At this moment, Song Changkong froze and an awkward smile appeared on his face.

"Ha...haha...yes! I'm here too! What a coincidence! What a coincidence!"

Seeing this, Su Die habitually clenched her fists, rubbed her hands together, and looked like she was ready to fight.

But the next moment, Song Changkong's eyes widened, he looked into the distance ahead, and spoke in a shocked tone.

"Oh my God! Director Su! You're here too?"

Hearing this, Su Die was slightly stunned and quickly turned her head to look.

After all, who else could be called Director Su in the school except his brother?

But at first glance, there was no one in that direction, nothing at all.

After being stunned for a moment again, she instantly realized that she had been fooled. At this moment, the anger in her heart doubled.

Looking back again, as expected, the culprit Song Changkong had taken the opportunity to escape and disappeared without a trace.

Su Die clenched her fists and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Asshole! How dare you play tricks on me! Looks like I didn't hit you lightly enough, Song Changkong, you're dead!"

Liu Yanran, who was standing behind him, watched the whole process. She was not fooled by Song Changkong's tricks, nor did she remind Su Die not to fall into the trap.

At this moment, a hint of amusement emerged on Liu Yanran's face, and she added fuel to the fire in a sinister way.

"Xiao Die'er! Not only that! I think that with Song Changkong's level of suicidal tendencies, he will probably exaggerate the conversation between you and Junior Lin today and make up some specious news."

"However, if we rush to the south gate of the school's back hill now, we might be able to stop him!"

Hearing this, Su Die clenched her fists and spoke angrily.

"Is it still the South School Gate this time? All right! Xiao Yanran, thank you for the reminder! This time! I want him to completely repent for what he did!"

Having said that, he stood up, rushed out of the cafeteria with a whoosh, and headed towards his target.

In the cafeteria, Lin Ping'an looked on calmly, his whole body was calm and not disturbed at all.

Liu Yanran turned her eyes and smiled slightly.

"Are you confused about the reason, Junior Brother Lin? That's because Song Changkong is not only the most outstanding student in the Medicinal Food Manufacturing Department, but also the most gossipy paparazzi leader in Daxia Academy."

"Some time ago, when Xiao Dier came to see you, he took a photo of her and created a scandal about the two of you!"

"If you don't believe me, you can go to the campus network and check it out yourself. The headlines are pretty explosive!"

“And there’s a lot of discussion.”

A normal person would be eager to find out what's going on when hearing this.

However, Lin Ping'an remained calm, as if those things didn't matter at all and he didn't care about the rumors.

He said nothing, just nodded calmly.

"Okay! Got it! Goodbye, Senior!"

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked outside.

After three breaths, looking at Lin Ping'an's gradually moving away figure, Liu Yanran's face became more and more amusement-filled, and curiosity flashed in her eyes, as if she saw some new toy.

"Interesting! Really interesting! It's getting more and more interesting!"

Half an hour later.

Song Changkong was surrounded again. Not only were his injuries on his face several times more serious, but he also gained two sizes of weight.

After a beating and venting her anger, Su Die felt a lot better.

Then, she looked at someone lying on the ground pretending to be dead, snorted coldly, and once again uttered harsh words.

"Asshole! If you dare to spread rumors again, I will beat you every day until graduation."

After saying that, he turned and left.

After a long while, Song Changkong climbed up, gasping for air and mumbling something.

"Damn! It's that scheming woman Liu Yanran again. How come she can always guess where I'm going?"

"Besides, I have never made up rumors! When have I ever written something that was not true? I just exaggerated it a little bit using journalistic techniques!"

"However, this matter must be made public, otherwise, this beating would have been in vain!"

"This time, after sending them out, I will immediately go to the battlefield of all races and hide for a while. I cannot give them another chance to find me."

As he spoke, he did not give up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Life never stops, and so does seeking death. This is Song Changkong's creed.

On the other hand, after Lin Ping'an returned to Villa No. 1, he immediately began to study new skills.

After all, "The Demonic Body of Pain" is only a yellow-level technique, and most of its practitioners are at the lower three levels. It also prevents others from using it to practice and break through to the third level or above.

In other words, after the breakthrough, using it is not as fast as practicing other equally profound-level techniques.

Now, after Lin Ping'an broke through the 4th level, the feedback brought back by those practitioners of "The Demonic Body of Pain" is no longer enough for him to continue to make rapid progress.

After all, what was fed back was only ordinary blood and qi of the lower third grade. Compared with the middle grade blood and qi, the exchange ratio was too high.

What's more, the qi and blood that Lin Ping'an possesses have undergone an extraordinary sublimation and transformation, which is many times higher than the normal proportion.

Therefore, developing higher-level cultivation techniques is the first thing that must be done.

As for other types of exercises, after solving the problem of practice speed, you can enhance your strength while creating.

Originally, he planned to use the extra feedback from the "Painful Demon Body" to cultivate inspiration and upgrade his skills.

It is also possible to expand its scope of application from the lower three grades to the middle three grades.

But when he saw that his civilization value had reached 550,000, and recalled the martial arts knowledge he had gained during these days, he changed his mind after making various novel guesses and conjectures.

Lin Ping'an felt that he could take bigger steps and make the effect of the technique he wanted to create more direct and faster.

Sitting cross-legged, he put his mind into the creative space and countless inspirations emerged.

As the civilization value continues to decrease, the content of the new skills is constantly being improved, and the overall progress is also constantly rising.

…5%…10%…15%…

A few hours later, as it grew darker, the number of people on campus gradually dwindled, but the campus network was flooded with articles one after another.

Song Changkong, the most powerful paparazzi in Daxia Academy, also began his crazy and deadly journey.

"The most powerful genius of Daxia Academy, Lin Ping'an, came out of confinement and had a secret meeting with two senior sisters in the cafeteria..."

《Shocking Threesome! I shouldn't be sitting, I should be standing behind...》

"Two women compete for a husband, the king of news risked his life to personally go to the front line to witness the most explosive scene in Daxia Academy..."

"President Su spoke twice in a row, but was rejected by Lin Pingan..."

"Two best friends, one standing and the other sitting, one talking big while the other being angry but not daring to speak..."

…

Each title is more exaggerated than the last and looks more attractive than the last.

And under each article, countless comments and messages appear instantly.

Among them, those at the top are all insults, basically greetings to the author's entire family.

"You bastard! Another headline-grabbing post! I already had my paper ready, but when I clicked in, this is the result?"

"Fuck you! Give me back my 1 merit point! This is just a stupid lie!"

"You're also cheating for 1 merit? Can't you live anymore?"

"If I could beat you, I would beat you eight times a day."

"Is there still justice? Is there still law? Are there still school rules? Is the school just going to let Song Changkong, this bastard, do whatever he wants? Fine him with merit points. He must be severely punished."

“…”

And behind the abusive comments, there are also many gossipers who eat melons rationally and discuss rationally.