66: Chapter 66 Xiang Batian Tears Up Medical Books Overnight

Xiang Batian stared at the iron rod on the floor, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

As a strength-type Supernatural Ability user, even he would have to exert effort to snap this iron rod!

Jiang You just now... seemed to have just braced himself casually?

"This..." Xiang Batian pointed at the iron rod, stuttering, "Brother Jiang, what is this..."

Jiang You was also stunned for a moment.

But he quickly reacted, pointing angrily at the broken bed leg, and continued to roar:

"Look! You guys look!"

"That detestable Faceless Man!"

"He didn't just steal things! He also committed sabotage!"

"He actually sawed off my bed leg! Does he want me to fall to my death while I'm sleeping?"

"Too malicious! Too despicable!"

Jiang You picked up the broken iron rod and showed it to everyone: "Look at this break! So smooth! It must have been cut with some high-tech cutter!"

Lu Xingye, Gou Fugui, and Xiang Batian looked at each other.

Although their reason told them something was wrong.

But looking at Jiang You's "victim" appearance, combined with the legendary, god-like, and villainous reputation of the "Faceless Man."

They actually... believed it!

Lu Xingye sighed and patted Jiang You on the shoulder:

"Brother Jiang, say no more."

"This Faceless Man is truly not human."

"Sawing off someone's bed leg in the middle of the night, how twisted must his psychology be."

Jiang You plopped down on the floor, hugging the empty box, wanting to cry but having no tears:

"My Essence Blood... my Origin Crystals..."

"Don't let me catch that Faceless Man."

"If I catch him, I'll peel his Skin off and turn him into a spongebob!"

Meanwhile, inside Jiang You's body.

That real "Faceless Man" gang was currently lurking silently.

[stomach]: "Burp! That blame-shifting was smooth."

[Kidneys]: "Anyway, the host doesn't have a good Brain, he probably won't be able to figure it out, just let him deduce whatever he wants."

[Brain]: "Everyone be silent. Digest the energy. Don't let this idiot find out he's gotten stronger again."

Just like that.

A "theft by an insider" case that could have shocked the whole school, under Jiang You's "brilliant reasoning" and his roommates' imagination, once again became a muddled account.

On the crime list of that scapegoat "Faceless Man", another heavy stroke was added:

Bullying freshmen!

Sawing off someone's bed leg in the dark of night!

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A day in Class F often starts with chaos and is spent in absurdity.

Because of the tragedy this morning called "Where Did My Scholarship Go", Jiang You had been in a state of extreme agitation and anxiety all day.

After all, the Essence Blood of the Titan Giant Ape was a Tier 5 treasure. Even though it was forcibly suppressed and digested by the [stomach], the tiny bit of residual energy that leaked out still turned Jiang You, this "0.8 loser", into a human-shaped walking radiator.

"Hot... so hot..."

In Dorm 201, Jiang You was like a dehydrated salted fish, limbs splayed out on the cool terrazzo floor, attempting to physically cool down through such large-area contact.

His face was as red as a monkey's butt, steam was even faintly rising from the top of his head, and the air within two meters around him was distorted.

"Brother Fugui... is the air conditioner in our room broken?"

Jiang You pressed his face against the floor, complaining listlessly:

"Why does it feel like I'm in a sauna? I'm almost cooked."

Beside him, Gou Fugui was taking inventory, having just renamed expired cough syrup to Hercules Water, apparently preparing to sell it to freshmen from other classes.

Gou Fugui adjusted his glasses and moved a bit further away from Jiang You:

"Brother Jiang, the air conditioner is set to 16 degrees."

"It's you who's not right."

"Your body surface temperature is at least 45 degrees now. If it weren't for the fact that you're still breathing, I would have already contacted the crematorium for you."

Beside him, Xiang Batian was holding an infrared thermometer, scanning Jiang You back and forth, looking like a rigorous data fanatic:

"It's not just body temperature."

"Brother Jiang, your muscle fibers are trembling at a high frequency of three times per second."

"This usually happens during the exhaustion phase after strenuous exercise, or... on a gorilla in heat."

"Are you sure you really didn't secretly drink that tube of blood?"

"Drink my ass!"

Jiang You suddenly looked up, the red light in his eyes giving Xiang Batian a fright:

"I told you it's from anger! Anger!"

"Millions are gone! Wouldn't you be hot if it were you? The fire in my heart right now could burn the Pacific Ocean dry!"

"Fine, fine, it's from anger, it's from anger."

