Above the Galaxy
Chapter 257 - 178: Wet Pants!_4

Chapter 257: Chapter 178: Wet Pants!_4

Zhong Tianque frowned deeply, adjusted his sitting position, and silently clenched his buttocks.

Unfortunately, he still couldn’t hold it in.

Pfft...

Zhong Tianque suddenly let out a loud fart.

Due to the arrival of the Eldest Prince and Si Yinchuan, the students were somewhat restrained.

Adhering to the ancient rule of "eat in silence and not speak during rest," most of the students just buried their heads in their meals with barely anyone talking, and if they did speak, it was in extremely hushed tones. The cafeteria was unusually quiet.

The quieter the cafeteria, the more thunderous the fart seemed by contrast.

Zhong Tianque’s face turned slightly red, and he awkwardly tried to explain, "I might have eaten something bad this morning, my stomach is a little uncomfortable... I’m sorry for disturbing everyone."

"It’s okay," Si Yinchuan said, attempting to comfort him. "Your Highness, you’re feeling unwell? Do you want a doctor to take a look and perhaps take some medicine?"

"There’s no need," Zhong Tianque, unaware of the severity of the situation, smiled and said, "It’s much better now..."

"That’s good," Si Yinchuan nodded, not giving it further thought.

He just considered it a simple fart, after all; everyone has emergencies, and who doesn’t have some impurities in them?

Zhong Tianque bowed his head to eat again, worried about provoking a gastrointestinal reaction, he didn’t dare to eat any more of the greasy braised pork. Instead, he picked up a piece of Glacier Fish.

Before he could start chewing, another wave of intense pain hit his stomach, and his intestines churned even more violently as if they were tumbling and fighting inside.

Pfft...

Pfft...

Pfft.....

Pfft pfft pfft......

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He first let out several small farts, short and rapid, lacking in force.

But those few small farts were the vanguard, the scouts.

They completely cleared out his intestines, then came a succession of loud farts.

There’s an old saying: loud farts don’t stink, and stinky farts aren’t loud.

Yet, Zhong Tianque completely overturned the ancients’ understanding.

His farts were both stinky and loud, with a thunderous presence.

They had the force of the mountains and rivers.

At this moment, everyone in the cafeteria was drawn to this series of stinky farts.

All eyes were on Zhong Tianque, even the master chef inside the cafeteria window was startled, looking towards the source of the sound with a look of horror...

Let it not be someone with a stomach upset?

With the Eldest Prince and Dean Si present, the master chef certainly couldn’t shoulder such a responsibility.

"Your Highness..." Si Yinchuan called out.

Wanting to say something, yet not knowing what to say.

Tang Fei also looked at Zhong Tianque with a face full of surprise, obviously, he had not expected such an incident...

Shen Xinglan set down her cutlery, pondering as she scrutinized Zhong Tianque, her peripheral vision falling on Tang Fei.

Tears were almost spilling from Zhong Tianque’s eyes, why? Why?

All he wanted was to eat in the cafeteria and to show his approachable persona, how could he have encountered such a thing?

How was he supposed to live through this? How was he supposed to carry on?

Even if Zhong Tianque had a thick skin and was quick to adapt, he couldn’t sit still at this moment.

His face flushed with embarrassment, he set down his chopsticks, clenched his buttocks tight, and using his Internal Cultivation Methods to lock his anus, he said to Si Yinchuan, "Dean Si, I’m feeling a bit unwell, I will head back first..."

"Sure, sure, if Your Highness is not feeling well..." Si Yinchuan knew what this scene implied; if not handled well, it could become a PR crisis for the Royal Family.

He also put down his chopsticks and said, "I’ll accompany you back, Your Highness."

Zhong Tianque felt his stomach turning upside-down and beyond any polite conversation, stood up to leave.

He had only walked a few steps when a strong current rushed downward, looking to burst forth.

Zhong Tianque tried to hold it back, but clearly, he couldn’t.

Since he had already let out so many farts, he didn’t care about one more...

So, he relaxed his legs, looking to let it all out for a moment of relief.

Splurt...

A big gush of liquid flowed out.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

An untimely voice just happened to speak up at this moment: "His pants are wet."

"..."