Flender's Stinginess and Miserliness

"Little San, I don't want to wear this outfit. The design is way too ugly!" Everyone had hurriedly gotten dressed after waking up and had not had time to inspect their clothes. When they arrived at the training ground, Xiao Wu saw everyone's outfits and could not help complaining.

"This? Boss Dai, isn't this a bit too... much?" Although Tang San did not finish his sentence, he clearly agreed with Xiao Wu.

"In Dean Flender's words, this is also a form of cultivation." Dai Mubai pictured Flender's lecherous yet miserly face. But when living under someone else's roof, how could he refuse to bow his head?

"By the way, why do all of you have panda eyes?" Oscar curiously asked the new students.

"Shameless." Zhu Zhuqing turned her head away.

"So young and already... How utterly shameless." Ning Rongrong glared furiously at Oscar. Only when he saw the three girls blushing did Oscar realize what they meant.

"Who are you calling shameless? The happiness I give isn't something someone like you can enjoy." Ma Hongjun walked in from outside at that moment and happened to hear Ning Rongrong's words.

"We're all in the same school. From now on, we're family. You newcomers will get used to it eventually," Oscar hurriedly said, trying to smooth things over.

"Hello, everyone. I am Flender, the dean of Shrek Academy. This year is quite good—we've gained four little monsters all at once." Flender looked at the seven students below the platform and was especially satisfied with the four newcomers.

"Let me make the ugly truth clear first. Since you've entered Shrek Academy, you must follow Shrek Academy's rules. I don't care how powerful your backgrounds are. Anyone who refuses to obey the rules here will be expelled. Do you have any questions?" Flender immediately gave the four new students a show of force.

"Dean, what rules are there?" Tang San timidly asked Dean Flender.

"You're Tang San, right? That is an excellent question. The rules here are simple: in all matters, I have the final say. My words are the rules. Do you understand?" Flender gave Tang San and the other three new students a lecherous look.

"Uh..." Tang San seemed as though he had been struck by lightning and could not recover for a while. Why did Dean Flender speak entirely in gangster jargon? Anyone unaware of the truth would surely mistake him for a bandit king holding a mountain stronghold.

"I know you have strong objections to the clothes I designed, but let me tell you that this is also a form of cultivation for your character. If you despise them just because they are ugly, it can only mean that your character is not strong enough."

Flender was quite pleased with the clothes he had designed. He had previously designed outfits for the teachers as well. Ever since the teacher uniforms had been introduced, the other teachers had suffered bitterly. In the end, Zhao Wuji had begged Flender, and only then had they been spared from wearing them. However, they still had to pay the uniform fee—ten thousand Gold Soul Coins per person each semester. Even Zhao Wuji was no exception.

"You make such ugly clothes sound so grand and righteous," Xiao Wu said. She did not know how to be tactful and directly blurted out her angry thoughts.

"What did you say?" Flender's gaze seemed ready to kill Xiao Wu on the spot.

"Dean, Xiao Wu's character isn't strong enough. She needs the clothes you designed even more to cultivate it, wouldn't you say?" Tang San cleverly rushed to smooth things over for Flender.

"Tang San, it's very good that you can take my words to heart. Everyone else should learn from Tang San. And you—don't let this happen again." Flender felt comfortable after Tang San's flattery and let Xiao Wu off.

"Your task this morning is to run ten laps around the outer perimeter of the academy. Anyone who hasn't finished by noon gets no lunch. Mubai, lead the team." After saying that, Flender went back inside.

Dai Mubai led the other six as they began running laps around the academy's perimeter. At first, everyone cooperated enthusiastically, but later Ning Rongrong could no longer keep up, and the others gradually slowed down as well.

By noon, everyone had completed the ten laps one after another, but Ning Rongrong was still nowhere to be seen. Only after lunchtime had passed did she finish her final lap.

When they went to the cafeteria, they found no food. The seven of them were exhausted and hungry, so they angrily went to find Flender.

"You are a group. If one person fails to finish, everyone will be punished together. So solve your own lunch problem," Flender said, reclining in the office on a lounge chair as he blamed them.

"Flender, you didn't arrange any lunch. Don't use my situation as an excuse." Ning Rongrong finally could not hold back her temper. As the treasured young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

"Then why did you drag everyone down? Stop throwing tantrums. You're the weakest one here. If it weren't for your father's sake, I couldn't be bothered to accept you as a student." Flender gave her no face at all, pouring fuel onto Ning Rongrong's anger.

"What gives you the right to say that?" Ning Rongrong refused to believe him.

"Oscar is also an auxiliary-type Spirit Master, yet he has Innate Full Soul Power at rank ten. What do you think?" Flender's answer struck straight at the heart of the matter.

"I can't be bothered to argue with you. Let's go eat." Ning Rongrong could not outargue him, and she was too hungry to have the strength to quarrel. Filling her stomach came first.

The seven soon arrived at a nearby town and found an inn where they had a hearty meal. Ning Rongrong paid the bill, since she had held everyone back.

Afterward, the seven returned to Shrek Academy, but when they reached the entrance, Flender was blocking their way.

"Since your performance at noon disappointed me greatly, I have decided that you will handle your own breakfast, lunch, and dinner from now on. Of course, you may ask Teacher Shao Xin for help," Flender told them solemnly.

"In the afternoon, you will study theory with the Grandmaster for two hours, then practical combat with Teacher Zhao Wuji for two hours. On weekends, you may study freely with the other teachers." Flender turned to leave after saying this.

"Dean, since we're handling our own meals, shouldn't you refund our meal fees?" Oscar foolishly asked, though the other six agreed with him as well.

"Oscar, is your skin itching? Do firewood, rice, oil, and salt for the cafeteria cost nothing? Do vegetables, eggs, and meat products cost nothing?" Flender fired off three questions in a row, leaving Oscar speechless.

"Dean, I failed to consider everything thoroughly. After hearing what you said, I suddenly understand." Afraid that Flender would make things difficult for him later, Oscar hurriedly flattered Dean Flender.

"Do the other six of you still think the meal fees should be refunded?" Flender took the opportunity to warn the others, lest they argue with him again in the future.

"Teacher, your decision is the wisest," Ma Hongjun chimed in at that moment. Flender was delighted inside. This kid really was his good disciple.

Since Ma Hongjun had chimed in, the others could only nod, then shake their heads, and no longer mentioned refunding the meal fees.

Over the following days, the four newcomers learned from Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others just how stingy and miserly Dean Flender was. Later, whenever Dean Flender spoke, even if they were unwilling ten thousand times over in their hearts, they would still agree or echo him aloud.