14: Chapter 14: The Poison Fang King

The entire place fell into a dead silence.

The students who had been watching just moments ago all had their mouths wide open.

This... what is this supposed to be?

Jiang You didn't even touch him, right?

He just bumped into him while passing by?

Jiang You stood there, dazed, looking at the mess in the distance. He spread his hands innocently: "Huh? Why did he suddenly start speeding?"

"Everyone saw it! My hands were in my pockets! He's the one who suddenly wanted to seek thrills, maybe to relieve exam stress?"

"Are the stress-relief methods of rich second-generation kids this hardcore now?"

Professor Guijianchou, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses, a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

That moment just now...

That bump, that lean!

Without any wind-up, just by the instantaneous twitch of his body muscles, he generated such immense explosive power!

In the distance, Lin Ya, who hadn't gone far, heard the commotion and turned back, just in time to see Zhao Tai flying away.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and a great sense of absurdity rose in her heart.

She looked at Zhao Tai, who was stuck in a trash can in the distance, and then at the innocent-looking Jiang You, feeling for the first time that she lacked understanding of this world.

"I actually tried to count on this piece of trash to teach Jiang You a lesson?"

Lin Ya's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she turned and quickened her pace, as if wanting to escape this embarrassing scene as quickly as possible.

...

Jiangcheng No. 1 High School cafeteria, first-floor lobby.

It was lunchtime, and the place was bustling with noise.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and the noisy chatter of students relaxing after their exams.

Jiang You, relying on the fast pass Professor Guijianchou had given him earlier, successfully snagged the last serving of the daily special: [First-Rank Wind Wolf Meat Braised Lion's Head].

"Hehe, lucky me."

Jiang You carried his tray, which was piled high like a small mountain, and found a corner seat by the window.

This spot not only had good lighting, but it was also directly facing the old-fashioned color TV hanging on the cafeteria wall.

Jiang You picked up his chopsticks, grabbed the fist-sized lion's head, and was just about to take a bite to enjoy the juicy deliciousness.

"Thud."

A heavy tray slammed down onto the table opposite him.

Immediately after, a cold wind, accompanied by a figure, blocked the sunlight from outside the window.

Jiang You looked up.

He saw a tall, thin boy wearing a black martial arts uniform with a sinister look in his eyes sitting across from him.

The person was playing with a stainless steel cafeteria knife, spinning the dull blade rapidly between his fingers, creating a "whooshing" sound. From time to time, it would graze the tabletop, leaving pale scratches behind.

The students eating nearby saw this and were so scared that they took their trays and moved away.

"It's 'Poison Tooth' Wang Tong!"

"It's over, Jiang You has been targeted by this ruthless guy."

"Let's go, let's go, don't get splattered with blood."

However, Jiang You, at the center of the storm, was just like a hamster protecting its food, completely ignoring the killing intent opposite him, and was fully focused on mixing the braised meat sauce into his rice.

Seeing that Jiang You was ignoring him, Wang Tong's eye twitched.

He sneered, leaned forward, and brought his face almost right over Jiang You's tray. He lowered his voice, his tone grim: "Eat up, eat more. This might be the last full meal of your life."

"The family head has given the order. In the afternoon's practical assessment, I will draw you."

"I don't know if you're truly stupid or just a reckless hothead to actually dare to offend the Zhao family!"

"When the time comes, I will smash your lazy bones one by one and let you know what cruelty means..."

"Ugh!"

An extremely untimely retching sound, filled with physiological disgust, rudely interrupted Wang Tong's threats.

Jiang You jerked backward, his entire upper body pressed against the back of the chair.

He covered his nose with his left hand, his expression pained, while his right hand frantically fanned the air in front of him, trying to disperse some invisible gas.

The expression on his face was as if someone had suddenly shoved a can of fermented herring that had been sitting for three months into his mouth.

Wang Tong was stunned, the knife spinning in his hand nearly falling: "You... what are you doing? Scared to the point of vomiting by my killing intent?"

