Chu Hao had long been fed up with these brain-dead fans. Where on earth did they get their sense of superiority, "spraying" insults at everyone they saw?

"Clean up your mouths, you bunch of brain-dead fans! It's bad enough that you're ugly, but your words are as worthless as farts. Who's lacking manners here—me or you?"

As soon as these words were out, the fan group exploded with rage, cursing directly—as you can imagine, the words were pretty harsh.

"Fuck off! Say that again, I dare you!"

"Sisters, someone like him needs to be taught a lesson. What a piece of crap."

"So what if our words are nasty? We're seeking justice for our idol!"

"Protest! How can the school allow this kind of person? They should expel him immediately. He's a total embarrassment!"

Qin Feng was pleased. He didn't need to say a word for Chu Hao to be overwhelmed by the crowd's vitriol. Such was the power of a star.

Li Yin grew very angry. He made one comment and was immediately met with a barrage of insults from the trolls, making him furious.

Li Yin exclaimed angrily, "These people are insane!"

Chu Hao, the main target of the trolls, acted as if he couldn't hear them, remarking, "A bunch of brainless, brain-dead fans."

Qin Feng immediately shouted, "You can insult me, but please, don't insult my fans!"

The fans erupted once more. Believing Qin Feng to be a true gentleman, they blasted Chu Hao with even harsher words, calling him the dregs of society.

"So what if we're brain-dead fans? We choose to be!"

"My idol, I love you! This guy, compared to our idol, is just societal trash!"

"..."

Qin Feng was smug. What are you going to do now? Just wait to be verbally thrashed to death, he thought.

Chu Hao ignored the trolls, simply stating, "A bunch of dumbfucks."

"Fuck! Who are you calling a dumbfuck? Believe it or not, I could drown you with my spit!"

The trolls were incensed.

Chu Hao was exasperated by the incessant noise from the brain-dead fans. He took out some Cursed Rice and scattered it, yelling, "All of you, shut the hell up!"

"You think we'll shut up just because you say so? What a joke—"

Many were still spewing insults, particularly a group of brain-dead fans, when suddenly they found themselves unable to utter a sound!

The onlookers stared at the trolls in disbelief, wondering what had happened to them.

In an instant, the entire classroom and corridor fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened in confusion, unsure what was happening.

The trolls couldn't speak; even if they opened their mouths, not a single sound emerged.

The Cursed Rice was indeed effective—it could curse a person's soul. The human soul, consisting of the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, embodies an individual's unique characteristics. Cursing just one of these spiritual aspects could achieve the desired effect.

An eerie atmosphere spread. Those who couldn't speak were terrified; some were clearly screaming and shouting, yet made no sound.

Chu Hao spoke coolly, "Why aren't you spewing insults anymore? Now it's my turn to 'spray' you."

"A bunch of brain-dead fans fawning over celebrities? Just look at the kind of trash you idolize. I have nothing but contempt for you. Not only are you ugly, but your words are as filthy as shit."

"Who was it that wanted to 'spray' me just now? With a mouth like yours, resembling a pair of padded trousers, you'd better keep it shut! Go wash the morning's leek stench out of your mouth before you dare to speak—it's disgusting."

"And you! What's a grown man like you doing in this mess? It's one thing for others to fawn over female stars, but you chasing after a guy? That's just sickening. You pathetic creature! Get a little attention, and you forget your place, huh?"

"You! Yes, you! Who were you calling societal trash? From the left, you look like an idiot. From the right, a moron. Seen from above, you resemble a pig; from below, a donkey. Your face is as square as a television screen, and you look like the wall socket it plugs into. Any man who sees you would go limp!"

The girl was verbally assaulted until she cried, but even as she sobbed, not a sound could be heard.

"I'm not targeting anyone in particular," Chu Hao declared. "All of you brain-dead fans here are just spewing shit."

"HMPH... You want to 'spray' me? I'll verbally thrash every last one of you trolls," Chu Hao sneered.

The classroom fell deathly silent; only Chu Hao's voice, thick with derision, could be heard.

Especially those brain-dead fangirls; they were directly hit with such a barrage of insults that they started crying, their fragile sensibilities deeply wounded.

As for the onlookers, they were all flabbergasted. Chu Hao's successive tirades left the trolls utterly humiliated, with no ground to stand on.

The trolls were furious but voiceless, capable only of staring helplessly.

"DING! The Host successfully showed off, gaining 100 Show-off Points."

"DING! The Host's barrage of taunts achieved a critical hit, granting 400 Show-off Points."

Chu Hao said smugly, "That's right, I'm just that badass! Who dares to come at me now, huh? Cat got your tongue? Feeling stupid? Ugly and obsessed—you'll just be another female loser when you hit society."

Li Yin burst out laughing. "Well said!"

The Cursed Rice only targeted the trolls, so anyone who hadn't insulted Chu Hao could still speak.

Chu Hao, thirsty from all the roasting, asked, "Anyone got water?"

A bespectacled boy in class immediately produced a bottle of water and presented it to Chu Hao with utmost respect, his face shining with adoration.

Damn it!! Today was truly an eye-opener. Who knew someone could berate others like that?

And just like that, the trolls had suddenly gone mute. Those with fragile hearts, the so-called "dinosaur girls," were directly berated into tears.

Chu Hao smirked. Pretty awesome, isn't it?

Chu Hao took a sip of water, then turned to Qin Feng. "And you! Only these brain-dead fans could like a piece of trash like you. You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes, yet you still feel superior? When I look at you, I see a dog. When I don't look at you, you're less than mouse shit."

Qin Feng, hearing this, was incandescent with rage. "You...!!"

Chu Hao snorted. "If your 'true fans' here apologize to me, maybe they'll be able to speak again."

Qin Feng was seething.

The troll fans all looked towards Qin Feng.

Mu Yuxun had been watching, her heart conflicted, unsure whom to support.

Chu Hao addressed the trolls, "From the very beginning, who did I provoke here? You came looking for trouble with me, fine. But your words were as foul as shit. Did you think I was an easy target? If your precious 'idol' doesn't apologize, then none of you will ever speak again."

"DING! The Host successfully showed off, gaining 100 Show-off Points."

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat, staring in disbelief. Could the trolls' silence really be his doing?

This... Is he even human? He must be a god!

Qin Feng was both shocked and furious. Apologizing to Chu Hao was something he simply couldn't bring himself to do. Yet, if he didn't, he would disappoint many people.

Qin Feng ground his teeth. "Apologize to him? No way in hell!"

Chu Hao turned to the trolls. "See that? You bunch of idiots. This guy doesn't give a damn about any of you. All that talk about 'true love' and your 'idol'—have you ever stopped to think if you're even worthy in his eyes?"

Chu Hao's words struck deep into the hearts of the trolls; several girls were so frightened they burst into tears.

At this moment, they desperately longed for Qin Feng to stand up and say something.

But Qin Feng, glaring daggers at Chu Hao, knew apologizing was out of the question. He was a Heaven's Chosen Son, already starring in TV dramas at his age. His future was bright, and he couldn't allow Chu Hao to tarnish his reputation with such a stain. So, he turned and stormed off.

The trolls grew anxious. Is Qin Feng really not going to apologize?

Mu Yuxun couldn't help but say, "Qin Feng, just apologize to Chu Hao."

Seeing Mu Yuxun defending someone else, Qin Feng became even more enraged. "Me, apologize to *him*?" he roared. "Don't even think about it!"

With that, he stomped off, not sparing a second thought for the brain-dead trolls.

HMPH! I have plenty of other fans. I don't care about this bunch, Qin Feng thought dismissively.