The next day, Shrek Academy's cafeteria.
Today's breakfast in the cafeteria was far more lavish than usual. Given the Master's decisive style, once he had made up his mind, he would put it into action immediately.
Li Qing had come that morning as well. Recently, he had taken on the role of a teacher in the village where Shrek Academy was located, usually teaching the village children how to read. His days had been rather interesting.
Though sometimes, the village brats angered him so badly that he flew into a rage. He was probably the only Titled Douluo who looked like that.
In the cafeteria, Ma Hongjun's tray held several large steamed buns, eggs, and a huge bowl of meat porridge.
"Ever since the Master came, it's been like going from hell to heaven. Xiao Ao, give me two more sausages." Ma Hongjun gulped down porridge and bit into a bun, praising him with a satisfied look.
Oscar secretly glanced toward Flender in the corner, whose face instantly darkened. He shrank back, then quietly recited an incantation and handed Ma Hongjun two large sausages.
Flender raised a brow in the corner, shooting an unfriendly glance at the utterly oblivious Ma Hongjun. What did this brat mean? Was he saying the academy had been hell when Flender ran it?
Seeing Flender's dangerous expression, Oscar quickly lowered his head and drank the meat porridge in front of him, silently praying for Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun, Ma Hongjun, it wasn't that your brother wouldn't help you. Daring to court death like this in front of the petty academy head—even if your brother were a god, he couldn't save you.
Zhao Xuan drank the warm meat porridge and ate a bun as he boredly asked Tang San, "Xiao San, what do you think the