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Iron Eagle, on the other hand, was completely petrified on the spot.
He knew that Annie's actions were tantamount to slapping him hard in the face in front of the whole school.
Looking at Annie's gentle smile and then at Long Yan's indifferent eyes, jealousy and anger finally coalesced into a vicious and destructive thought.
Chapter 220 Setting off firecrackers in the toilet, blowing up Iron Eagle's shit.
Anne's act of "giving food" was the last straw that broke the camel's back for Iron Eagle.
He felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation and crisis.
He blamed it all on Long Yan and Pi Simao.
Blinded by jealousy, he couldn't think of any clever solutions, so he resorted to the most direct and despicable form of revenge.
Since they can't win in open battle, they'll resort to underhanded tactics.
The school's men's restroom, a confined space filled with smells and hormones, became the perfect place for him to commit his crimes.
He learned that Pi Simao had a bad stomach and would go to the toilet every afternoon after the second period.
Thus, a dirty plan was launched on July 17th.
That afternoon, as soon as the bell rang for the end of the second period, Pi Simao indeed clutched his stomach and rushed to the toilet.
No sooner had he gone inside than Tie Ying, accompanied by several of his most loyal henchmen, stealthily followed him in and, with a "click," locked the toilet door from the inside.
"Pi Simao, get out here!" Tie Ying blocked the doorway and shouted fiercely.
Upon hearing this, Simao, who was struggling in his cubicle, was so frightened that he almost couldn't pull up his pants: "Iron... Iron Eagle? You... what do you want to do? I... I'm warning you, hitting people is illegal!"
"Hahaha, here, I am the law!" Iron Eagle grinned maliciously, then winked at his henchmen, "Drag him out here!"
However, they did not know that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Xiao Long and Chou Pi Wen, these two "brother-protecting maniacs," had long noticed Tie Ying's ill-intentioned gaze.
They followed quietly, and after discovering that the door was locked from the inside, they exchanged a glance and revealed an expression of "I knew it."
Xiaolong walked to the window behind the toilet. The window was very tall and had only a narrow crack.
But this was not a problem for him at all.
He took a deep breath, lightly touched the wall with his foot, and moved like a nimble cat, silently climbing up and nimbly slipping through the narrow gap.
Meanwhile, Wen, the stinky guy, pulled out a secret weapon from his Doraemon-like pocket—a long, thick string of "Earth Red" firecrackers and a windproof lighter.
He flashed a devilish smile.
Inside the restroom, Iron Eagle's two henchmen were kicking the stall door with all their might.
"Pi Simao, if you don't come out, we'll kick the door down!"
Just then, a cold, emotionless voice rang out from behind them.
"Are you looking for me?"
The two henchmen turned around abruptly, only to find that Xiaolong had appeared behind them silently, like a ghost.
"You...how did you get in?" The two were startled.
Xiao Long didn't answer, but simply extended two fingers and, with a speed so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye, lightly touched the numb veins in both of their arms.
"what!"
"ah!"
The two men felt a sudden numbness in their arms, instantly losing all their strength. They screamed in pain as their weapons (mop and broom) fell to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Iron Eagle was both shocked and furious: "You little bastard, it's you again!"
Taking advantage of his height and strength, he lunged at Xiaolong, trying to pin him to the ground.
Xiao Long ducked low, easily dodging the attack. He circled behind Tie Ying, reached out his small hand, grabbed Tie Ying's belt, and suddenly pulled him up!
With a "rip," Tie Ying's designer trousers tore open, revealing cartoon underwear with a Donald Duck pattern printed on them.
"Wow! Donald Duck!" Si Mao from the next room poked his head out and exclaimed in surprise.
Iron Eagle was both ashamed and angry, and turned around to punch Little Dragon.
Instead of dodging, Xiao Long stepped forward and gently patted Tie Ying's fist, which was as big as a casserole dish.
What appears to be a casual strike actually contains a subtle technique for deflecting force.
Iron Eagle felt as if he had hit a ball of cotton, with no way to exert his strength. Due to inertia, his body staggered forward and crashed headfirst into the unflushed toilet next to him.
"thump!"
Water splashed everywhere.
Just as a full-blown brawl was unfolding inside the toilet, outside, Chou Pi Wen also began to act.
He lit the long string of firecrackers, grinned wickedly, and tossed it through the crack under the toilet door.
"Zi la la..."
The firecracker fuse emitted a chilling sound.
"What's that sound?" The only remaining henchman standing in the toilet looked down in confusion.
