Side Story 4: An An's "Superpower"

Side Story 4: An An's "Superpower"

The lunch break at Royal College is always filled with the noise of children.

But in a secluded corner behind the artificial hill, the atmosphere was tense.

"Hey! You little mute who doesn't speak! Stop right there!"

A burly, chubby boy with a fierce face, accompanied by two followers, blocked Pei An's path.

This chubby boy is named Zhao Teng. He is Prince Rong's most beloved grandson and a well-known little tyrant in the academy.

What he disliked most about Pei An was his aloof and arrogant attitude.

He's two years younger than me, so why does this kid always have that world-weary look on his face?

"What's up?"

Pei An stopped, still clutching the small wooden sword in his arms. He slightly raised his eyelids, and in his phoenix eyes, which resembled Pei Yunjing's, was a calmness and indifference that belied his age.

"Of course something's wrong!"

Zhao Teng rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender, lotus-root-like arms, and said fiercely:

"I've disliked you for a long time! Always pretending to be profound! Today, I, the young master, will teach you who's the boss in this academy!"

"Dare to have a go at me?"

Pei An tilted his head, his ears twitching slightly.

In his world, Zhao Teng's rapid breathing, heavy footsteps, and even the sound of blood flowing in his veins could be clearly heard.

It's noisy.

This kind of restless and impatient person is not even as good as one of his father's fingers.

"Not interested." Pei An turned to leave.

"Trying to run? No way!"

Feeling ignored, Zhao Teng roared and charged at him from behind, fist raised.

"Take this!"

Pei An didn't even turn his head, but simply took a slight step to the left.

"call--"

Zhao Teng's fierce punch grazed Pei An's clothes and missed. Because he used too much force, the chubby boy stumbled and almost fell face-first into the mud.

"You!" Zhao Teng exclaimed in exasperation, "You're lucky! Let's try again!"

He got up, and this time he was smarter and used his legs to sweep.

Pei An remained standing in the same spot, his eyelids slightly drooping, as if he were in a daze.

But in his auditory radar, the sound of Zhao Teng's trouser leg rubbing and muscles tensing when he lifted his leg was clearer than in slow motion.

"Right leg, sweeping horizontally, too weak, unstable base."

Pei An silently commented in his mind.

Then, he gently lifted one foot.

"Bang."

Just as Zhao Teng's leg came flying, Pei An's seemingly casual lift of his leg precisely blocked it.

"Ouch!"

The reaction force made Zhao Teng's toes ache, and he hugged his leg and hopped around on one foot.

"You...you know magic?!" Zhao Teng looked at the expressionless man who hadn't even moved a hand in horror.

Pei An finally turned around and looked directly at the panting chubby boy.

On his young, innocent face, a faint yet chilling, and extremely lethal expression appeared:

"It's not sorcery."

Pei An pointed to his ear, his voice cold and clear:

"You're being too noisy."

"Your heart is beating very fast, 120 beats per breath. You are afraid."

Zhao Teng blushed: "Who, who's afraid! This young master isn't afraid of you at all!"

"Not only afraid..."

Pei An did not stop his "mental attack".

He frowned slightly, his nostrils twitched, and then his gaze shifted downwards, landing on Zhao Teng's round belly:

"You had sweet potatoes and chive dumplings for breakfast."

"Your intestines are moving around a lot."

Pei An made a serious prediction:

"You're about to fart."

"Nonsense! You're the one who should release it—"

Before he could finish speaking...

"puff------"

A long, loud, and trembling fart exploded in the narrow space behind the artificial hill.

The two lackeys were dumbfounded.

Zhao Teng's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and he froze as stiff as a stone.

He, a prince of the highest rank, actually let out such a loud fart while fighting?!

But that's not all.

Pei An did not let Fang She off the hook just because he was dead.

He took a step back (out of disgust), and continued to deliver the final blow in a cold, factual tone:

"besides."

"Your bladder contractions are abnormal due to tension."

Pei An looked at Zhao Teng's two legs, which were trembling violently, and said calmly:

"You need to pee."

"Shut up! I won't... Ugh!"

Zhao Teng was about to retort, but under the combined pressure of physical shame and tension, he could no longer control his sphincter muscles.

"Splash..."

A warm liquid flowed down his trouser leg, quickly soaking a large area on the ground.

In addition to the smell of farts, there was now a strong stench of urine in the air.

Zhao Teng looked at the water stains on the ground, then at Pei An across from him, whose clothes were perfectly intact and who had a look that said, "I knew this would happen."

My mental state completely collapsed.

"Wow--!!!"

The little tyrant plopped down on the ground, opened his mouth wide, and let out a heart-wrenching cry:

"You're bullying me! Waaaaah! I'm going home to find my parents!"

"You're a devil! Waaaaah..."

The two henchmen were also terrified and started crying along with them.

Just as the crying shook the heavens.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

Suddenly, a dense sound of flapping wings came from the sky.

"Don't be afraid, An'an! Your big sister is here to save you!"

On the top of the artificial mountain, Pei Niannian jumped out like a female bandit.

She held a tree branch in her hand, followed by a swarm of black wasps, ready to wreak havoc.

"Who dares to bully my brother? I'll stab him until he's covered in welts!"

However, when she saw the situation below, she was completely stunned.

Her beloved younger brother was completely unharmed, and even covered his nose with a look of disgust.

Meanwhile, the legendary school bully was sitting in the urinal, crying with snot bubbling from his nose, looking at Pei An as if he were the King of Hell.

"Well……"

Pei Niannian waved her hand, signaling the wasps to pause their attack.

She jumped down, walked to Pei An's side, and looked bewildered:

"An'an, did you hit him?"

"No."

Pei An shook his head, sheathed the small wooden sword, and said calmly:

“I just… talked to him.”

Pei Niannian: "..."

They chatted? Did they talk themselves sick?

Looking at the chubby little boy who was crying so hard he was about to pass out, she couldn't help but give her younger brother a thumbs up.

“Okay, Pei An.”

"This mental attack... is even more venomous than my wasps!"

"Let's go home and wash our hands. It stinks here."

Pei An nodded, took his sister's hand, and left the smelly "battlefield" without looking back.

All that was left was Zhao Teng, who was crying so hard he was questioning the meaning of life, standing there bewildered in the wind.

He vowed never to provoke the Pei family again in his life!

That's terrifying! Waaaaah!