Chapter 68: The Awful "Shrek Eight Monsters," Ma Hongjun and Oscar
Chapter 68: The Awful "Shrek Eight Monsters," Ma Hongjun and Oscar
The night passed in silence.
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, a hint of fish-belly white appeared in the eastern sky.
Several young men and women stood scattered across the relatively flat open ground in the center of Shrek Academy.
Besides the six familiar faces—Lin Qingmo, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ning Rongrong—there were two new faces in the group.
One was a short, chubby boy.
He wasn’t old, but his body was already round, like a ball.
He had a... well, a very contemptible smile on his face.
He looked a bit shifty-eyed, his gaze constantly drifting toward the girls, making him seem exceptionally lecherous.
His name was Ma Hongjun, twelve years old, a level twenty-seven attack systemSpirit Grandmaster, and his Spirit was the quite rare Evil Fire Phoenix.
With his personality and appearance, it was truly difficult to associate him with a noble creature like a "Phoenix."
He looked more like a lecherous barnyard chicken.
The other was the complete opposite.
He was a tall, thin, fair-skinned youth.
He was actually quite handsome.
But he looked a bit frail, as if he might fall over in a gust of wind.
His name was Oscar, also twelve years old, but his spirit power had reached level twenty-nine, just one step away from becoming a Spirit Elder.
His Spirit was a Sausage, a rare food system support Spirit.
At this moment, however, this food systemGenius’s gaze was fixed, blankly staring in one direction—at Ning Rongrong.
In fact, these people had already had an "informal" meeting not long ago.
It’s just that the process was hardly pleasant.
Because Ma Hongjun couldn’t control his eyes and mouth, he had offended Xiao Wu with his words.
As a result, he was taught a lesson on the spot by an enraged Xiao Wu with a set of sharp Eight-Stage Kick, beaten until he was crying for his parents and his face was black and blue.
To the point that now, whenever he saw Xiao Wu, his calves would still tremble uncontrollably, and he wished he could hide far away.
And as for Oscar...
From the first moment he saw the charming, bright, and somewhat noble Ning Rongrong, it was as if he had lost his soul.
He had been staring at her blankly and foolishly like that.
It made Ning Rongrong feel so uncomfortable that she wanted to give him a kick.
At this moment.
The atmosphere on the open ground could be described as quite strange and complex.
Xiao Wu stood close to Lin Qingmo, with almost half of her body leaning against him.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with unconcealed attachment and admiration for Lin Qingmo.
The affection was so thick that even a blind person could see it.
Not far away on the edge, Tang San’s expression was terrifyingly gloomy, as if water could be wrung from it.
His gaze was like poisoned nails, fixed firmly on the intimate figures of Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu.
Various negative emotions grew wildly in his heart, becoming almost the main theme of his life lately.
However, interestingly, there was someone else staring at Tang San with a nearly venomous look at this moment.
It was none other than Dai Mubai.
If looks could kill, Tang San would probably have been cut into a thousand pieces by Dai Mubai’s cold, sharp gaze.
But Dai Mubai’s thoughts were conflicted.
His gaze constantly drifted uncontrollably toward that cold, slender black figure—Zhu Zhuqing.
His eyes were a mix of regret, resentment, struggle, and a hint of lingering affection.
Unfortunately, Zhu Zhuqing had no reaction to his gaze.
She didn’t even spare him a glance from the corner of her eye.
Instead, her attention was focused more on Lin Qingmo, who was being clung to by Xiao Wu.
The three thousand-year spirit rings Lin Qingmo displayed during yesterday’s test, along with his effortless and powerful control over the entire situation, had left a deep impression on her.
This blue-haired youth seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mysterious mist.
Ma Hongjun shrank back to the very edge of the group, trying to minimize his presence.
Especially when Xiao Wu’s disgusted gaze accidentally swept over him, he would flinch and quickly look away.
He mentally chanted, "Can’t see me, can’t see me."
He had clearly been left with a psychological shadow from the beating.
Oscar still maintained that dazed look, his eyes locked on Ning Rongrong.
He seemed to be muttering something silently.
He was likely pondering the century-old puzzle of how to use a Sausage to win a beauty’s heart.
Meanwhile, the object of his gaze, Ning Rongrong, completely ignored Oscar.
Her clever eyes were filled with curiosity and inquiry regarding Lin Qingmo.
This guy, who always managed to be unexpected, seemed much more interesting than he appeared on the surface.
"Ahem!"
A deliberate cough broke the subtle and tense atmosphere.
DeanFlender’s figure had appeared in the center of the open ground at some point.
He pushed up the crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose.
His gaze swept over the eight young men and women before him, each with a different expression; a hint of satisfaction flashed deep in his eyes, but his face remained stern.
"Alright, everyone is here."
Flender cleared his throat, his voice resonant.
"First of all, on behalf of Shrek Academy, I officially welcome you all!"
"From today on, you are official students of Shrek Academy; you are classmates and partners who will fight side by side in the future."
He paused, his gaze lingering on each of the eight faces, then dropped a classic title.
"Your team has a name: ’Shrek Eight Monsters’!"
"Shrek Eight Monsters?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong wrinkled her small nose, her face filled with unconcealed disdain.
"Dean, this name is so ugly; it has no style at all and sounds silly!"
She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Growing up, she had only heard terms like "Genius" and "Hero"; what was this "Freaks" business all about?!
"Even if it’s ugly, that’s what you’ll be called! It’s not up for discussion!"
Flender’s face hardened as he assumed his deanly authority.
This was the tradition of Shrek Academy.
"In legends, Shrek is a synonym for monster."
"The principle of our Shrek Academy is to only accept monsters, not ordinary people!"
"Each of the eight of you is a ’Little freak’ in the eyes of normal people, so the name ’Shrek Eight Monsters’ is perfectly fitting and well-deserved!"
Ning Rongrong curled her lip.
Although she was still very unhappy in her heart.
But seeing Flender’s unquestionable demeanor, she could only swallow her protest.
She muttered softly, "Monsters it is then, but the naming sense is really terrible..."
Next.
Flender briefly and concisely introduced the current state of Shrek Academy, its rules, and some basic points and precautions for Spirit Master Cultivation.
There was no long-winded preaching; it was actually quite useful information.
After finishing his talk, he began to assign today’s training tasks.
"Ning Rongrong, Oscar!"
He first called the names of the two support systemSpirit Masters.
"The two of you are support systemSpirit Masters; physical stamina is your weakness and also the key to your survival."
"Today, your task is to run twenty laps around the perimeter of our Shrek Academy. No spirit power allowed—purely to train your basic physical fitness."
"Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing!"
Flender looked at the four battle Spirit Masters.
"The four of you will run thirty laps. After finishing, go to the equipment field to the east for specialized physical training; TeacherZhao Wuji will tell you the details."
Finally, his gaze fell on Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu, and he paused.
"As for Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu..."
"Lin Qingmo previously communicated with me in detail about both of your situations and training methods, which are indeed quite special."
Flender pushed up his glasses.
"So, you may train according to your own set plans instead of following the main group. Your training ground will be that open space to the west."
(End of Chapter)
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