C23 As Steady as Mount Tai

Qian Tong glanced nervously left and right, as if he were trying to conceal something, his eyes darting about suspiciously.

The more Qin Fen observed him, the more convinced he became that the boy was up to no good.

Seated squarely in the middle of the third row, Qian Tong, as class president and the most capable student in various aspects, enjoyed the privilege of choosing his seat first.

His body gave a slight shudder, then he leaned to the left and quickly straightened up again.

Yet, he sat back down and glanced over his shoulder, seemingly terrified that someone might have noticed his fidgeting.

Qin Fen barely suppressed a snicker as Qian Tong's face twisted into a grimace of discomfort, clearly at his limit.

Finally, Qian Tong could bear it no longer. He subtly shifted and silently released a foul stench.

Though nearly inaudible, the odor did not go unnoticed for long.

"Damn, who let one rip? It reeks worse than rotten eggs!" Zhang Yun, sitting behind Qian Tong, complained loudly.

"Whoever did it, own up! It's disgusting. How's anyone supposed to study in this stink?"

Qian Tong heard Zhang Yun, but there was no way he would confess. He'd take that secret to the grave, insisting it was someone else if ever questioned.

After all, he couldn't have people knowing he'd just belched foam in front of everyone, let alone that he was responsible for such a noxious fart.

But while he tried to keep it under wraps, his rebellious stomach had other ideas.

"Gurgle, gurgle, pfft, pfft, bang!" The sounds from Qian Tong's belly grew louder until his face turned ashen, followed by several thunderous noises that even made the stool resonate.

The class fell silent, stunned by the explosive disruption.

"What the heck? So it was you, Qian Tong?" Zhang Yun blurted out, leaping from his seat in surprise.

The Chinese literature teacher's book tumbled from her grasp in the commotion.

With the room now eerily quiet, Qian Tong's outburst was nothing short of scandalous.

It even roused the two students dozing in the back row.

"What happened? Is class over already? That's early; I could've used more sleep," one of the awakened students joked, trying to lighten the mood.

As Qian Tong looked around, he realized that no one was paying attention to him; instead, all eyes were on him. His heart was in turmoil. He never imagined he'd be so unlucky, trying desperately to hold back, but the more he tried, the worse it got, until it was beyond control.

Even Qin Fen, seated at the back of the room, quickly caught a whiff of something akin to salted fish, and it wasn't just him—everyone in the classroom noticed.

"What on earth is going on? Did they bring in a batch of fish to the cafeteria? It reeks!" exclaimed a student who had been so engrossed in his studies that he missed Qian Tong's loud fart.

His deskmate leaned in and whispered, "It was the class monitor. He let out such a loud one. You know the saying, 'Loud farts don't stink, and stinky farts aren't loud,' but Qian Tong's was both loud and stinky to the extreme."

The whole class began to furiously fan the air with their books.

"Damn, this must be the side effect of that expired coke. If I'd known, I would've taken a leave right after they drank it to avoid this disaster," Qin Fen grumbled, pinching his nose.

"Who just dropped something in their pants? I heard a 'boom'—was it an iron ball or something?" Liu Dongfang, the class tough guy, stood up and banged on his desk.

At that, laughter erupted throughout the room, now filled with a mix of mirth and a foul stench.

"Class monitor Qian is something else. He must be feeling a lot of pressure lately. That fart was both loud and stinky; it's actually a good thing. He's released some tension and must be feeling much better," Zhang Yun commented from behind Qian Tong, his nose wrinkled.

"I'm not sure about Qian Tong's stress levels, but one thing's for certain—the stool must have been under immense pressure," someone else chimed in.

"Add one to that stool pressure," another student added.

"And add 3708 to that stool pressure," the jokes continued.

At that moment, Qian Tong's face was beet red, and he sat frozen in his seat, utterly mortified.

Today was a day of utter embarrassment for him.

Qian Tong was the first to succumb, retching uncontrollably.

Qin Fen watched his classmates warily. If any of them showed signs of releasing the gas, he was ready to bolt from the classroom.

With so many potentially emitting gas, what if the levels in the classroom became hazardous? His safety was paramount, especially since he had just donated a large amount of expired coke. Surely, the teacher wouldn't punish him too harshly.

The issue was, he was the one who had provided the expired coke. If they pointed fingers at him, he'd have to deflect the blame. Yes, it was the language teacher who gave them the expired coke.

The language teacher seemed to notice the odor as well, but with years of experience and a broad knowledge base, he didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Cough, cough, students, focus on the lesson and avoid distractions," he said.

After his reminder, he resumed teaching as if nothing had happened.

The students also settled down, treating the event as a one-off incident.

However, just as Qian Tong had quieted down, his cousin Qian Shiyun began to show symptoms.

Qin Fen had been watching her closely. After Qian Tong experienced the effects of the coke, Qian Shiyun had quickly asked for some to drink. If this side effect was widespread, she would likely be next.

Qian Shiyun, who always seemed ethereal and detached from worldly concerns, would be mortified if she let out a loud, smelly fart – she might avoid school for days.

Her reaction was much like Qian Tong's. She clenched her lips, trying to hold back the inevitable, but her usual coughing trick seemed to malfunction this time.

"Cough, cough, cough!" "Bang, bang, pfft, pfft!" The sounds of coughs followed by loud noises informed everyone of what had transpired.

Shock!

Astonishment!

Good heavens, the aloof goddess Qian Shiyun had just released a thunderous fart.

"Hahaha!"

"Damn."

"My goodness."

The students in the Psionic Class couldn't contain their reactions.

"Teacher, I urgently need to step out for a moment," Qin Fen declared, standing up quickly and darting out before the teacher could respond.

The language teacher stood there, perplexed. Qin Fen was typically so well-mannered and respectful. What had gotten into him today?

He furrowed his brow as another wave of pungent stench wafted through the classroom.

Who's doing this? Can't they let me teach in peace?