Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

Xu Jun stared at him as if he were some rare species. His first words almost made Zhang Meng, who was standing beside him, choke.

He also lived on the sixth floor of the men’s dorm and had naturally witnessed the conflict between Du Ming and Chen Chong, so he knew about the grudge between them.

In fact, he himself couldn’t stand Du Ming, the floor chief who threw his weight around by relying on others’ power.

Even after being provoked several times, Du Ming hadn’t reacted.

Perhaps he was afraid to pick a fight with people from a dorm full of martial artists.

Instead, he’d chosen to make an example of Chen Chong and Xu Jun, who were only a duo. Who would’ve thought he’d misjudged so badly? He got beaten even more miserably and was almost killed on the spot!

But even if he didn’t die, after taking a dynasty-ending kick to the groin, he couldn’t be far from death in this kind of environment.

But unexpectedly, he really hadn’t died.

And to think they’d run into him in such a vast Primitive Jungle. It must be fate...

"Chen Chong!"

"Xu Jun!"

"And..."

Du Ming stood at the head of a group of more than ten people, his expression shifting from shock to rage.

Especially when he saw Wang Biao, the muscles in his cheeks trembled, and he looked like he was about to have a seizure.

"Hey, Du Ming, how’d your voice get so high-pitched?"

Xu Jun spoke again.

This sentence instantly made Du Ming’s expression even darker.

Zhang Meng burst out laughing. "Brother Xu Jun, isn’t it obvious? Why do you think the eunuchs in ancient times had such squeaky voices?"

Xu Jun was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on him. "Oh, so you’ve got nothing down there anymore!"

"Speaking of which, Du Ming, you’re pretty tough. Surviving an injury that severe... your Life Energy is comparable to a cockroach’s."

"Even though I can’t stand you, I’m a model student. I’m usually too scared to even kill a chicken, let alone a person."

"Back then, I thought you wouldn’t survive that kick. I was so worried I couldn’t eat or sleep for days. The guilt... I felt so responsible..."

"Now that I see you’re safe and sound, I can finally rest easy."

Chen Chong couldn’t help but glance at Xu Jun.

’Couldn’t eat or sleep?’

’If I weren’t with him every day, I might have actually believed him.’

’For those two days, that guy ate more than anyone else...’

Huang Mao had also witnessed that fight, so of course he knew how badly Du Ming had been injured.

There was no blood, but a stomp right in *that* spot... with the current medical conditions, was that even treatable?

"Brother Meng, is Du Ming just that tough, or did that kick miss its mark back then?"

"Hey, how could it have missed? If you don’t trust Brother Wang Biao, can’t you trust Du Ming? If nothing was wrong, would his voice be that high-pitched?"

"True. But back at school, they had trouble even treating a simple wound infection. How did he survive?"

"If I’m not mistaken, it’s probably thanks to that half-assed vet from the Survival Association. I heard he only knows how to castrate pigs, and he just prescribes veterinary antibiotics to students. Don’t tell me..."

The two of them looked at Du Ming.

Xu Jun, who had overheard, cracked up on the spot. Since he had a score to settle with Du Ming, he didn’t hold back at all.

"So you got castrated like a pig, huh? By the way, if you were fine, how come you didn’t show your face all this time? You had me thinking you were dead!"

You!!!

Listening to the thick sarcasm in Xu Jun’s words, Du Ming trembled with rage, his face turning the color of pig liver.

’Why didn’t I show my face?’

’I needed a goddamn chance to show my face!’

’I was stuck in bed for over ten days. Where was I supposed to show my face?’

Zhang Meng was right. He really had been ’cured’—they’d cut his balls right off and thrown them away...

To this day, he remembered with perfect clarity the words of the vet named San Bangzi, and the scene from that time...

...

"It’s already rotten. If we don’t cut it off, the infection will spread and it’ll be untreatable."

"Don’t you have antibiotics? Use them! Use them first! If they don’t work, we can figure something else out! You can’t cut this thing off!"

"Your line of thinking isn’t wrong, but the key is... I don’t know how to treat injuries like this! I only know how to castrate pigs. It’s the only skill my old man taught me. Let’s just cut it off. I’m confident about that part."

"You fucking dare! If you touch it, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

"Hurry up and hold him down! We don’t have any anesthesia. What if he runs off while I’m cutting?"

"AAAAH! I’ll kill you! Don’t cut it! I’ll kill you!"

"I’m making the incision. Hold him tight..."

"AAAAAH!!!"

...

As his thoughts returned to the present, tears welled up in Du Ming’s eyes.

In the end, it had been cut off.

Thanks to the veterinary antibiotics, the wound didn’t worsen, and he was finally able to get out of bed after nearly ten days.

In the end, he never managed to kill San Bangzi.

After all, as the only vet in the association who knew anything about treating injuries, Sima would never let him do it.

Even though he couldn’t accept that he was no longer a complete man, in the end... he accepted it.

Du Ming had consoled himself more than once.

’It’s not like there are no benefits to having it cut off. At least I don’t have to think about men and women anymore...’

Sima told Du Ming that he would get justice for him sooner or later, but he was too busy to spare the manpower right now. The Survival Association was also recruiting students, so they couldn’t act recklessly and create a bad impression, which might scare off those who were still on the fence about joining.

So, the matter of helping him deal with Chen Chong and Xu Jun had to be postponed.

As compensation, he had made him the captain of a hunting squad. It came with a little bit of power, which was much better than his previous position as floor chief.

Today was Du Ming’s first time leading a team out since getting out of bed. Even though he hadn’t fully recovered, he really couldn’t stand lying down anymore.

He just had to walk with his legs spread a bit wider, and a bit slower, and it wouldn’t be a problem...

He just never expected that... on his very first outing, he would run into the last people he ever wanted to see.