# Chapter 15: If You Can Fool One, Fool One
After waiting outside for quite a while, even Jiangnan's expression changed. He urged:
"What are you doing in there, bro? Embroidering or something?"
Unable to hold back any longer, Jiangnan teleported directly inside.
Then a piercing shriek rang out!
The guy inside was so startled he nearly fell headfirst into the toilet. He'd been happily relieving some pressure when a living person suddenly appeared?
"Damn? Teleporting to take a dump? Our Nan Shen is one of a kind!"
"Wait, this ability can be used like that?"
"What do you think? Every spatial ability user in the world is registered, because robbing banks would be way too convenient for them—no vault door would stop them..."
"But our Nan Shen uses it to poop..."
Jiangnan: "You done yet?"
That brother: "..."
"You done yet?"
"I said, Nan Shen... you... could you not stare at me? If you stare, I can't feel anything!"
Jiangnan raised an eyebrow: "Can't feel? Want me to help you?"
[Grievance Points from Ma Long +999!]
Sweating profusely, Jiangnan struggled hard to finish the battle.
Then he teleported out of the battlefield and returned to the classroom.
He'd forgotten—there was no one inside, and the bathroom door was still locked!
The people waiting outside had almost pounded the door off its hinges, shouting until they were hoarse, but Jiangnan never came out...
Unexpectedly, this earned him another wave of grievance points.
Jiangnan had thought that after this incident, classes would continue as usual.
But no...
School was canceled!
The reason?
The school's restroom facilities... were limited!
Half the students went home to shower and change their pants...
The remaining students studied in the classroom on their own...
Jiangnan sat innocently in the classroom, frantically doing worksheets, because he simply couldn't bear the resentful looks his classmates were shooting at him!
The moment school was over, he was the first to run, because he feared that if he stayed any longer...
He might get beaten to death!
Looking back on it now,
That stall fee wasn't paid for nothing, was it?
At least on the vendor cloth, he was invincible, avoiding the fate of being beaten up.
This big dummy... uh, handsome system had thought things through quite thoroughly, hadn't it?
Riding his old two-wheeled bike, he once again arrived at the Jiangcheng Night Market.
And was stunned by the massive crowd.
What's going on? This popular?
Jiangnan was struggling to squeeze through!
"Damn! The baldy's here! We didn't wait for nothing!"
"Haha, I thought he wasn't coming today!"
"We've been waiting for him!"
Someone shouted, and the crowd turned their heads in unison, their eyes landing on Jiangnan.
They opened a path for him straight to his stall.
Only then did Jiangnan understand—his Weibo had exploded yesterday! The brick-splitting video had gone viral.
Netizens who had finished their dinner and had nothing better to do came to watch the excitement.
Jiangnan's eyes lit up.
Business opportunity!
A naked business opportunity!
Jiangnan spread out his vendor cloth, set up ten bottles of "Farmer's Three Fists," and sat down on his small stool.
Behind him, red bricks were stacked in a row. He reached out, grabbed one, and smashed it against his own forehead on the spot!
Broke it clean!
"Damn! He actually hits himself! Right off the bat with a signature move?"
"Boss is awesome!"
"This is way more shocking than watching the video!"
"Turns out street vendors these days are all masters..."
The crowd let out a gasp!
Jiangnan: "Want to be like me? Smash bricks with your head, kick durians, tear open manhole covers with your bare hands?"
"Drink this 'Farmer's Three Fists'! If I can do it, so can you!"
Someone immediately booed: "Is this legit?"
"What is this, magic water?"
"Give it a rest—you almost talked Old Man Huang's ox at the village entrance into getting pregnant!"
Someone actually asked the price: "How much a bottle?"
Jiangnan: "Ten thousand a bottle. No haggling."
"Damn! Even robbery isn't this brazen!"
"Ten thousand? I'll take it!"
At that, even Jiangnan was stunned!
A scrawny guy in a white T-shirt, with flowing long hair, thin as a bamboo pole, stepped forward.
He was holding a streaming device!
He threw down ten thousand in cash, and on his phone's streaming screen, a flood of comments appeared:
"666"
"Outrageously wealthy!"
"1982 Farmer's Three Fists, refreshing and sweet—you deserve it!"
Jiangnan finally understood. This was a small internet celebrity who'd come to ride the wave after seeing his viral video yesterday?
Jiangnan took the money and handed the streamer a bottle of "Farmer's Three Fists."
The streamer flicked his flirty bangs and laughed: "Brother, if I drink this and it doesn't work, I'll expose you as a fraud right here! The viewers are all watching!"
Jiangnan curled his lip: "If it doesn't work after you drink it, I'll take your head off right now and kick it around like a ball!"
Streamer: "Haha, you said it!"
Hmm? Something felt off about that.
If it doesn't work, why would you take my head off?
[Grievance Points from Xu Yuan +451!]
"Forget it! Down the hatch! Aoligei!"
With that, the streamer actually chugged it all in one go!
The onlookers were stunned, then burst out laughing!
On the streamer's phone screen, comments flooded in. All of them:
"Hahahaha..."
"Bald! lightbulb.jpg"
"Mom, why am I kneeling while watching videos..."
"Already died laughing in the bathroom."
Xu Yuan let out a loud belch, then subconsciously flicked his flirty bangs...
Huh?
Where are my bangs?
Wait, where's my hair?
"How is it? Does it work?" Jiangnan put an arm around his shoulder and asked.
Xu Yuan made a bitter face: "Not sure if it works, boss, but my hair is definitely gone!"
Jiangnan: "That's not important! What matters is that now you can split bricks too!"
Not important?
What do you mean not important?
I'm bald now, okay?
Why would I want to split bricks? I want my hair!
I'm a streamer who makes a living off my looks...
[Grievance Points from Xu Yuan +666!]
"Haha! Whether it works or not, let's find out by splitting a brick!"
"You already spent ten thousand—don't chicken out!"
"Right? This is a great chance to gain followers!"
The crowd was riling him up.
Xu Yuan thought about it—true enough! He was already bald. Might as well go all out! In this day and age, followers mean money!
But when he looked at the red bricks on the ground, he immediately lost his nerve.
Real bricks! Breaking them with his bare hand?
If the brick didn't break and his skull got cracked instead, that would be interesting!
"Maybe... maybe we shouldn't..."
Jiangnan wasn't having it.
"How can we not? If you don't split a brick, people will say my 'Farmer's Three Fists' doesn't work! Where will my business be then?"
With that, he grabbed a red brick and smashed it right down on Xu Yuan's bald head!
Xu Yuan didn't even react!
"Bam!"
The brick shattered.
[Grievance Points from Xu Yuan +999!]
It's not YOUR head, so you don't care, right?
The crowd gasped!
Just look at Xu Yuan, that bamboo pole—a gust of wind could snap him in half!
He drank "Farmer's Three Fists" and could really split bricks?
Jiangnan grinned: "No problem, right?"
"Bam!"
He smashed another brick on Xu Yuan's head!
[Grievance Points from Xu Yuan +999!]
"Bam!"
Jiangnan: "Everybody take a look at this head! A solid iron-headed kid!"
"Bam!"
Jiangnan seemed to have gotten addicted. In a short while, he'd used Xu Yuan's head to split over a dozen bricks!
Xu Yuan tried to dodge, but Jiangnan had him in a headlock, leaving him no room to escape!
Damn!
If you want to crack bricks, crack them on YOUR own head!
Using my head to split bricks—what's that about?
Sure, it works,
But it hurts like hell!
[Grievance Points from Xu Yuan +999!]