C24 Uncontrollable

"Does anyone else need to let it out? If so, do it quickly—don't keep me on edge. Let's get it over with so we can start the lesson." The language teacher stood at the podium, his brow furrowed in mild frustration.

The class erupted into laughter at his words. With a forceful thump on the blackboard eraser, the teacher silenced the room. Still, the students struggled to contain their mirth, their faces turning red with the effort.

The teacher let out a cold huff and resumed teaching. But the peace was short-lived; a loud bang soon interrupted the quiet. He spun around, ready to scold the culprit who dared to release a "toxic gas" after his warning.

To his astonishment, the classroom was filled with a cacophony of bangs and pops, reminiscent of firecrackers. Embarrassing noises echoed from every corner, leaving the teacher bewildered. What was happening? Had the students staged a revolt?

Coughs, the clinking of water cups, and the thuds of hands hitting desks mingled with a symphony of farts. Initially, those who farted did so with great reluctance, but as more joined in, the embarrassment faded. After all, if everyone was doing it, one more wouldn't matter.

Some students, overwhelmed by discomfort, even stood up to release their pent-up agony with relief. Clearly, this round of releases was far more satisfying than the first.

"My stomach, it hurts," moaned a student, clutching his abdomen. Recalling the chorus of farts from his classmates, he realized he was not alone in his discomfort.

Seeing another student stand up and freely let one rip, he decided to follow suit. With a concerted effort, he let out a "pfft." But then his face contorted, signaling that something extraordinary had occurred, as if he had ventured down an unforeseen path.

His peers, who had grown accustomed to the surrounding stench, were taken aback by this new, potent emission.

"Dude, Toad, you didn't just... did you?" exclaimed the student to his left.

"Stop it, that's not me," retorted the student, nicknamed Toad, as he quickly made his way out of the classroom, calling back to the teacher, "Excuse me, I need to step out for a moment."

Qin Fen was feeling down after the language teacher failed to stop him earlier. He hadn't expected another attempt so soon, and he was determined not to let him break free this time.

He quickly positioned himself in front of the classroom door, standing guard like a sentinel.

The toad became frantic, and soon after, there was the sound of something splashing.

The language teacher, being the closest, even heard the sound of something hitting the water.

Then, the teacher was hit by a wave of stench that seemed off.

The toad's face almost contorted with distress. He was on the verge of tears as he pleaded, "Teacher, please let me out."

The language teacher, nose covered, stepped back three paces and waved his hand emphatically. At last, the toad, as if pardoned, dashed out of the classroom.

But even after he was gone, the odor lingered, and with the other students' commotion, the classroom almost felt like it had been hit by a smoke bomb—only worse.

"Teacher, should we open the windows and door? This smell is just too overpowering," suggested Zhang Yun, who had just let out a sigh of relief upon noticing the closed windows and doors.

The language teacher snapped to action, flinging open the windows and door to let in a rush of fresh air, instantly feeling invigorated.

Meanwhile, Qin Fen, standing about ten meters outside the classroom, saw a colored plume of smoke billowing out. It spread towards him, prompting him to quickly move back another dozen meters before stopping.

"These guys are just as I expected, each one letting loose," Qin Fen said to himself with a wry smile.

After about a quarter of an hour, when the green smoke had nearly cleared, Qin Fen made his way back to the classroom.

"Reporting," he announced, appearing at the classroom door with a stoic expression.

All eyes were on Qin Fen, making him feel a bit on edge.

Had they finally connected the dots, realizing their behavior was due to the expired coke?

Seeing Qin Fen, the language teacher's face soured, but ultimately, he said nothing, simply gesturing for Qin Fen to take his seat.

Though the other students now suspected the irritating substance was to blame for their embarrassment, they were too sheepish to confront Qin Fen about it.

They had all suffered from food poisoning, but after drinking Qin Fen's concoction, they quickly recovered. They weren't foolish enough to blame Qin Fen for their predicament.

"From the language teacher, an emotional boost of +233."

"From the class monitor, Qian Tong, +999."

"From Qian Shiyun, +666."

"From Lee Meili, +369."

The influx of emotional points made Qin Fen's smirk grow even more wild.

Before Qin Fen could even get back to his seat, he had racked up a significant amount of emotional points. The students sitting behind him noticed his smug grin and felt their own emotional points surge, doubling on the spot.

As Qin Fen settled back into his seat, the sound of increasing shock value echoed in his mind. It wasn't just from his own classmates, but from neighboring classes as well.

"I've really hit the jackpot this time," Qin Fen thought to himself with a sly chuckle. He wasn't reveling in others' misfortune; he was genuinely excited about earning shock value. With it, he could enhance his abilities and become even stronger!

Suddenly, Qin Fen felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, which left him momentarily stunned and bewildered.

"Damn, I also ate those beans, and a whole big bowl of them at that. This is bad. I'm not immune to poison. Could it be that I need to drink the expired coke too?" The thought sent Qin Fen into a spiral of confusion.

If he hadn't witnessed the side effects, Qin Fen might have been willing to drink the expired coke, trusting in the system's products to be potent and free of harmful effects. But after seeing so many people angrily venting, Qin Fen felt hesitant.

"How awkward would that be? If I drink the expired coke, won't I end up like these folks, furiously venting?" Qin Fen muttered to himself.

"Ah well, I might as well go for broke. I need to detoxify one way or another." Qin Fen braced himself for the worst, as if facing his own demise.