Flender's PUA

A brilliant sunny day was rare in autumn. The scorching air baked the earth, and even standing in the shade, one still streamed with sweat.

Flender casually edged toward the densest patch of shade and narrowed his eyes at the group on the field, a smug smile spreading across his face.

Running drills were Shrek Academy's signature specialty! It didn't share them with outsiders lightly!

As the saying went, the Dao was not lightly imparted! This was exactly what it meant.

Flender stubbornly held to his educational philosophy, and Shrek's past graduates had indeed borne it out. Many of its students really were outstanding.

Of course, as far as Flender was concerned, the effects of screening students for quality and picking the cream of the crop were hardly worth mentioning!

The most important thing was naturally his educational philosophy!

Dai Mubai was used to it and led the run at the front. Tang San was a little impatient, but didn't say much. After all, everyone had just given him an earful yesterday.

As for Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, one was an agility-type Soul Master, and the other was... a rabbit in human form. Running was naturally no trouble for them.

Fatty Ma Hongjun was huffing and puffing, but to some extent, he was Flender's personal disciple. He didn't dare say anything either and could only grit his teeth and keep going.

Ning Rongrong, however, was clearly a different story.

She could handle it, but she was growing increasingly impatient.

Ning Rongrong simply couldn't understand what use this running drill was. What use was it?

She had only been willing to try it because she hoped Flender's so-called running drill might have something extraordinary about it, that perhaps it wasn't quite the same as literal "running"!

But it really was just fucking running!

Ning Rongrong's little face was flushed, fragrant sweat drenched her body, and her smooth black hair had clumped into strands. Her expression grew uglier by the moment.

Oscar stayed by her side the whole time, ready to "show off" at any moment.

"Rongrong, hang in there! We've already run ten laps. We'll be done soon, so keep it up!"

Oscar felt that his words were heartwarming and fully demonstrated his care and consideration.

They also showed his magnanimity as a senior. They were simply beyond reproach!

Ning Rongrong didn't appreciate it at all. After rolling her eyes at Oscar, she had made up her mind: she was done running!

As Shrek Academy's young miss, she had been cradled in the palm of everyone's hand since childhood, but she had never seen such an inefficient training method!

At Shrek Academy, although her two Titled Douluo grandfathers were loving toward her, they never went easy on her training. They arranged plenty of scientific physical training and diet plans for her.

Ning Fengzhi personally oversaw it all and supervised her every day.

Even so, surely there was no training regimen that consisted of nothing but running yourself into the ground?

Ning Rongrong grew more and more impatient. At last, she stopped, then left the track with a cold expression.

Oscar was stunned. Looking anxious, he hurriedly called out to stop her. "Rongrong, where are you going?"

"I'm not running anymore," Ning Rongrong said without looking back. "This kind of training does nothing to help me improve."

Oscar, however, seemed to have heard something outrageously rebellious. He hurriedly shouted, "Rongrong, stop! You don't know what Dean Flender's temper is like. If you do this, he'll scold you!"

Ning Rongrong ignored him entirely and walked on.

Oscar stamped his foot, glanced at Ning Rongrong and then at the track, and followed her after all.

Damn it, I'm going all out to get the girl!

I'll plead with Dean Flender for her in a bit, then talk Ning Rongrong around. She'll surely be very grateful to me.

Oscar couldn't help thinking this, but when he came back to his senses, he found that Ning Rongrong had already gone far ahead. He hurriedly trotted after her.

Flender was in the shade, with a little table set up in front of him. He held a slice of icy-cold watermelon that had just been pulled from the well and was leisurely munching on it.

He had just put the chilled watermelon down when he looked up and saw Ning Rongrong walking toward him.

Flender couldn't help frowning, his expression turning ugly.

Ning Rongrong came over in a huff. She took out a silk handkerchief and dabbed the sweat from her forehead as she looked at the chilled watermelon on Flender's table and the red watermelon residue at the corner of his mouth.

She grew even angrier!

We're working ourselves to the bone running here, and you're the dean. Never mind setting an example, shouldn't you at least be watching us? You're just sitting in the shade eating watermelon?

Ning Rongrong suddenly felt as though something were lodged in her throat, and she was aggrieved beyond words. She immediately said coldly, "Dean Flender, I'm not running anymore! I don't think running is useful."

"Even if support-type Soul Masters lack ways to protect themselves and need to build up their bodies, surely they don't need to do nothing but run like fools?"

"What use is that? Can't we use training methods that are more efficient and better at drawing out the human body's potential?"

Ning Rongrong was furious, her mouth firing off everything she wanted to say like a string of firecrackers.

Oscar, who had just followed her over, heard what she said. His expression changed abruptly, and he froze on the spot in fright.

Flender smiled. He adjusted his glasses and rose slowly from his chair, his gaze gradually becoming like an abyss.

He saw a troublemaker like Ning Rongrong almost every year, but every time, he brought them to heel and made them obedient!

Then he would finish remolding them, brainwashing them into devoted supporters of Shrek Academy!

By now, most of the others had finished running and gathered around. Jiang Qin was naturally no exception.

Seeing everyone come over, Flender knew this was a good chance to establish his authority. He cleared his throat, ignored Ning Rongrong, and addressed Oscar instead. "Little Ao, is that what you think too? You didn't finish running either, did you?"

Oscar was so frightened that his calves began to cramp, and his whole body shook like a sieve. He knew Flender's character all too well.

The greatest treachery looked like loyalty; the greatest falsehood looked like truth!

He immediately stammered, "D-Dean, I didn't finish. I came over to explain things to you. Rongrong didn't mean to..."

"Then why aren't you getting your ass back on the track? Give me another ten laps! You know the rules!" Flender abruptly cut him off.

The angry shout frightened Oscar so badly that his face turned ashen, and his knees buckled, nearly sending him to the ground.

Ning Rongrong glanced at Oscar with pity and contempt. She hadn't expected that Oscar, who was rather handsome and whom she had originally liked a little, would turn out to be such a spineless shrimp, such a wimp.

Oscar keenly caught the look in Ning Rongrong's eyes. He wanted to say something, but when he turned and saw Flender's stern, fierce gaze, he immediately lost his nerve.

"Yes, Dean, I... I'll go right away."

Oscar hesitated no longer and scampered back to the track.

Only then did Flender nod in satisfaction. He turned back to Ning Rongrong, an imposing expression on his face.

"Ning Rongrong, do you know what you did wrong?"