  Only when the two kings returned to their seats did the cssroom return to its usual noisy state…

  Yet, not many dared cast sideways gnces at them, let alone discuss them openly.

  Matthew was thoroughly satisfied with the current state of affairs in the css. He had ensured that his peers no longer looked down on him, though admittedly, his methods were somewhat unconventional.

  At this moment, he turned around and fshed a domineering smile, shamelessly saying, "Hera, look, after our all-out battle, all the little ones are now too scared to bother us. From now on, who in Css 3 would dare challenge us if we join forces?"

  Hera, however, was not as arrogant as Matthew. She spoke softly, "Just don’t provoke that mysterious Dematero again. He’s a dangerous person. And stay away from that sycophantic Xanthia, too."

  Upon hearing "Dematero," Matthew shuddered, as though recalling the uncontrolble sensation of his own bodily functions betraying him...

  He coughed awkwardly, trying to hide his discomfort, and said, "I don’t believe in all that mysticism. But as for that commoner, Dematero, I can’t be bothered to waste my time with him!"

  As for Xanthia, he didn't dare pass any reckless judgments on her identity.

  Just as these two kings were huddling together to bolster each other's morale, the "Boastful Drama Queen," Marian La Trimm, approached them uninvited.

  One must say, Marian certainly had courage. After witnessing the chaos these two kings had wreaked, no other student dared to approach them, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

  Matthew and Hera were caught off guard. They hadn’t expected someone like Marian, to approach them now.

  Of course, Marian didn’t directly bring up the subject of borrowing money. She knew that asking for money required finesse—if you could tell a good story, ftter, and paint a nice picture, it would be much easier to borrow.

  Having recently been around Xanthia and, especially, after meeting Lady Seranthalia, Marian had realised that the wealthy heirs she once looked up to were nothing special. In fact, she thought they paled in comparison to Xanthia!

  Therefore, she felt completely justified in presenting herself as the "Lady Marian" and when approaching Matthew and Hera, she appeared poised, neither humble nor arrogant, radiating an air of confidence.

  It was funny, though—when Marian adopted this confident attitude, she naturally managed to impress both of the already somewhat dim-witted kings.

  It's not an insult to say they were dim-witted. After all, their academic performance was cklustre, and the antics they pulled together didn’t exactly make them appear particurly clever.

  "What? Marian, you said you attended Dionysius’s birthday party yesterday? Don’t think just because your surname is Trimm that you can boast. I’m sure his birthday banquet is at the end of this month. I’ll post pictures from it on my social media!" Hera remarked with a tone of superiority.

  In fact, she had already used this very same information to show off in front of Marian. She distinctly remembered it happened on Monday during the fg-raising ceremony, when Dionysius was the one giving a speech.

  And it was also during that moment that she had earned the title of "Laughing Fart King" after releasing a barrage of loud farts and maniacal ughter.

  Marian smiled in amusement, then responded in an even more self-assured tone, "Oh, I know about the banquet at the end of the month, but Dionysius himself said he dislikes those formal, stuffy social events. So, he had a rexed, informal private birthday party at his home. I even have photos from it—would you like to see?"

  With that, she pulled out her test fgship phone and began showing Hera the photos.

  One of the images was of Dionysius, wearing a birthday hat and blowing out candles, his handsome face beaming with joy. It was clear that Xanthia attending the party had made him especially happy.

  Dionysius had even vowed that next summer, he would properly celebrate his sister’s birthday. Given their current retionship, he felt confident she wouldn’t reject the affections of her older brother.

  Upon seeing the photos on Marian’s phone, Hera initially dismissed them but then froze in pce as she took a closer look. Unable to help herself, she snatched the phone from Marian’s hand and started scrolling through the pictures one by one...

  The more she looked, the more upset she became, feeling humiliated by someone she had always looked down upon.

  Why? What gave Marian the right to attend Dionysius’s private party, while she, Hera, had missed out? It was enough to make anyone feel unfairly treated!

  "Wait a minute, how come Xanthia is there too, sitting at the piano dressed like that?" Hera asked in a tone full of dissatisfaction.

  Seeing Hera’s flustered reaction, Marian felt a sense of triumphant glee.

  So, this is the 'high and mighty' Lady Hera? The same one who tried to act tough during the fg-raising ceremony? Now look at her—she’s cracking! This is too rich!

  Marian ignored Hera's discomfort and continued with her own enthusiastic recounting, singing Xanthia's praises. She spoke of how amazing Xanthia’s piano skills were and how elegant and charming she looked in her dress, overshadowing even Lady Seranthalia. And of course, her attendance at the birthday party was all thanks to her connection with Xanthia.

  The more Marian exaggerated, the more Hera's dissatisfaction became apparent, until her face twisted into a mask of agony.

  Meanwhile, Xanthia, on her way to school, was almost always punctual, and today was no exception. She had just received a notification from the system—more pain points were being generated, this time from Hera.

  Xanthia paused, surprised that her nemesis, Hera, had again contributed to the pain points. Who had assisted in this test turn of events?

  It seemed that Xanthia’s natural generosity was paying off. She had been enjoying her time supporting her friends, never expecting that people like Marian, would inadvertently help her generate even more pain points.

  And as for Hera—well, she certainly didn’t expect to be publicly humiliated by someone like Marian, nor did she anticipate the link between Marian and Xanthia!

  Xanthia... Why her, again? Why always her?

  Hera growled in frustration, "It’s all luck! Nobody can rely on luck forever. Her background will keep her from ever marrying into a wealthy familia! She’ll be discarded after being pyed with—that’s her fate."

  But just as Hera continued to speak harshly, Matthew suddenly interrupted.

  "Wait a second, let me see that photo."