The next second, his pupils suddenly dilated.
"Boom! Crackle! Crackle—!!!"
A deafening explosion resounded in the enclosed toilet space!
Flames shot out, thick smoke billowed, and the noise was so loud that it seemed the entire school building was shaking!
"Aaaaaah—my butt!!"
"My ears are 2.2!!"
"Help!!!"
From the toilet came the heart-wrenching, agonizing screams of Tie Ying and the others.
When the thick smoke cleared, Tie Ying and his henchmen were seen covered in soot, their hair singed, their clothes torn to shreds, their faces patched with black and white, looking as if they had just crawled out of a battlefield, utterly disheveled.
Especially the henchman who was closest to the firecrackers, whose pants were completely blown open and charred black.
This toilet incident ultimately ended in a complete defeat for the Iron Eagle gang.
Not only did they fail to teach Si Mao a lesson, they also made themselves the biggest joke in the whole school.
Chapter 221 Picking up girls is an art!
The aftermath of the toilet firecracker incident is more intense than imagined.
Tie Ying and others sustained injuries to their buttocks from the explosion and had to take several days of sick leave. The school launched a serious investigation into this heinous "terrorist attack."
Although there is no direct evidence, everyone suspects Pi Simao and his "all-powerful" group of relatives and friends.
For a time, Pi Simao became virtually "untouchable" at school. No one dared to provoke him, but no one dared to approach him either.
He found himself in a strange, isolated state of "security".
However, this "security" did not solve the fundamental problem—his relationship with Anne remained stagnant.
"No way! What's the point of just driving away the love rival? The key is to make the female lead fall in love with the male lead!"
Over the weekend, in the Pi family's palatial living room, Uncle Da, who calls himself the "chief emotional consultant," gave Pi Simao another round of "lectures" with great distress.
He felt that the previous combat plans were too "brutal" and lacked "art."
"Chasing girls is an art, you know? Art!" Uncle Da said with a smug look on his face, his pinky finger twitching. "You can't just rely on fighting and killing. You have to be stylish, you have to have class. You have to make girls unconsciously attracted by your damn, irresistible charm!"
To better teach by example, Uncle Da decided to personally go to the school to give Simao a live demonstration of being a "love saint".
On Monday afternoon, Uncle Da changed into what he considered to be his most handsome outfit.
Wearing a flashy Hawaiian shirt, tight white bell-bottoms, and his hair slicked back with the "I Love Matchmaker" hair wax from Si Mao's can, and sporting a pair of aviator sunglasses, he looked like a washed-up male dancer from an 1980s dance hall.
With this appearance, he swaggered into the gate of Si Mao's school.
"Watch closely, Simao," Uncle Da pulled Simao to the corner of the corridor, which was Annie's usual route home from school.
He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Wait a minute, when Annie walks past here, what you need to do is just like me..."
As he spoke, he began to demonstrate.
"First, you need to relax your body and have a lazy yet cool feeling."
He turned to the side, leaning his entire back against the wall behind him in what he thought was a dashing pose.
"Secondly, your eyes should be dreamy, carrying three parts unruliness, three parts melancholy, and four parts indifference to the world."
He lowered his head slightly, revealing what he thought was a deep affectionate look above his sunglasses, gazing in the direction where Annie was about to appear.
"Finally, when she gets close, you have to give a soft whistle, not the thuggish kind, but the princely kind, understand? Like this..."
He pouted, ready to whistle.
Pi Simao watched in disbelief, thinking that Uncle Da's actions didn't resemble those of a prince, but rather those of a street thug preparing to commit a crime.
Just as Uncle Da was fully immersed in the moment and preparing to blow the "Prince's Whistle," he didn't notice that the wall behind him had just been mopped by the cleaning lady, leaving a layer of slippery water stains on the floor.
He was already off-balance when he posed for a pose. At that moment, his foot slipped…
"Ouch!"
Uncle Da felt a sudden emptiness behind him, lost his balance, and slid backward in an extremely awkward manner!
The sunglasses in his hand flew out, his body slid a short distance on the smooth ground, and finally, with a "bang," he fell flat on his back.
That posture was so comical, it looked like a turtle that had been stepped on.
Just then, Annie and several female classmates walked around the corner, chatting and laughing.
The first thing they saw wasn't Uncle Da posing for a photo, but him lying on the ground, groaning in pain after falling flat on his face.
"Hey? Isn't that Pi Simao's uncle?"
"Oh my god, how did he get hurt like that?"