Beep—!
A sharp whistle pierced Ning Rongrong's eardrums like a poisoned awl.
She sprang out of bed, still groggy, her face full of fury at having her sweet dream disturbed.
Outside the window, dawn had only just begun to break.
Several figures were already standing on Shrek Academy's dilapidated training ground.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu...
Those monsters, each one looking as though they had been injected with stimulants, were tying heavy baskets of stones onto themselves.
Huff, huff.
Every stone that dropped into a basket felt as though it were smashing against Ning Rongrong's nerves.
Another whistle rang out.
Flender's ducklike voice sounded right on cue.
"Little monsters, a new day of hellish training begins!"
"Your target is twenty laps around the village! Anyone who doesn't finish gets no lunch!"
With her arms folded, Ning Rongrong stood at the dormitory entrance and watched them actually begin trudging forward.
She felt as though her worldview was being repeatedly ground into the dirt by this pack of lunatics.
This was the greatest academy on Douluo Continent that her father had spoken of?
Making a group of future Spirit Masters do this kind of crude manual labor every day?
Wouldn't it be better to spend that time meditating and cultivating?
Even a random outer disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had a cultivation environment a hundred times better than this!
Her princess temper finally erupted in the cold morning wind.
"I'm not running!"
Her voice was not loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.
"This kind of training is completely meaningless. It's just a waste of time!"
Dai Mubai, who was running at the front, did not even pause.
He merely gave a disdainful snort through his nose.
Oscar turned around and waggled his eyebrows at her.
"Young