Jiang You frowned, looked at Wang Tong with a face full of disgust, and said very sincerely and loudly: "No, brother. I didn't smell any killing intent, but I really can't handle this breath."

"Did you eat garlic mixed with chives for lunch? Or did you swallow stinky tofu whole without brushing your teeth?"

"This smell is too strong!"

"You!"

Wang Tong's face instantly turned the color of liver, the veins on his neck bulging.

He was a top-ten expert in his grade, practicing noble poison arts, and he was actually told he had bad breath in public?

"Jiang You! You're courting death!"

Wang Tong roared in a fit of shame and anger, spraying spittle as he did so. "This is the leakage of internal breath caused by cultivating the Five Poisons True Qi! This is the aura of a strong person! It's the symbol of poison arts! What do you know?!"

Jiang You looked even more disgusted, quickly moving his plate of lion's head to the side to avoid being contaminated by the spittle. Then, he extended his chopsticks and pointed at Wang Tong's head: "Fine, fine, fine, 'aura of a strong person.' Can you move your big head that's so full of the 'aura of a strong person'?"

Wang Tong was taken aback and instinctively asked: "Why?"

Jiang You used his chopsticks to point behind Wang Tong, looking dissatisfied: "You're blocking my view of the TV."

"Jerry is about to hit Tom with a frying pan. This is a classic scene; move aside."

Wang Tong instinctively turned his head.

On the old TV hanging on the cafeteria wall, it was playing the scene where Tom the cat gets flattened into a pancake by Jerry the mouse with a frying pan, accompanied by funny sound effects.

"..."

Wang Tong felt his blood vessels were about to burst.

He was making threats! He was issuing death threats!

And this guy not only complained about his bad breath but also complained that he was blocking his view of a cartoon?

Did he treat him like air?

Wang Tong turned back around, the killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.

"Jiang You!!"

The stainless steel cafeteria knife in his hand slammed into the tabletop, piercing deep into the wood, less than two centimeters from Jiang You's fingers. The handle was still vibrating with a hum.

"Don't play dumb with me! On the arena stage this afternoon, I will tear that stinking mouth of yours to shreds! I'll make you regret being born into this world!"

Jiang You sighed and pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

The lion's head was delicious, but this environment was truly terrible.

He picked up his unfinished tray, stood up, and looked down at Wang Tong, his eyes filled with the kind of care one gives to a mentally challenged child: "Classmate, really."

"Instead of fighting, I think you should go see a dentist or a gastroenterologist first. If you're sick, get treated; don't avoid the doctor."

"And also..."

Jiang You pointed at the knife stuck into the table: "This is school property. You'll have to pay if you break it."

"You look dressed like a human, but I heard practicing poison arts is quite expensive? Don't end up unable to pay for this knife; that would be embarrassing."

After saying this, Jiang You carried his tray and, to avoid the source of pollution, took a wide detour toward the dish return area.

As he walked, he muttered, his voice just loud enough for those around to hear: "The air is finally fresh. Next time, I should suggest the cafeteria ban people who don't brush their teeth from entering..."

"Jiang You—!!"

Behind him, Wang Tong was trembling with rage, the stainless steel knife in his hand bent out of shape by his grip.

"This afternoon! This afternoon I will tear you into pieces!"

The surrounding students watching this scene were about to go crazy holding back their laughter, heads bowed, shoulders shaking frantically.

"Jiang You's mouth is way too vicious, he's really twisting the knife."

"But to be fair, that smell from Wang Tong is really strong. I smelled it too when the wind blew just now..."

Listening to the whispers around him, Wang Tong's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He glared fixedly at Jiang You's retreating figure. If the malice in his eyes could kill, Jiang You would have died ten thousand times over.

"Laugh... laugh all you want."

Wang Tong squeezed a few words through his teeth,

"Once we get to the arena, I'll pull out your teeth one by one and stuff them into your stomach!"

Meanwhile, Jiang You had already placed his tray in the return area and let out a satisfied burp.

"Full now. Time to find a place for a nap."

"Seems like I have to go to that arena thing this afternoon? Sigh, what a hassle. Can I just surrender directly..."