The ughter provoked by Hera's unexpected antics didn't st long, but it left a significant impression. Her uncontrolble series of loud, echoing farts certainly captured everyone's attention.

  Her notoriety had now extended beyond Css 3 of the first-year students. The students from neighboring Csses 2 and 4 had also witnessed the spectacle. Some even found themselves infected by her contagious ughter, unable to resist joining in.

  Rumors about Hera's bizarre behavior were bound to spread quickly across the campus. Fortunately, there’s an old saying: "Loud farts don’t stink, but silent ones do." While her actions were unprecedented, since they involved only sound without the accompanying smell, she inadvertently entertained everyone like a clown.

  Oddly enough, she had contributed positively in this regard. The students who thrived on amusement undoubtedly appreciated her antics. Her actions added a much-needed dose of humor to the monotonous high school routine.

  However, Hera herself did not desire this kind of recognition. After such a public embarrassment, she was in utter agony. What terrified her most wasn’t the loud fart—after all, everyone experiences bodily functions. It was the uncontrolble ughter that followed. Was she under some kind of spell, like the legendary Elixir of Laughter?

  The key issue was that her wild behavior gave the impression she took immense pride in her loud fart, showing no shame whatsoever!

  ...

  Hera, it seemed, had absolutely no shame. She was completely self-indulgent.

  Initially, her image in css wasn’t noteworthy—academically, she ranked firmly st among the girls. Her social standing wasn’t great either. Yet her habit of acting like she came from a wealthy familia, always emphasizing sophistication, gave her a "rich girl" aura.

  But after this incident, her "rich girl" image was shattered. Instead, she was now crowned with the "Fart King" title!

  ...

  [Ding, pain points extracted from Hera!]

  This heiress, previously notorious for bullying, had finally made her biggest blunder yet.

  Xanthia had also discovered a new skill, which she found particurly effective. She could control others’ ughter as though maniputing insects, making them ugh or stop at will. This newfound ability proved to be quite amusing.

  Regarding those who targeted her maliciously, Xanthia felt no guilt about using them as test subjects for her experiments. Every day, she would review her "Malicious Notebook." Anyone listed there would be ready to serve as her next experiment.

  It was their own fault, after all. Xanthia was merely defending herself.

  Regardless, Hera’s escapade brought ughter to everyone. Spreading joy, albeit unintentionally, was commendable in its own way.

  ...

  As order returned, Dionysius finally began his mundane fg-raising speech:

  "Autonomy is an essential quality for learning. Only by possessing this quality can we unleash our potential and build a future with a positive mindset.

  Autonomous learning involves self-awareness, self-knowledge, self-confidence, and self-discipline. In the intense academic competition, mastering autonomous learning is our long-term core advantage. Now, I will discuss these four principles..."

  The girls who had initially supported Hera suddenly found Dionysius’s lengthy fg-raising speech dull. They couldn’t help but agree with Xanthia’s earlier critique: Dionysius was boring.

  Though the critique might have been a little harsh, they sincerely felt that listening to him speak was less interesting than watching Hera’s fart-induced ughter episode.

  Hera’s performance had been like a wild horse show—chaotic, hirious, and unforgettable.

  ...

  While Hera had certainly struck gold in terms of notoriety, her mental fortitude was undeniable. She boldly did things others would hide or feel embarrassed about. Whether favoring the wealthy or disparaging the poor, she did so openly, believing it was how the world operated.

  Thus, she didn’t think much about farting in public; it was the uncontrolble ughter that terrified her. Specuting wildly, she wondered if she had been poisoned or possessed.

  As the saying goes, "Nothing to hide, nothing to fear." Hera had done her fair share of questionable things in junior high, never reflecting on them. However, today’s incident was truly strange...

  ...

  The fg-raising ceremony, despite the minor mishap, concluded satisfactorily. While everyone quickly forgot the speeches, the girl from Css 3 who caused the uproarious ughter remained unforgettable.

  Back in css after the ceremony, Dionysius’s best friend, Santos, handed him a book like a microphone and asked:

  "Dionysius, rumors are flying! A girl in Css 3 was so excited by your speech that she ughed, farted, and danced joyfully. What do you think of such an admirer?"

  Dionysius, initially in good spirits, frowned. He had noticed Xanthia seemed distracted during his speech but still found her endearing. Now, faced with Santos’s "interview" and the crowd’s amusement, his mood darkened.

  Already annoyed by admirers, he grumbled, "What do I think? I have no comment. It’s just a rumor. Let’s not spread it further. Honestly, I can’t imagine someone ughing while farting. It’s too exaggerated."

  Struggling to stifle ughter, Santos teased, "But it’s not exaggerated. The news came from Css 2. A boy who admired Xanthia was nearby and saw everything! Poor Xanthia—two seats from the epicenter. If it had been toxic, she might’ve been in real danger!"

  "Shut up, will you? Why do you always bring up nonsense like this?" Dionysius snapped, pyfully tapping Santos on the head with the book.

  Santos loved teasing Dionysius about Xanthia, knowing it would provoke a reaction.

  ...

  Time flew by, and soon the school was preparing for the autumn sports event. But before that, a notice about a campus inspection prompted the principal to organize a "big clean-up" activity.

  Students treated these clean-ups half-heartedly, often spending the leftover time pying on the basketball court or pyground.

  Xanthia, who typically disliked such activities, was thrilled to discover a system reward: a maid outfit for completing the task. She threw herself into cleaning with newfound enthusiasm, eagerly awaiting more such rewards.