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In the cheering crowd, there weren't many who stayed quiet, only Qi He and his three disciples.
Qi He felt an unpleasant taste in his heart, though the scene was somewhat expected. If Ling Fan had been here, it certainly wouldn't have turned out like this.
Wu Rao pursed her lips; she could sympathize with the feelings of Su Qiong and the others at the moment, but she was also helpless to do anything.
As for Zhong Rong and Zheng Yu, it was the same for them too. Their positions in the academy weren't very high—farting without making any noise would be hard, let alone letting out something loud!
Su Qiong and the others felt their heads swell from the overwhelming sounds of cheering and shouting surrounding them, their faces drained of color, their mouths biting their lips until they bled.
Fan Zhan clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh without him even noticing.
