245: Chapter 245 The former headmaster's reputation is ruined in his later years!

These two, upon hearing Principal Pang Ban's words, "I am the virtuous and highly respected Old Principal," were completely stunned.

They stood there stiffly like two statues.

They looked at each other.

Their gazes met in the air, and then, with extreme tacit understanding, they saw a kind of light deep in each other's eyes called "complete relief."

This was a form of ultimate relief, a transcendence of the mundane world, no longer holding any expectations for this absurd reality.

The older Law Enforcement Officer still held the notebook filled with records of the "Magic City Martial Arts University Freak Gallery" and a pen.

His hand trembled slightly in mid-air, the pen tip hovering over the paper, but he couldn't bring himself to write anything down.

"How am I supposed to write this?"

"A virtuous Tier 5 Grandmaster sneaks under a male dormitory bed in the middle of the night, suspected of engaging in group performance art research with multiple female students and muscular men?"

"If I turn this in... the Chief will send me to a mental hospital first!"

Just as the older Law Enforcement Officer was lost in confusion, not knowing how to wrap things up, the younger Law Enforcement Officer beside him suddenly reached out with extreme calm.

He casually took the heavy notebook from his senior.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the younger Law Enforcement Officer curled his lips into a smile of release, a smile that had seen through life and death.

"Rip—"

"Rip—"

"Rip—"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of tearing paper, the younger Law Enforcement Officer decisively shredded the pages recording all the "indescribable events" of the night!

He scattered the paper scraps like snowflakes.

"Senior."

The younger Law Enforcement Officer patted the older one on the shoulder, his tone filled with an ethereal sense of enlightenment:

"Forget it."

"Really, just forget it!"

"I'm afraid if we keep investigating, I won't even be surprised if our Chief crawls out from under the bed next!"

"This is abstract art belonging to the martial arts world; as mere mortals, we shouldn't get involved."

The older Law Enforcement Officer watched the paper scraps fluttering in the air, his eyes moistening.

He nodded heavily and shook the younger officer's hand:

"Let's go."

"Go home, take a hot shower, and forget everything about tonight."

"I want to take a month off to go home and spend time with my wife and kids..."

"I need leave too; I need to find a therapist..."

The two Law Enforcement Officers turned around, not even leaving a polite parting word, and walked out of Room 2808 like they were fleeing a terrifying radiation zone they couldn't comprehend, and then, very considerately... they shut the precarious door tight behind them.

"Thud."

The moment the door closed, the room fell into a deathly silence again.

This was no longer a Shuraba; this was the closing time of a large-scale abstract performance art exhibition.

Everyone was frantically racking their brains, trying to find a suitable sentence to break the awkwardness that was enough to make someone claw out a three-bedroom apartment, just to find even the smallest excuse to step down.

Just as Principal Pang Ban coughed twice, preparing to muster the dignity of an elder and forcibly define tonight's farce as a "pre-competition stress relief game," the only man in the room whose brain circuits were incompatible with humanity spoke up at the most inappropriate time.

"Principal!"

Lu Xingye suddenly straightened his spine, and in those bloodshot eyes, he seemed to see the dawn light piercing through the darkness.

He hurried over to Principal Pang Ban, his fanaticism—the feeling of "finally found the organization"—could practically ignite someone:

"You came out just in time! Heaven has eyes, justice is not dead!"

Lu Xingye pointed his long blade at the bewildered Jiang You and roared righteously:

"Principal, let's expose the evil deeds of this big demon Jiang You together! He imprisons the souls of young girls, toys with worldly laws, and has even turned this sacred room into his lair of ultimate evil!"

"As long as you raise your arms with the power of a Grandmaster, we can join forces, bring him to justice, and restore the world to a bright and clear state!"

Silence.

The room, which had just regained a hint of breathing, fell into absolute stillness again.

Jiang You closed his eyes in pain: "Old Lu, I beg you, stop adding to the drama, just let it all end."

And as for Principal Pang Ban, who was being "placed with high hopes," he looked at this righteous, nonsensical, and insane student who was even trying to drag him into madness.

Principal Pang Ban's old face twitched a couple of times.

An evil fire that had been pent up all night finally rushed to his crown like a volcanic eruption at this moment!

He was so angry he laughed. He was truly, genuinely angry-laughed!

"Expose your grandmother's legs!!!"

Principal Pang Ban could no longer care about being a teacher or being virtuous and highly respected.

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, the figure of this Tier 5 Grandmaster flickered like a ghost.

"Slap!!!"

A crisp and loud super-powered slap landed solidly on Lu Xingye's handsome face, which was full of middle-school syndrome and tragic heroism!

"Whoosh—"

Lu Xingye spun like a top that had been struck, rotating 720 degrees smoothly in mid-air, before "splatting" face-first onto the soft Persian rug.

This slap was not only powerful but also contained the Grandmaster's "Physical Awakening Technique," which cured all sorts of difficult and miscellaneous illnesses.

Principal Pang Ban pointed at Lu Xingye, who was lying on the ground, his beard trembling with rage, and cursed:

"Still acting crazy here?"

"Look at how arrogant you are with your mental illness! Trying to drag me into exposing someone? I'll expose you, you little rascal, for causing a disturbance in the middle of the night instead of sleeping!"

Principal Pang's rant was truly refreshing and down-to-earth, instantly pulling this room full of fantasy colors back to reality.

Lu Xingye, who had been slapped to the ground, had his head buzzing.

This Grandmaster-level slap precisely extinguished the chaotic fire of middle-school syndrome in his body, clearing his mind instantly.

He covered his right cheek, which was swelling into a bun at a visible speed, and slowly climbed up from the rug.

He looked at the furious Principal Pang Ban, then at the others who were watching the show.

In that instant, the look in Lu Xingye's originally fanatical eyes changed.

It became extremely desperate, extremely incredulous, as if his faith had collapsed.

"Principal..."

Lu Xingye covered his face, his voice trembling with extreme grievance, and he suddenly took two steps back, pointing at Principal Pang Ban and shouting:

"You... you are actually a lackey of the Evil God too!!!"

Principal Pang: "???"

I just physically cured your brain, why are you having another episode?!

Lu Xingye didn't stop; he seemed to have discovered some earth-shattering dark secret, tears of grief and indignation streaming from his eyes, and he pointed at Principal Pang Ban, accusing him loudly:

"I misjudged you!"

"I thought you were the embodiment of justice, but I didn't expect you to have been corrupted by this demon king long ago!"

"I knew it! When we were under the bed, why did you keep holding me back and not let me go out to save the Goddess!"

"I knew it! When those female students outside were cursing each other out of jealousy, you were eavesdropping while stifling a laugh in the dark! Your body was even twitching!"

"I thought you were channeling your energy to resist the demonic aura; it turns out you were just having a blast eavesdropping!"

"So you're not clean either!!!"

Boom!!!

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in Room 2808 underwent a subtle and terrifying chemical reaction.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Almost at the same time, at the bathroom door, Qin Zhuo, Senior Ji Youyou, Qiu Yunan, and Spade 10 moved in perfect unison, shielding their chests with their hands.

The way the four of them looked at Principal Pang Ban instantly changed from the previous "awkwardness and awe" to extreme disgust, disdain, and the vigilance of guarding against an old pervert.

Qin Zhuo gritted her teeth, holding back the urge to set him on fire: "A dignified Tier 5 Grandmaster, hiding under a bed in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on girls arguing and even sneaking a laugh? Where is this old thing's moral bottom line?"