Ma Hongjun: You Think a Brat Like You Deserve to Be Called Dean?

On the way to Shrek Academy, the group of four each had their own thoughts.

What is this little brat trying to do...?

Watching his grandson stride ahead as if no one else in the world mattered, he grew even more curious.

In his view, Shrek Academy was nothing more than that. He could wipe it out with a wave of his hand. Was there really any need to go through all this trouble to come to such a remote countryside?

But when Sword Douluo saw Dai Mubai's back, he seemed to understand a little, though the doubts in his heart only deepened.

How did his grandson know about Shrek Academy?

And judging from what had happened earlier, his grandson seemed to know quite a few figures from the Douluo Continent.

Could it be that, during these three years when his grandson appeared to have done nothing, he had actually built a massive intelligence network in secret!?

Sword Douluo stared at his grandson's back, his own speculation stirring up monstrous waves in his heart.

Although his grandson had displayed intelligence and social awareness far beyond ordinary people since childhood, building such an enormous intelligence network was simply too shocking.

His grandson was only nine years old!

But... whatever.

All that mattered was that Chen Lang was his grandson.

Lang Ge is actually Sword Douluo's grandson!?

Dai Mubai followed one step behind Chen Lang, occasionally stealing glances at the "little brother" he had just acknowledged. Monstrous waves were also crashing through his heart.

When they had first met, he had thought the other boy was merely the young master of some minor wealthy family in Suotuo City.

No matter how rich or well-connected he was, he could never compare to him.

Dai Mubai had happened to be short on underlings and had few friends around him, so the two had become acquainted after a fight.

But damn it, his entire worldview had collapsed today.

This little brother was not only Sword Douluo's grandson, but also a Soul Ancestor even stronger than him. More importantly, every single one of his Soul Rings was a purple thousand-year Soul Ring!

Every bit of it shattered his understanding and shook his worldview to the core.

And there was one most, most, most important point!

This bastard casually spent millions, so why did he keep his measly little savings instead of giving them back to him? Why the hell had he even made him pay for the meal!

He had eaten one thousand Gold Soul Coins' worth of food from him.

What a beast!

On the other side, Flender was also staring at Chen Lang, his mind filled with countless thoughts and doubts.

He was thinking...

Why did this kid want to acquire Shrek Academy?

What was he doing this for?

How should he spend those three million Gold Soul Coins?

Pah!

No, that wasn't right. How had I become so shameless...

Pah!

It wasn't that I was shameless. It was that he had offered too much.

Just then, Chen Lang felt as if someone were watching him. He suddenly turned around, and the other three immediately withdrew their gazes.

"Strange. Why do I keep feeling like some troublemakers are plotting against me?"

Chen Lang muttered to himself. But with his grandfather following him and with how low-profile he was being, surely no one would have their eye on him, right?

Before long.

The four schemers arrived at Shrek Academy.

"You call this damn sewer of a place an academy?"

Looking at Shrek Academy, built in a small mountain village, Chen Lang could not help twitching at the corner of his mouth. "Even my family's toilet is more luxurious than this."

Shrek Academy was exactly as it had been described in the novel, but only upon seeing it in person did one realize just how run-down it was.

Of course, Chen Lang had a reason for saying that.

He was laying more groundwork.

"..."

Flender's mouth twitched. He wanted to retort, but considering the other party's identity and talent, as well as Sword Douluo's strength, he gave an awkward smile. "Only those who endure the bitterest hardships can rise above others. Those who emerge from such harsh conditions will surely become strong in the future."

"Has anyone ever made it out? Did anyone starve to death halfway through?"

"..."

Flender's mouth twitched. He quickly thought of one student and said proudly, "Qin Ming, who is now teaching at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, was my student!"

"Then why didn't he come back to teach here? Was it because he nearly starved to death back then?"

"..."

Listening to Chen Lang's words, which were like flying swords stabbing straight into his heart, Flender felt utterly miserable.

He simply shut his mouth.

Like an ostrich, he buried his head in the sand, choosing ignorance over irritation.

But ostriches should be grateful they did not live in Chengdu.

Today was not Shrek Academy's enrollment day, so no one had come to register. The place was neither lively nor crowded; it was exceptionally quiet.

"Where did this brat come from? How dare he spout such nonsense at our academy's entrance?"

At that moment, two figures approached from behind Chen Lang's group. Both looked at Chen Lang with displeasure on their faces.

The speaker was a chubby boy who looked about Chen Lang's age.

"Exactly. Our academy may be a little shabby, a little remote, and a little poor, but this is our home. Only we get to say that!"

Beside the chubby boy stood a man with peach-blossom eyes and a face covered in thick sideburns.

The moment Chen Lang turned around, he recognized them. The chubby boy was Ma Hongjun, while the bearded man was Oscar.

However, Chen Lang was currently a full head taller than both of them. He glanced at Oscar and said, "Don't tell me this dwarf is also a teacher at Shrek Academy?"

That was right. Nine-year-old Oscar looked only about 1.2 meters tall and was rather thin. Combined with his thick beard, he looked like a thirty-something-year-old dwarf.

"Dwarf!?"

Upon hearing that, Oscar was so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes widened. He glared at Chen Lang. "I'm only ten years old!"

"Flender, I told you your school was terrible. Look at this ten-year-old kid. It would be one thing if he was short because he didn't have enough to eat, but he clearly ate who knows what, causing excessive male hormones. He's growing a beard at ten."

Chen Lang ignored the shouting Oscar and turned to Flender. "Once this academy is handed over to me, I guarantee nothing like this will ever happen again."

"..."

Flender's mouth twitched. He then looked at Ma Hongjun and said, "Dean Chen, look at Ma Hongjun. Isn't he quite plump from eating? Our academy isn't as bad as you think."

"???"

Ma Hongjun was full of question marks. How had he gotten caught in the crossfire for no reason?

But he had no time to care about that now. He stared at Flender in shock, completely unable to understand why Flender was calling this brat Dean.

Oscar was the same. His peach-blossom eyes shifted back and forth between Chen Lang's group, and he looked at Flender in confusion. "Dean, what is going on? Are you selling the academy?"

"That's right. From now on, I'll be the Dean of Shrek Academy." Chen Lang curled his lips into a smile as he looked at Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

As long as he brainwashed these two, the Shrek Seven Devils would never come to be.

"Dean? You think a brat like you deserves Little Brother Ma calling you Dean?" Ma Hongjun narrowed his eyes and glared at Chen Lang maliciously.