If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

As usual, Ms. Feng, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 9, was on her rounds when she received a tip from the discipline committee member that she needed to have a heart-to-heart talk with a few stubborn students.

The classroom was filled with the sound of students reading aloud, which pleased the homeroom teacher. Having a good discipline monitor really made things easier. Looking at other classes, their morning self-study sessions were like a chaotic market.

As she approached the classroom door, Teacher Feng saw two large characters drawn on the frost pattern on the window. Her mood plummeted, and she nearly exploded with anger. These were the two most obscene characters in Chinese, characters that should never have appeared.

What's even more outrageous is that most of the people in the front row are girls.

Ms. Feng, enraged, slammed open the classroom door, her voice colder than the -35 degree Celsius air outside: "Xia Ziwei! You come out here!"

The classroom erupted in chaos; it was finally his turn.

According to the homeroom teacher, he was a former special forces soldier, but whether that's true or not is unknown. In any case, he has a really bad temper, and quite a few boys in the class have been beaten up by him.

(Back then, children weren't as spoiled as they are now. When parents sent their children to school, they would usually add a reminder: If the child misbehaves, give them a good spanking or a scolding if necessary. Don't hold back.)

The culprit who caused the boys to get beaten up was...

"Here!" A chubby little boy in the last corner stood up and skillfully beckoned with his finger, covering the martial arts novel that the boy was engrossed in reading with a book.

Because he was too fat, this chubby boy didn't have a deskmate and occupied a double desk by himself.

Little Fatty is round in every way, with a round head, round belly, and he's wearing a fluffy down jacket, which makes him look even rounder. He looks pretty much the same no matter how you look at him.

The little fat boy wasn't good-looking; his short, yellowish hair lay limply on his head, and his eyes looked almost disappearing due to his weight.

Little Fatty was extremely unpopular. As he walked through the classroom, he could faintly hear gloating voices such as "Hehe, you fat pig, it's finally your turn," "Kill this fat dog," "You scoundrel! You got what you deserved!" and "Serves you right, you traitor, you'll never have a good end for betraying your country."

Faced with the surging crowd, Little Fatty was not ashamed but proud, feeling a surge of joy in his heart. Damn it, this is not the time for you to bully me.

I love how you guys hate me but can't do anything about it.

The poor students in the class deserve a lot of credit for how Xiao Pang turned out the way he is now.

Two years ago, when Xiao Pang was in the first year of junior high school, all he wanted to do was be a quiet bookworm. The bookstores near the school gate were like new continents, with so many martial arts novels waiting for him to explore.

Unexpectedly, the wind did not stop even though the tree wanted to be still. Those conspicuous underachievers were somewhat involved in school bullying, and would tease the ugly, fat, and honest little chubby boy whenever they had a chance.

Little Fatty was spoiled since childhood, and he couldn't stand this. He got angry when he was bullied and turned into a villain.

They might not be able to beat each other in a fight, but do students go to school to fight?

Students are not only forbidden from fighting, talking in class, fidgeting, talking to girls, sleeping... all of these are prohibited. Little Fatty sits in the back seat, his small eyes like radar collecting information on his classmates' crimes to report to the homeroom teacher.

Watching his classmates get thoroughly scolded because of his reports, and seeing characters like Wei Xiaobao and Tian Boguang getting stomped on by the homeroom teacher every now and then, Xiao Pang felt genuinely happy.

Little Fatty got a taste of the benefits of taking revenge on society, and he went completely astray, turning into the current disciplinary committee member, Little Fatty the scoundrel.

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"Xia Ziwei, what is this?" The homeroom teacher's roar came, and the students couldn't help but wonder what mistake this lapdog could have made to make Old Feng so angry.

Who knows what the Imperial Uncle is up to? Maybe. That fat pig just stays in the back all day. Who knows what he's up to?

"I don't know," came the clear, melodious voice from the classroom as the students held their breath to listen to Xiao Pang being scolded.

"That fat pig is even pretending to be a fake voice, disgusting," the students thought angrily.

This is indeed a fabrication. Little Fatty is so ugly; if he were to imitate a consonant, he would probably disgust himself.

He has a naturally baby voice, clear and bright, very crisp, and speaks a bit fast. It's very pleasant to listen to, and it sounds a bit like a precocious little kid in kindergarten.

Just hearing his voice, everyone wanted to hug him and kiss him.

Old Feng was speechless. Whether he really didn't know or was pretending not to know, he couldn't exactly educate him. So his tone suddenly dropped: "You clean it up for me! From now on, I'll be strict about relationships between boys and girls. If I see any boys or girls in the class behaving shamelessly again, I'll hold you responsible."

"Teacher, I've been trying to manage things, but nobody listens to me..." the chubby boy said, sounding so pitiful that you just wanted to pick him up and comfort him.

Of course, not many people can lift a chubby little boy who weighs over 200 pounds.

"Write down whoever doesn't listen to you and tell me. Let's see who's so capable," the teacher said sternly.

"Okay, teacher," Little Fatty said reluctantly.

The students in the class cursed the fat pig in their hearts. It's over, the fat pig has gotten another imperial sword.

Little Fatty found a brick and slashed out the two characters. The teacher then turned and went into the classroom.

Little Fatty pricked up his ears and listened outside. He heard the loud clapping of a blackboard eraser coming from inside the classroom. You could imagine how unpleasant the homeroom teacher's face must have been.

"Let me emphasize the issue of male-female relationships again. You guys in my class, you better stay put. If you don't want to study, you can lie there sleeping or reading idle books, I won't pay any attention to you. Don't fucking embarrass me. Are you even fully grown yet before you start acting shamelessly?!"

"Some girls in our class are shameless! Shameless! Look at what's written on the window? Disgraceful! Don't say it's students from other classes trying to cause trouble, flies don't land on rotten eggs without cracks! You feel good after chatting and joking with some young boys? Shameless! Your parents sent you here to learn knowledge, not to be shameless!" The homeroom teacher was furious, slapping her own face repeatedly as she said "shameless."