Xiang Batian quickly shut his mouth, for fear that this "gorilla in heat" would suddenly attack someone.

However, as time passed, Jiang You's condition not only didn't improve, but became increasingly terrifying.

By evening, his whole body had curled up into the shape of a cooked shrimp, and his Skin was so red that it even began to emit an eerie glow.

Sweat evaporated into white mist as soon as it appeared due to the high temperature on his body, and he looked just like a steam engine about to overload and burn out.

The atmosphere in the entire room gradually became tense.

The roommates, who were originally busy with their own things, couldn't help but gather around, their faces showing genuine concern.

Xiang Batian looked at the infrared thermometer in his hand, his voice changing pitch:

"Not good! Body temperature has broken through 48 degrees!"

"This has already exceeded the critical point of human protein denaturation! If this continues, his Brain will be cooked!"

"Is this really caused by anger? Is his temper really that big?"

"Should we... send him to the infirmary? Or call an ambulance directly?"

Lu Xingye also frowned. Although he usually didn't like Jiang You, they were classmates after all:

"Although this kid is a loser, we can't just watch him die like this."

"Hey! Jiang You! Wake up!"

Lu Xingye crouched down and tried to pat Jiang You's face, but as soon as his hand reached out, it was scorched back by the heat wave:

"Damn! It burns! You could fry an egg on this Skin!"

Gou Fugui even dragged a red fire extinguisher out from a pile of debris, pulled the pin, and looked determined to die:

"Everyone move aside!"

"Once he spontaneously combusts, I'll spray! Although dry powder is hard to clean, saving lives is more important!"

"Brother Jiang! Hang in there! Think about your meal card that you haven't finished spending! Think about the senior girls on the third floor!"

Just when the three of them were tense to the extreme, and even prepared to force-feed Jiang You ice water to cool him down.

Jiang You, who was lying on the floor and seemingly going through life-and-death torment, suddenly moved.

He struggled to turn over and pressed his scorching cheek against a slightly cooler tile nearby.

A whisper, extremely weak and sounding like a last will and testament, came from his mouth:

"Hot... so hot..."

"Boss... this whole roasted lamb..."

Everyone's hearts instantly jumped into their throats.

Lu Xingye eagerly leaned in: "What whole roasted lamb? Do you want to eat your last bite?"

The next second.

Jiang You's mouth corners lifted slightly, revealing a dreamy, idiotic smile, and then—

"Hoo—pfft—"

"Hoo—ru—"

An extremely loud, extremely long, and tremulous snore burst out from his nostrils.

Because his body temperature was so high, the exhaled breath formed two visible streams of white gas in the air, looking exactly like two little white dragons.

He also smacked his lips twice and finished the second half of his sleep talk:

"This whole roasted lamb... is so fragrant... sprinkle some more cumin..."

"..."

The whole room suddenly fell into dead silence.

Gou Fugui's hand holding the fire extinguisher froze in mid-air, like the Statue of Liberty holding a torch.

The thermometer in Xiang Batian's hand dropped to the floor with a "clatter".

The handsome face of Lu Xingye, which was originally full of concern, was currently turning twisted and dark at a visible speed.

Three seconds later.

Lu Xingye took a deep breath and squeezed a sentence out through his teeth:

"He... fell asleep?"

"He fell asleep... when his body temperature was 48 degrees, smoke was coming off his whole body, and we thought he was going to explode?"

"And he's still eating whole roasted lamb in his dream?"

Xiang Batian picked up the thermometer, looked at the data still soaring red, and fell into deep doubt about modern medicine:

"This is not scientific... This completely violates biological common sense..."

"What about febrile convulsions? Brain damage? Organ failure?"

"How can he still be snoring? And this snoring is steadier than my heartbeat!"

Gou Fugui silently put the pin back into the fire extinguisher, his face full of "I should have known" exhaustion:

"Let's disperse, let's all disperse."

"I knew it, wasting sympathy on this pervert is the greatest shame of our Class F."

"He's not sleeping, he's just... I can't even make up an excuse anymore, this guy is just a freak."

The three looked at each other, all showing a speechless expression of "Am I an idiot for worrying about him?", and then dispersed while muttering curses.

"Damn it, wasted my feelings!"

"In the future, even if he really catches fire, I'll only think he's practicing some kind of Flame Divine Art!"

And Jiang You, as the person involved, was still lying on the floor like a tireless little furnace, his snoring even louder, responding to his roommates' complaints.

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