Undoubtedly, Xanthia, the mastermind behind this event, is the mastermind behind the scenes, but no one will ever uncover the truth.

  The tiny bug is so small it’s nearly invisible to the naked eye, almost like dust, making it practically undetectable and impossible to guard against.

  This success is all thanks to the tiny bug, a summoned creature Xanthia acquired from a blind box.

  Using this tool to prank others and collect "pain points" for the first time, Xanthia had no reservations and felt immensely satisfied and relieved.

  Just when Jimmy, with his extremely low emotional intelligence, escated his offensive remarks, she had already reached her limit.

  Moreover, she mostly did so to help Dematero out of trouble. Fighting in front of Emmanuel wouldn’t just result in writing a reflection; it could lead to much worse consequences.

  No matter what, Xanthia didn’t want to drag her deskmate into this mess.

  In fact, she didn’t need Dematero’s help; she had her own way of retaliating.

  She was not like her former self, a socially anxious, soft-spoken girl who would wallow in self-pity when bullied. She would never let herself be wronged!

  After all, keeping herself happy was her top priority, so anyone who dared to upset her better be prepared to face maximum embarrassment.

  A prankster like her, when messing with others, had no sense of moderation.

  She didn’t care about the other person’s feelings. The more they suffered, the more she gained. She didn’t intentionally aim to rack up "pain points," but since someone willingly walked into her trap, she had no choice but to accept it with a smile.

  When Jimmy’s deskmate Crissante noticed him peeing in the cssroom and screamed in shock, she instantly drew the attention of the entire css.

  The bell for css had just rung, and with the strict homeroom teacher Emmanuel presiding over the podium, no one dared to be as noisy as before. Unlike during self-study periods when the css remained noisy even after the bell rang, the presence of a strict teacher like Emmanuel quickly silenced the room.

  Students were adept at adjusting their behavior based on the teacher. If the teacher was kind and lenient, they wouldn’t quiet down as quickly and would continue making noise for a while longer.

  At this moment, the quieter the css, the more noticeable Crissante’s excmation became.

  The stares from all the students subjected Jimmy to an instant social death—there was no denying the puddle of urine beneath his seat, serving as undeniable evidence.

  It’s unclear who first started ughing, but soon the whole css erupted:

  “Whoa, Jimmy, you didn’t pee during the long break, but chose to do it right after css started. How ughable!”

  “Hahahaha, this is too funny. In all my years of schooling, I’ve only seen cssmates unable to hold in diarrhea during css, never someone peeing!”

  “So just how urgent was it that he couldn’t hold it? Or was he too scared to ask the teacher for a bathroom break?”

  “Teacher Emmanuel is terrifying. Even if he agreed, he’d probably make some sarcastic remarks, asking why Jimmy didn’t go to the bathroom during the break… and then add something like, ‘Lazy horses pee and poop more!’”

  “I decre Jimmy the ‘Pee King.’ His pee is mightier than his pen!”

  “Indeed, great without needing many words! All the fshy stuff is no match for our Pee King’s stream!”

  “This is hirious. Our Css 3 is truly full of talents! Now that we have a Pee King, we’re just waiting for a Fart King and Poop King.”

  As the whole css ughed, only Jimmy was left in a state of utter bewilderment. If he could, he’d prefer to completely forget today ever happened.

  Clearly, Jimmy, socially dead, was suffering to the point of losing his sanity.

  [ Ding, pain points from Jimmy +4396. ]

  The sweet system notification rang deep in Xanthia’s soul.

  Wow, it’s a jackpot!

  She had only commanded the summoned beast to give a light bite, using the skill, and ended up earning enough for next month’s blind boxes, with extra to spare.

  Jimmy, thank you. Because of you, I now have plenty of prank game currency. My unlucky teammates in the mobile game will benefit; at least I won’t start with the cssic "0-5."

  Dematero, initially angry and wanting to give Jimmy a good lesson, now had an interesting expression, mistakenly believing it was his actions that scared Jimmy into peeing.

  Did I... just kill him?

  The term "scared to pee" was usually a figurative exaggeration, but it had never been so literal.

  Dematero’s anger vanished, repced with pity for Jimmy. A boy who cared so much about his image was now socially dead, losing his high school dating prospects.

  What girl with a strong stomach could accept this "Pee King"?

  At a critical moment, Emmanuel restored order. As the css ughed, he smmed the yellow triangle ruler on the podium and shouted angrily, “What’s all this noise about? Am I too lenient, or are you all in your rebellious phase?”

  As the css fell silent, he cast his sharp eyes toward Jimmy’s direction, asking menacingly, “What nonsense is going on over there?”

  Jimmy snapped out of his daze and, quick-wittedly, attempted to cover it up: “Teacher, I accidentally knocked over my water bottle, wetting my pants and the floor… I really didn’t pee in the cssroom.”

  Emmanuel walked down from the podium, instantly recognizing the lie but chose not to expose it. He coldly said, “Then clean it up, and go back to the dorm to change your pants.”

  For the first time in his life, Jimmy felt that Teacher Emmanuel... no, Teacher Emmanuel was worthy of being a special-grade teacher, not just for his high teaching standards but for his impeccable ethics and professionalism. Teacher Emmanuel, what a great personality! He was utterly convinced.

  Crissante wanted to say more, but under Emmanuel’s cold gaze, she hesitated.

  She couldn’t help but think bitterly, how could Emmanuel not smell the strong urine odor and mistake it for water?

  Teacher Emmanuel truly lived up to his position, no different from moral teachers of ancient times, who pointed at a horse and called it a deer. She saw through it.

  Anyway, the students around Jimmy knew the truth. The yellow urine and its strong smell were unmistakable, and no cover-up would change that. Despite his attempts to deceive himself and find an excuse, he was bound to become the subject of everyone’s gossip. Although cssmates wouldn’t harbor malice, this incident was undeniably entertaining and yet pitiable for a few, like Dematero.