If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Wei Xiaobao pondered for a whole class period and decided that it was unwise to fight a losing battle. As soon as get out of class ended, he teleported to Xiao Pang's side and sat down next to him in a cramped and timid manner—Xiao Pang was too fat.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he lowered his head and said in a low, fawning voice, "Brother Fatty, I was a little excited just now. Please don't take it to heart."

Little Fatty fanned himself with the notebook that recorded Wei Xiaobao's crimes, and said with a forced smile, "Who am I? I'm just a fat pig."

"Fatty, I was wrong," Wei Xiaobao said, taking out a handful of candy and stuffing it into Xiaobao's pocket. "My mom bought these from the city. Try them, and if you like them, I'll get you more."

"I'm too fat, I've given up sugar," the chubby boy sneered.

"Then, Fatty, take a look at what you like and buy something..." Wei Xiaobao took out a dollar and stuffed it into Fatty's pocket.

"Hehe, Brother Bao, there's no need for us to be like this," Little Fatty's face beamed with joy.

One yuan isn't much, but Little Fatty knows when to stop. He knows that accepting bribes should be selective, and Wei Xiaobao's family is only of average means. If he keeps pretending, he'll get beaten up.

If it were Linghu Chong, he wouldn't let this go without at least two yuan.

……

The second period was Chinese class. As the teacher was writing furiously on the podium, a hand was raised in the back row of the classroom. The chubby boy stood up and said, "Teacher, my stomach hurts. I need to go to the toilet."

“Next…”, the teacher turned around and frowned as she looked over.

Everyone's watching the drama unfold. This is the teacher's opening line: "What did you do after class? Keep it to yourself!"

Look how impartial and incorruptible our teacher is! So what if someone's a sycophant? They have to keep quiet about it.

"Xia Ziwei, hurry up and go. If the pain is too bad, go to the clinic," the teacher said considerately.

After two years together, the teacher has gained a deep understanding of each student's personality and character. Xia Ziwei is fine; he is down-to-earth, studious, and polite. He's a good little chubby boy, not the kind of chubby boy who likes to lie.

"Tch," a student hissed in dissatisfaction, hissing at the teacher and also at Fatty, that two-faced, sycophantic fat pig who usually acts arrogant and foul-mouthed like a toilet, but pretends to be innocent and cute in front of the teacher.

"Teacher, Cao Zhiqiang is urinating," the chubby boy instinctively whispered, even though he was about to wet his pants.

A louder chorus of boos erupted, this time directed entirely at this traitor among the students, the teacher's lackey.

Amidst the boos of his classmates, Little Fatty ran out of the classroom. He had gone to the toilet during break, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a bloating in his lower abdomen and couldn't hold it in any longer.

The boos from his classmates added fuel to the fire.

The junior high school section of the school was a single-story building, and the toilets were next to the playground. Before Xiao Pang even reached the toilets, he felt that he couldn't hold it in any longer and some of it had already leaked out.

"What's wrong? I didn't drink that much water," Little Fatty, a sycophant who bullies his superiors, usually doesn't have very high moral character. He muttered to himself as he looked around, found a secluded corner, and peed.

Although he was holding it in like this, there wasn't much. Little Fatty felt a surge of heat, and his stomach immediately felt relieved. He whistled, habitually looked down, and then put on an even heavier load again.

He saw that he was bleeding.

It was blood, that's right. In this weather, blood freezes as soon as it hits the ground. There was a patch of bright red, blood-stained ice in the corner, a terrifying, bloody mess.

Xia Xiaopang was terrified. Blood! This is blood! In martial arts novels, coughing up blood twice is enough to kill someone. How much blood did I urinate?

Am I going to die? But even though he bled, Little Fatty didn't feel uncomfortable at all; he didn't feel any pain or itching.

But Little Fatty was still terrified, so he decided to listen to his teacher and go to the village clinic.