The Demoness's True Colors, Another Challenge

"All right, today's lesson starts now."

The scene shifted. After the two girls had washed up and eaten, they arrived at the teaching building of Shrek Academy.

Class had now officially begun.

And the teacher was still Flender.

As for the students, apart from Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, only three remained-Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Oscar.

As for Dai Mubai...

He was there, but judging by the look of him, it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a monster. His face was frighteningly pale, and he sat alone in a corner without saying a word.

And it was obvious.

The injuries he had suffered last night still hadn't fully healed.

The slightest movement sent his entire body trembling.

By rights, he would have been better off not coming.

Otherwise, it might just fall off on its own one day.

That would be truly awful.

But Ning Rongrong felt not the slightest bit of pity or sympathy.

After all, since she was using this body, she had to live for its original owner.

If events had followed the original story last night, she would have been the one hurt.

Help someone else at her own expense?

Sorry, I'm no saint.

And someone like Dai Mubai didn't deserve it.

"First, let us congratulate Oscar on reaching Soul Power Level thirty." Flender's voice carried an air of authority. "You're the second young Soul Master among our academy's students to reach level thirty. Congratulations."

Flender smiled, though he wasn't actually all that happy.

After all, the first young Soul Master to reach level thirty was Dai Mubai, and just look at the pathetic state Dai Mubai was in now.

Sigh, it's a long story.

He had better say less to make Oscar boastful and keep him from getting a swelled head. Otherwise, he was genuinely worried Oscar would be the next one to get ruined.

Tang San: "Congratulations, Xiao Ao. You're a mature Support System Soul Master now."

Xiao Wu: "Hmph, just you wait. I'll surpass you soon."

Ning Rongrong: "..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

Dai Mubai: "..."

Watching the students interact below him, Flender felt his scalp go numb.

This should have been a happy occasion, with Shrek Academy's seven Little Monsters gathered together.

But then Ning Rongrong had popped up.

In just a few days since the start of school, she had single-handedly taken down two of them.

One crippled, one injured.

She really was a Little Demoness.

He couldn't let her keep running wild at Shrek Academy.

He had to find a time to have a word with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

They needed to take the Little Demoness away, and fast!

"Thank you, thank you, Tang San, thank you, Xiao Wu, thank you, Rongrong..." Oscar was immersed in the congratulations from the two of them.

"Ning Rongrong didn't congratulate you," Ning Rongrong interrupted.

"Huh? Then thank you, everyone."

"..."

"All right, all right." Flender's voice pulled Oscar back from his joy.

"Class starts now. Today's lesson is very simple. Except for Oscar, each of you must eat a sausage made by him. Of course, if you have a good appetite, you can eat as many as you like."

"What?" Xiao Wu cried out in alarm when she heard Flender. "Dean Flender, what kind of lesson is this?"

Flender said unabashedly, "This is called adaptation training. Let me ask you: is your life more important, or your face? Don't you know Oscar is a Support System Soul Master? His sausages can bring out more of your abilities."

"Of course, mindset is also very important for a Soul Master. If you can't even eat a Big Sausage, how can you talk about mindset? And how are you supposed to contend with an enemy?"

Everyone was left speechless by Flender's words.

But whenever they thought of Oscar's sausages, their expressions changed, and they couldn't bring themselves to agree.

Especially Tang San.

He himself didn't really mind.

"You must complete this lesson's task. Otherwise, there's no need for you to stay. Go back where you came from. Oscar, begin."

Flender spoke coldly, acting utterly impartial, as though he wouldn't give them another choice.

Oscar was overjoyed. A distinctly lecherous look appeared in his eyes, and he paid special attention to Ning Rongrong.

"Fuck!"

Ning Rongrong made no comment.

As everyone knew,

Three of the four men at Shrek Academy were lecherous, and one was cold and sinister.

Of the three lechers, two had backgrounds; only Oscar had none.

So...

Oscar didn't dare say and do the things Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun did, but that didn't change the fact that he was a lecher.

"I'm a Support System Soul Master too. Even without his support, I can still support everyone, so I refuse to eat this sausage." Ning Rongrong couldn't hold back when she saw Oscar's smug expression.

"Hmph! Do my words mean nothing to you?" Flender sneered, as though he had anticipated Ning Rongrong's reaction. "You and Oscar provide different types of support. With Oscar's boost, you could provide support for longer, couldn't you?"

"So what if that's true?" Rather than getting angry, Ning Rongrong laughed. "But, Dean, what if I can already provide support long enough to finish a fight?"

"Funny. Haha, that really is funny." Flender said, "A mere level-twenty-six Support System Soul Master like you, providing support until a battle ends? Aren't you overestimating yourself? You may be the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect master's own daughter, but this is Shrek Academy, not a place for you to throw tantrums. You don't have to eat the sausage, but it won't be that simple. You'll have to prove to me just what you're capable of."

"How do I prove it?" Ning Rongrong rose from her seat and stared coldly at Flender, without a trace of fear.

Flender smiled sinisterly. "First, provide support to everyone else for more than two hours. Second, once that's over, last against me for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. If you fail at either, leave Shrek Academy immediately and go back to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. How about it?"

"Fine!" Ning Rongrong agreed without hesitation. "But if I succeed this time, I get to decide the outcome of today's lesson."

"Heh."

Flender had worked everything out meticulously.

He was certain Ning Rongrong would accept the wager. Everything was unfolding just as he had planned.

Eating Oscar's sausage was a pretext; finding a way to make Ning Rongrong leave Shrek Academy of her own accord was his real goal.

"Then let's begin." Ning Rongrong didn't hesitate either and walked straight out of the classroom.

The others remained behind, each with their own thoughts.

"How much Soul Power could a level-twenty-six Support System Soul Master possibly have?" Oscar was dumbfounded. "Forget two hours. I'm afraid I couldn't even last the time it takes two incense sticks to burn."

Xiao Wu nodded. "And that's not all. Even if she can last two hours, how is she supposed to face the dean afterward? The dean isn't Teacher Zhao. He's an agility-attack system Soul Master whose specialty is explosive power. One little mistake and Ning Rongrong will be crushed."

Tang San took a deep breath. "Come on, let's go outside and watch. I have a feeling there's more to Ning Rongrong than meets the eye. Since she dared to accept, she must have the strength to back it up."

Everyone nodded and followed her outside.

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