Night had deepened.
Shrek Academy at night was completely different from its daytime clamor, so quiet it seemed like an isolated island forgotten by the bustling mortal world.
Insects chirped one after another in the distant grass. Moonlight streamed through the crude wooden window, casting mottled silvery patches across the floor.
Ning Rongrong lay on the hard wooden bed with her eyes wide open, unable to sleep.
She stared fixedly at the ugly crack in the ceiling, as if she wanted to bore a hole through it with her gaze.
She couldn't sleep.
The scenes from the day replayed over and over in her mind like an out-of-control carousel, every frozen image so clear it was suffocating.
Flender's coldness.
Dai Mubai's disdain.
Tang San's indifference.
And... Han Yuchen's casual "What about you?"
Every image was like a needle stabbing viciously into her heart.
Humiliation.
Humiliation like never before.
She buried her face in the blanket, which carried the cheap scent of sunshine.
Tears flowed again, betraying her.
What was the use of crying?
Tomorrow, the sun would rise as usual, and she would still be that "princess" isolated by everyone.
That worthless burden who was even considered a drag during training.
No.
I'm not worthless!
I'm a genius that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect sees only once in a century!
My martial soul is the continent's number-one support martial soul!
A fierce unwillingness erupted from the depths of her heart like magma.
She abruptly sat up in bed.
No, she couldn't let this end like this!
Leave?
Return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect with her tail between her legs and admit that she was inferior to a bunch of "country bumpkins"?
No, she couldn't do it!
Then she would stay!
She would stay and use their methods,