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"Shocking, West Martialâs strongest Bai Xiaolong is actually a cross-dresser? Does he prefer JK uniforms or swimwear fishnets?"
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Bam!
Bai Xiaolong slammed his fist on the table.
His pupils were aflame; he wished he could crush this third-rate into dust.
"President, donât get angry. Look, I posted a rebuttal below.
"The previous line was just for attention. My relative worked in the UC Shocking Department, I know marketing. First, help you build a persona, and youâll be famous."
Indeed.
Following closely.
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"This damn misunderstanding! Shock! Bai Xiaolong vows to become an Unbreakable Grandmaster before graduation, or heâll castrate himself!"
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Crunch.
Crunch.
Bai Xiaolongâs fist clenched with crunching sounds.
He was pondering ways to kill without paying the price.
"President, look, your popularity is now ranked first on the campus network. Your fame is indeed terrifying, Iâm impressed."
The group leader exclaimed.
His account was gaining followers at an unprecedented rate.
"Delete it."
Bai Xiaolong said through gritted teeth.
"President, a truly bold man faces responsibility fearlessly. Whatâs there to fear?"
Wang Xiqiu said with an insidious smile.
Meanwhile, she eyed Bai Xiaolongâs physique.
Itâs a bit flat.
Wearing womenâs clothing needs curves for it to be beautifully appealing.
"Yeah, the buzz has reached over 60,000."
People were talking all at once.
Ultimately, under Bai Xiaolongâs pressure, the original post was deleted.
But the situation had already spiraled out of control.
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"Analysis! Why is Bai Xiaolong so arrogant?"
"Exclusive Interview: The grievance and feud between Bai Xiaolong and a piece of soap."
"Combat Technique · Sunflower Manual debuts, Bai Xiaolong might become the first demonic powerhouse, Eastern Xiaolong bows."
"The last descendant of Qing Dynastyâs court official summons Bai Xiaolong from afar."
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No stopping it now.
Within minutes, various analyses and rumors about Bai Xiaolong flooded the pages.
Bai Xiaolong contacted the moderator.
Thereâs too much to delete.
Doomed.
Now the fake news has become real drama; living will be tough from now on.
Bai Xiaolong looked murderously at the instigator.
But the group leader glanced innocently at Su Yue.
His meaning was clear: Su Yue told me.
"Su Yue, how dare you spread rumors about me."
Bai Xiaolongâs body trembled with anger.
"A bold man makes small goals; worst case, Iâll take you on wet adventures for the next half-year."
Su Yue sneered.
Suggesting Mu Cheng make me kneel on durians, on instant noodles, and they still wonât break.
Without teaching you a lesson, you wonât know your limits.
"Weâll clarify this matter later, letâs start the meeting now."
Mu Cheng sat upright solemnly.
"Starting today, I officially assume the position as West Martial Student Union President.
"Former President Bai Xiaolong will serve as Honorary Adviser of the student union, responsible for, responsible for... responsible for..."
Mu Cheng frowned.
At a loss for words for what Bai Xiaolong could do.
"Responsible for loafing around."
Su Yue proudly filled in.
"Su Yue, donât speak out of turn."
Mu Cheng glared at Su Yue.
Pfft.
Others couldnât help but burst into laughter.
The only person in West Martial who dared mock Bai Xiaolong like that was probably Su Yue.
"Todayâs meeting has three main items.
"First item, announce personnel appointments.
"Second, I introduce a new student union member, Su Yue.
"Third, discuss the personnel allocation for the end-of-term battle team."
Mu Cheng looked at Su Yue.
"Please, Su Yue, give a self-introduction."
Mu Cheng strictly followed the procedure.
"Hello everyone, my name is Su Yue... Next, Iâll introduce my resume. I come from a poor family but remain resilient and strive hard. During the freshman enrollment season, I slashed and flew the freshman group leader Du Jingâs Book away, but I didnât boast..."
Su Yue started introducing his resume without stopping.
Du Jingâs Book held a pen.
He looked more defeated than heartbroken, thinking could I quit, please stop.
Uncle Su.
Please stop.
"Alright, Su Yue, enough with the self-introduction."
Mu Cheng frowned.
This had turned into a boast session; in her 20-plus years of life, she had never seen such a shameless person.
"By the way, I have a minor identity.
"I also have a title at Jiangyuan Country."
Su Yue finally finished introducing then sat down.
"Wow, our Presidentâs boyfriend turns out to be a big official in Jiangyuan Country, impressive."
Su Yue made everyone laugh heartily.
Peng Guyu looked at Su Yue bewilderedly and couldnât help but praise.
Getting a title in a small country is already quite remarkable.
"No, unworthy, unworthy, actually itâs not a big official, donât exaggerate, itâs rather embarrassing."
Su Yue quickly waved his hand; this thick-skinned fellow rarely showed slight embarrassment.
"If itâs not a big official, then what title is it?"
Du Jingâs Book couldnât help but suddenly ask.
Trying to deflate your arrogance today.
Reveal your ugly face.
"Prince.
"The emperorâs brother, one beneath only the emperor, that sort of thing."
Once Su Yueâs words fell, Du Jingâs Book wished he could slap himself into unconsciousness.
This scoundrel.
Never a time for low-profile.
"Wow, Young Prince, are you interested in having wives and concubines?"
Wang Xiqiu jesting.
At once, Mu Cheng glared icily at Su Yue.
"Though I am a prince, I strictly adhere to the Divine Landâs law, upholding monogamy.
"The student union meeting room is a solemn venue, please donât joke about such dangerous notions.
"This fellowâs thinking is not good, feudal ideas are unacceptable."
Su Yue shook his head with seriousness.
Whoosh!
A few girls were amused by Su Yue, slapping the table.
This guy rattled off his achievements like performing a skit, speaking without stopping for breath.