  He was referring to the one of Xanthia dressed elegantly, sitting at the piano like the "Lady of the Papadopoulos Familia."

  "Yes, this... it really captures that aura," he murmured, gazing at the picture with great admiration.

  "What? What’s so special about her? She's just wearing a high-end dress, that’s all. A common bird can’t just become a phoenix!" Hera snapped, growing even more irritated.

  Matthew almost blurted out that she resembled Susan La Papadopoulos, the eldest daughter of the Papadopoulos familia.

  In truth, there were clear differences when one looked closely—maybe 50-60% simirity at best. However, the "Papadopoulos Familia Aura" was unmistakable, and to the untrained eye, the resembnce was uncanny, as if they were sisters.

  But Matthew held back, realising that Marian was still present. He also considered the possibility that Xanthia might be Susan La Papadopoulos's half-sister, a potential scandal that could tarnish his idol's reputation. Therefore, he wisely kept his thoughts to himself.

  His overly confident nature had led him to believe that discovering this connection between Xanthia and Susan La Papadopoulos might help him strike up a conversation with Susan La Papadopoulos herself.

  Yes, he believed he was the only one who had uncovered the truth—and, moreover, that this truth was a rare commodity, something of great value.

  After all, back when he was in the foreign nguage high school, he had once shamelessly attempted to chat up Susan La Papadopoulos in the style of an overbearing CEO. As a result, he became one of the few first-year students who had the rare opportunity to observe Susan La Papadopoulos’s unique aura up close.

  Others, who had only seen her from a distance, couldn’t possibly perceive that kind of presence.

  "You’re absolutely right—birds can never transform into phoenixes." Matthew didn’t bother addressing Hera’s question about who Xanthia resembled. Instead, he wholeheartedly agreed with her sentiment.

  In his view, no matter how much Xanthia’s aura resembled Susan La Papadopoulos’s, a bastard child was still just a bastard child. A mere fake heiress could never compare to the real daughter—not even to a single finger of hers!

  If Xanthia were truly the legitimate daughter of the Papadopoulos familia, there was no way she would be so inconspicuous. The only logical expnation was that certain members of the Papadopoulos familia deliberately kept her existence under wraps. And didn’t that align perfectly with her "illegitimate child" status?

  Matthew found his own theory highly reasonable, though he had no idea just how convoluted Xanthia’s true identity actually was.

  However, he was right about one thing: some of the Papadopoulos familia elders indeed wished to erase Xanthia’s presence. If she gained too much attention, the skeletons in the Papadopoulos familia’s closet might be exposed, tarnishing the outwardly gmorous image of the ShardTech Financial Group.

  Just as these two self-procimed "kings" had come to a firm conclusion—Marian timely dropped another bombshell: Dionysius from Css One valued Xanthia greatly. He even regarded her as a sworn younger god sister…

  This revetion sent Hera into a spiral of frustration. She had just been mocking Xanthia for not knowing how to climb the social dder, for reading too few romance novels. And yet, in the blink of an eye, things had progressed at lightning speed—the girl had already gained a sworn brother? This was infuriating!

  Matthew, on the other hand, fell into deep thought. He sensed that Dionysius’s actions weren’t so simple. If Xanthia was truly Susan La Papadopoulos’s biological sister, then perhaps Dionysius was setting the stage early, preparing for a future move to undermine Susan La Papadopoulos!

  It made perfect sense. Dionysius encountered Susan La Papadopoulos at the Papadopoulos familia’s annual gatherings. The moment he saw Xanthia, he must have recognised her uncanny resembnce to Susan and concluded that she was the "long-lost illegitimate daughter." And seeing her as a useful chess piece, he pretended to be kind, aiming to win her over and turn her into a tool for his schemes…

  Matthew had already constructed an entire mental drama of the Papadopoulos familia's third-generation heirs scheming, manoeuvring, and battling for inheritance—a struggle no less cutthroat than royal succession wars, where both open strategies and covert machinations were fair game.

  Moreover, the person Matthew had chosen to pledge allegiance to—the one he called his "big brother"—was none other than Youssef, the eldest son of the Papadopoulos familia’s third generation. Even though Youssef was still abroad, he loved to stir up trouble in advance, setting traps for his younger siblings who posed a threat to him.

  This only reinforced Matthew’s belief that others would act the same way—especially someone like Dionysius, whose ambition and sharp gaze mirrored that of a predatory hawk.

  Having pieced everything together in his mind, he became even more convinced that information about Xanthia was a "precious commodity" worth guarding closely. Who knew? Perhaps he could even use it to impress his angel, warning her in advance about Dionysius’s hidden schemes!

  Finally, after all her careful build-up, Marian got to the real reason for her sudden revetions:

  "Hera, could you lend me some money? I can offer an electronic gift personally given by Dionysius as colteral."

  The moment Hera heard that it was something personally gifted by Dionysius, her eyes lit up. The most crucial part was that if she could get her hands on this gift, she could funt it on her social media. All she had to do was take a few photos from Marian and post them—wouldn’t that be enough to create the illusion that she had attended the party too?

  Even if she hadn’t actually been invited to his private birthday party in real life, she could still "attend" in spirit—and in her social media feed.

  "Lending you money? No problem! Just name your price! I can tell at a gnce that you, Marian, are destined to be my bestie!" Hera decred enthusiastically.

  Marian grinned with satisfaction and immediately went for the kill—quoting an outrageous sum. And the most absurd part? The gullible Hera actually lent her the money!

  Clearly, for Miss Hera, money was a trivial matter compared to the prestige of posting photos from her lovely darling’s birthday celebration.

  With her pockets now filled, Marian headed straight for Hannah. In an ostentatious dispy, she transferred 500 romanis on the spot—settling her debt in full with a smug sense of triumph.

  ShoujoDirector