Flender stood there with a cold expression, the picture of impartial severity. His face told the students before him that no one should even think about slipping through.
Oscar was already laughing inside. A distinctly lecherous gleam showed in his eyes, and he paid Ning Rongrong especially close attention.
If he could, he truly wanted to rush over and kiss Flender a few times. Dean, I love you so much. What Flender was doing would not only make everyone acknowledge him; for Oscar himself, it was also an immense psychological satisfaction.
Ning Rongrong was going to eat his sausage. Just thinking about it made Oscar somewhat excited.
Oscar held out both hands at once, chuckled, and began reciting his spirit incantation.
"I have a Great Sausage."
"I have a Little Sausage."
One thick and one thin, two sausages with entirely different flavors appeared in Oscar's palms. He grinned. "Who's first?"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had attended similar classes before. Though they still had some psychological scars, they could endure it. Just as the two were about to step forward and get today's lesson over with—better a short pain than a long one—someone beat them to it.
"I'll do it." With that clear voice, Ning Rongrong strode up to Oscar. She reached out with both hands and took his Great Sausage and Little Sausage.
No one had expected Ning Rongrong to step out first. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun halted their steps, both wanting to see whether she would really eat the sausages formed from Oscar's Spirit.
Ning Rongrong's expression was calm, but the unwillingness in her eyes betrayed her inner feelings. She was still only a young girl. How could she possibly hide all her emotions completely?
Yes, after thinking it over all night, she had still decided to