After the regur Monday ceremony, Hera, the "Laughing Fart King" from Css 1-3, was undoubtedly no longer just a background figure among the legends.

  She did it! She truly did it!

  On this day, her presence eclipsed everything else. Her name echoed through the entire school of Thessaloniki, causing a stir!

  The vast majority of students could not forget the moment when she shouted "Fart!" and, with her backside sticking out, pointed the microphone at her rear end. Then came the thunderous series of farts, “pffft pffft pffft,” so loud that they were broadcasted across the school, shaking the very air!

  This scene, paired with Hera's wild ughter, left everyone intimidated. After all, even Principal Hercuno didn’t dare to face the "unthinkable fart" head-on, choosing to slip away discreetly.

  Many students, sharp-eyed as they were, had long harboured disrespect for the ill-reputed old Principal Hercuno. Upon witnessing his cowardice, they found themselves even more convinced that he was nothing but a coward bastard!

  Normally, Principal Hercuno enjoyed pontificating, issuing grandiose speeches from his high perch, making interminable decrations. His constant babbling was utterly annoying. But when faced with a critical moment, he fled faster than anyone.

  Today, the ceremony didn’t drag on as usual, which satisfied most students.

  As for the bear-like Director Dublin, who dared to scold Hera loudly, his fate was sealed!

  If the Poop King had unched a "poo shockwave," then what she unleashed this time was a "fart shockwave!"

  Although intangible, it was forceful and pungent, requiring no extra seasoning!

  Caught off guard, Director Dublin failed to hold his breath. As he attempted to reprimand the wildly ughing Hera, he was met with the full brunt of the foul air.

  His facial expression shifted dramatically, from shock to confusion, then from confusion to disgust, as if he were about to vomit. He staggered back, his hand trembling as he pointed at Hera, still bent over in front of him. He struggled to speak but was left speechless.

  Deep down, he really wanted to follow Principal Hercuno’s example and escape, but his sense of self-importance tied him down...

  Indeed, he was the head of the Four Great Terrorists, a figure of authority—how could he let himself be intimidated by a student’s explosive act?

  After all, it was just a fart. What was there to be afraid of?

  But halfway through his internal reassurances, as the repulsive stench of the fart hit him again...

  He eventually lowered his head and retreated.

  However, under these circumstances, Matthew, the "Poop King," was able to rise above it all and finish his self-reflection, an act of remarkable bravery and resistance to foul odours. This somehow made Dublin feel a sense of awe.

  One could only say that anyone who could rise to greatness must endure trials that forge them into steel.

  Unfortunately, due to Hera’s explosive behaviour, Matthew’s self-reflection was rgely ignored.

  His reflection didn’t really delve into the details of the intense battle but, instead, in his apology, he shifted the bme to the canteen.

  Had it not been for Hera’s antics, people might have been more inclined to unite against the common enemy.

  Regardless of the winding path they took, the outcome was ultimately favourable. The combined efforts of the two “kings” managed to shake the poorly maintained canteen, which Principal Hercuno had been so compcent about.

  In this respect, they could be said to have succeeded—though their actions were repulsive to many students, they brought about a positive change.

  Dublin’s authority was certainly diminished, but aside from Css 1-3, other csses could not afford to be compcent.

  Could other csses summon characters like the two Kings?

  The key point was that their families contributed hefty donations to Thessaloniki each year, and Principal Hercuno could never afford to offend those powerful backers.

  Thus, the message remained clear: For Dublin, “If I cannot control Css 1-3, can I not control the others?”

  From now on, Dublin would likely approach Css 1-3 with caution, but when dealing with other csses, he would strike hard!

  ...

  The legendary feats of the “Poop King” and the “Laughing Fart King” were finally reaching their conclusion.

  In fact, compared to the students disgusted by their antics, many others found joy in their audacious behaviour.

  After all, most people naturally enjoy gossiping and watching drama. Life in Thessaloniki’s high school could be quite dull, and the arrival of these two “rising stars” in Css 1-3 brought great joy to everyone.

  In certain css gossip groups, the conversations went like this:

  "I really envy Css 3 for having the ‘Poop King’ and the ‘Fart King’ controlling the atmosphere. They’ll never run out of scatological jokes!"

  "Not only that, but their css has become a no-go zone for Director Dublin! They’ve earned themselves peace!"

  "They really did have an impact. I didn’t expect their underhanded actions to lead to such a far-reaching effect, pushing the canteen to reform..."

  "By the way, Css 3 is still missing a 'Pee King,' right? It feels like there’s something missing from the Three Kings."

  "I think the 'Pee King' is hard to achieve. After all, with farts or diarrhoea, if you train yourself, you can control the spray. But when you don’t want to urinate, you really can't force it out!"

  "That’s right. Plus, holding in urine is pretty easy, but don’t underestimate the limits of the bdder. But if it’s diarrhoea, that discomfort comes in waves, and one misstep could turn you into a human spray!"

  "I’ve heard that there are already two 'Pee King' in Css 3. One of them even switched csses. But the problem is, these two ‘Kings’ just don’t have the stature to cim the title. They’ll never reach the heights of the Poop King or Fart King."

  "Exactly. As the saying goes, ‘If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight.’ Without the fearless attitude of the Poop King or Fart King, without the courage to spray in front of everyone, the 'Pee King' title will never be recognised!"

  "Looks like the actions of the Fart King and the Poop King have set the bar high. Without something even more outrageous, don’t expect to step into the throne of ‘Pee King’ and challenge them."

  "Hahaha, I can’t stop ughing at how seriously you all are discussing the ‘Pee King.’ I have zero resistance to these kinds of scatological jokes!"

  ...

  Amidst the joy, restlessness, and commotion, time did not stop. It moved forward.

  And as time passed, no matter how extraordinary their antics, the fame of these two kings would inevitably fade.

  Compared to their clownish behaviour, someone like Xanthia, a positive and graceful girl, was truly timeless and refreshing.

  That Saturday evening, Dionysius sent a message to Xanthia:

  “It’s going viral! The piano video I edited for you is blowing up! By the way, we also get a half-day off tomorrow. How about we go check out the studio I’ve prepared for you?”

  Dionysius hadn’t forgotten the crucial task: observing whether his sister’s seemingly joyful spirit was genuine or just a fa?ade after her depression.

  He had been influenced by Dematero's “rebirth account,” always feeling that his sister’s happiness wasn’t truly her own.