"Fat pig, you sure have some nerve! Just gone for a few hours, and now you dare to kick the door when you come back!" Edward Grant didn't know what had gotten into William Carter, but he didn't take William Carter seriously at all.

Brian Cooper had also snapped out of his shock by now. He was quick-witted, and seeing Edward Grant speak up, he immediately chimed in, "Hey, fatso, did you confess to Grace Brooks last night and get someone to beat you up? Haha, where are your glasses and your shirt? Don't tell me you tried to force yourself on her, got beaten up, and then they took your stuff as evidence?"

He said it without much thought, but someone was listening closely. As soon as Edward Grant heard this, his face turned extremely ugly, and anger flared up in his heart! Only now did he notice that William Carter was indeed bare-chested. Damn, could this guy really have done something to the goddess in his heart?

"Not only did you come back this late and disturb our rest, but you even dared to kick the door! I think your fat body is itching for a beating again. Want me to help you out?"

The one who said this was Mark Harris, who was less than 1.7 meters tall and skinny as a monkey.

But this guy was sly and mean. His favorite thing was bullying William Carter. He shared the lower bunk with William Carter. Normally, people would sleep head-to-head or foot-to-foot, but he insisted on sleeping with his feet facing William Carter's head.

William Carter had tried to turn around and sleep the other way before, but every time he brought it up, Mark Harris would beat him up. After a few rounds of this, William Carter had no choice but to accept it.

"Hey, his pants are still dripping wet. Did he get rejected after confessing and then try to drown himself out of shame? Tomorrow's going to be lively! The biggest loser at Qingshui No.1 High, the fatso, confesses to the most outstanding and dazzling school beauty and gets rejected, then tries to drown himself—what a headline!"

Henry Clark's upper bunk neighbor, Samuel Reed, slowly put on his glasses. He saw everything clearly and immediately added fuel to the fire, clearly enjoying the chaos.

By now, some students from nearby dorms who had been woken up by the commotion had come to the door of 305 to watch the fun. Hearing Samuel Reed's words, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Edward Grant felt a bit relieved after hearing Samuel Reed's theory. He also noticed that the spot where William Carter was standing was already wet from the water dripping off his pant legs. Considering William Carter's personality, he thought this explanation was quite likely.

But as soon as he thought about William Carter daring to confess to his secret crush, the school beauty Grace Brooks, Edward Grant couldn't help but burn with jealousy. He thought to himself, even I don't dare to defile the goddess in my heart, and yet this fat pig tried to take advantage!

This time, he was determined to teach him a lesson in front of all these classmates, to really put him in his place. Otherwise, things would get out of hand!

He exchanged a glance with his upper bunk mates, Brian Cooper and Samuel Reed, and saw that they were thinking the same thing. Their faces immediately turned cold, and they sneered.

Only Henry Clark jumped down from his bed at once. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes and rushed to William Carter's side, asking with concern, "William Carter, where did you go? Where are your glasses and your shirt? Your pants are soaked—are you okay?"

Henry Clark was from the countryside and his family was poor, but he had gotten into Qingshui No.1 High through his own hard work. He studied diligently and was always among the top ten in the class. However, he was short and skinny, and often got bullied and laughed at by the bad students, so he felt sympathy for William Carter, who was always bullied as well.

Having just arrived in this world, William Carter finally felt a trace of genuine concern. He lowered his head and gave Henry Clark a faint smile. "I'm fine."

Then he looked up, his face instantly turning cold and dark as he stared at Edward Grant and said icily, "You tell me—who locked the door? Was it you?"

"Well, well, looks like you've grown a backbone! The fat pig in our dorm actually dares to talk to us like that! Listen up, fat pig, I'll tell you straight—it was me, your daddy, who locked the door. So what!" Edward Grant was completely enraged by William Carter's sudden assertiveness. As he spoke, he started to climb down from the upper bunk.

But before his feet even touched the ground, he felt a big, fat hand grab his neck. The next moment, his body felt light, and William Carter slammed him to the floor!

"Ah..." Edward Grant hadn't expected William Carter to attack so suddenly. He landed on his back, arms and legs flailing. On top of that, he was only wearing shorts, and the floor was icy cold, so he cried out in pain.

But it wasn't over yet. William Carter lifted his foot and stomped his mud-soaked sneaker right onto Edward Grant's chest, completely ignoring his painful struggles and the shocked gasps of the surrounding students. He just kept smiling faintly. "What's wrong? I'm stepping on you, so what?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads, glasses falling all over the floor!

David Cooper and Samuel Reed, who had been about to get out of bed and help Edward Grant beat up William Carter, were stunned by what they saw. Their minds went blank. Mark Harris rubbed his dazed eyes over and over again—was this a dream?

But William Carter was secretly delighted. Even though this body was still very fat, after being cleansed by the immortal spiritual energy from his tribulation period, it had already been completely transformed!

Not only was his nearsightedness completely cured, but with about sixty to seventy percent of his damaged Yangqiao meridian restored, almost all his hidden ailments were gone. Plus, after absorbing the spiritual energy that had overflowed from the Seven Luminaries Grass just now, his body was now as strong as an ox!