Iron-Boned Oscar (Part 2)

By the time Wang Xiaofeng and the other two finished their eleventh lap, it was already noon.

They definitely could not go to the cafeteria, so Wang Xiaofeng took Oscar and Ning Rongrong to a shady spot and started dealing with lunch.

Wang Xiaofeng took out a flatbread from his Soul Tool, spread a layer of homemade sauce over it, and wrapped it around one of Oscar's sausages. An otherworldly version of a stuffed pancake was ready. He took a bite. Mmm, delicious.

However, Wang Xiaofeng saw Ning Rongrong sitting quietly to the side, resting. He guessed that she had not stored any food in her Soul Tool. He glanced at Oscar and found that Oscar was not even looking in Ning Rongrong's direction, merely eating the sausage in his hand expressionlessly.

Bro, I gave you such a perfect opportunity. How did it still fall through?

Wang Xiaofeng was torn, but they were from the same academy after all. He could not just let someone go hungry like this.

So he walked over to Ning Rongrong, took out a wrapped flatbread from his Soul Tool, and handed it to her.

"You didn't prepare any food, did you? Have something simple."

Ning Rongrong pouted angrily and did not even glance at Wang Xiaofeng. In her eyes, all men were the same—nothing but pigs.

"If you don't eat, you won't have the strength to finish the rest of the run. Besides, you barely have any Soul Power left, right?" Wang Xiaofeng did not wait for her response. He placed the food before Ning Rongrong and returned to his spot to rest.

Ning Rongrong had not wanted to eat the food Wang Xiaofeng gave her, but he was right. No matter how carefully she conserved her Soul Power, after running for so long, she had none left.

But if she did not eat, there was no way she could finish the entire course. Yet if that happened, would it not prove that Oscar was right? That the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was nothing special after all.

Thinking of this, Ning Rongrong grabbed the food in front of her and began eating. However, she ate too quickly and choked.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ning Rongrong pounded her chest, suddenly unable to catch her breath.

At that moment, Wang Xiaofeng handed her a bottle of water. Ning Rongrong quickly took it and drank several mouthfuls, finally swallowing the food stuck in her throat. Still, she seemed embarrassed, and her ears reddened slightly.

"Thank you!"

Wang Xiaofeng, who had turned to leave, heard a faint voice behind him and could not help smiling.

"Oscar, what exactly did you do to make her hate you so much?" Wang Xiaofeng glanced at Ning Rongrong, then quietly walked over to Oscar and asked.

"Nothing much. I just accidentally found out what her real personality was like. And she was planning to skip training at the time, so I casually said a few things to her."

Wang Xiaofeng secretly glanced at Ning Rongrong again and found her gritting her teeth as she ate, occasionally looking toward Oscar as though he were the food in her mouth.

That was what you called casually saying a few things to her? She probably wants to grind your bones to dust.

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head. Times were changing too fast; he could no longer keep up with young people.

After resting for two hours, Wang Xiaofeng and the other two had recovered most of their strength and continued running.

The scorching sun baked the earth, but it did not affect the three of them. Although their speed inevitably slowed due to exhaustion, their lap count continued to rise.

The sun slowly sank westward, but Ning Rongrong's stamina still could not compare to Oscar's or Wang Xiaofeng's. Moreover, she had not eaten sausages to restore her strength and Soul Power. Thus, as soon as she finished the final lap, she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Hearing the sound, Wang Xiaofeng turned around and saw Ning Rongrong lying unconscious on the ground. He hurriedly helped her to the side.

"Oscar, hurry up and make a Big Sausage." Wang Xiaofeng's three Soul Rings lit up as he immediately gave Ning Rongrong a full set of buffs. Then he took Oscar's sausage and stuffed it into Ning Rongrong's mouth.

After receiving Wang Xiaofeng's Soul Power enhancement and eating Oscar's sausage, Ning Rongrong's pale complexion immediately improved considerably. However, she did not wake up. It seemed that she had relied entirely on willpower to make it through the final stretch, and her mind had been greatly drained.

Wang Xiaofeng pointed at Ning Rongrong, signaling Oscar to hurry and take her back.

Oscar said reluctantly, "Xiaofeng, forget it. Let her lie here and reflect for a while."

Wang Xiaofeng scolded him in exasperation, "Are you blockheaded? Who leaves a girl at the academy gates? Besides, Ning Rongrong isn't bad by nature. She's just been spoiled by her family. Hurry up."

Only after seeing Oscar carry Ning Rongrong onto his back did Wang Xiaofeng nod in satisfaction. He took out a packet of medicinal herbs from his Soul Tool and handed it to Oscar.

"If she doesn't take a Medicinal Bath, she probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Remember to make a good impression in front of Xiao Wu."

Oscar accepted Wang Xiaofeng's medicinal herbs. He had merely spoken in anger earlier; he could not possibly leave Ning Rongrong here and ignore her.

Watching Oscar carry Ning Rongrong away, Wang Xiaofeng helplessly shook his head. If this still could not bring the two together, there was nothing else he could do.

That evening, after Wang Xiaofeng finished dinner, he arrived at the Training Field. Other than Ning Rongrong, everyone else was present.

"Xiaofeng, I gave the medicinal herbs to Xiao Wu. She should know how to prepare the Medicinal Bath, right?"

"It's fine. I separated the herbs beforehand. Even if she throws them all in at once, they'll still work."

While Wang Xiaofeng and Oscar were talking, Flander arrived at the Training Field.

"Wang Xiaofeng, Oscar, have you finished your twenty laps?" Flander's sharp gaze fixed on the two of them. If they dared shake their heads, the consequences would definitely be severe.

"We finished, Headmaster," Wang Xiaofeng and Oscar answered in unison.

"Very good. Then come along as well. With your constitutions, this morning's training could only count as a warm-up."

Flander naturally knew that they had completed their task long ago. He was only putting on a show for the others. What he had not expected was that Oscar would actually dare to angrily rebuke Ning Rongrong. Although it achieved the intended result, disciples of great sects were not so easily scolded, so he could only increase Oscar's workload a little.

Oscar failed to understand Flander's good intentions and could only cast him a gloomy look. This training load really was only a warm-up for Wang Xiaofeng, but for him, it was practically torture.

"It's fine, Oscar. I'll carry you later. I guarantee you'll win without lifting a finger." Dai Mubai seemed to have understood something. He draped his right arm over Oscar's shoulder and spoke casually.

"Alright, let's set off now."

After saying that, Flander shot out lightly toward the direction outside the academy, and everyone hurriedly followed.