The bearded stall owner gave an awkward, fawning smile. "Boss Dai, want a sausage?"
Dai Mubai looked disgusted. "You're making the academy look bad. I've warned you more than once not to sell sausages on campus. Do you want everyone to throw up?"
The bearded stall owner looked miserable. "I'm just trying to earn a little spending money."
Just then, Ning Rongrong asked curiously, "Is this uncle also a student at your academy? And what do you mean by throwing up? Is there something wrong with the sausages?"
Hearing that, the bearded stall owner couldn't hold back.
"Junior, I'm only fourteen. Isn't it a little inappropriate to call me uncle?"
"Ah, you're fourteen?" Ning Rongrong stared at him in disbelief. Who would believe he was fourteen? Forty seemed more like it.
The bearded stall owner nodded emphatically. "My name is Oscar. I'm a first-year student at Shrek Academy, and I'm fourteen. You can't call me uncle just because I'm a little hairier than most."
Ning Rongrong was speechless. That thick beard of his wasn't just a little fuller—it was about a billion times fuller.
Having a beard that outrageous at fourteen was truly something else.
And despite his thick beard, this senior spoke in such a soft, gentle voice that Ning Rongrong couldn't stand it.
It was like seeing a burly hunk act cute in front of other boys, calling them "handsome" in a high-pitched voice.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing hurried away, putting some distance between themselves and their odd senior.
The examiner in charge of the second round was also an old man, though he didn't look as ancient as Li Yusong.
When the two girls approached, the old man pointed to a white crystal ball on the table and said, "One at a time. Put your hand