Is it you who understands support classes, or is it me?

Normally, I should make you realize your own problems, but... I'm sorry, Ning Rongrong, I'm going to boost your ego this time.

After a silent sigh, Feng Xinglie put on a serious expression and said:

"Rongrong, you're too bold. Aren't you afraid of trouble by provoking Flender like this?"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin upon hearing this:

"He wouldn't dare! My father is the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If he dares to bully me, Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone will make him pay!"

"But they aren't here right now, are they? If you really anger Flender and he forcibly attacks you, then hides in a secluded place, can your father and grandfathers find him? Don't forget that Zhao Wuji, who is much weaker, has survived unharmed from the Martial Soul Hall. Besides, even if they found him, you would already be dead, and revenge wouldn't bring you back to life."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong visibly shrank. She had been too well protected by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and rarely interacted with others, making her no match for an old hand like Flender. Moreover, she didn't understand his character, only knowing that this old man had just scolded her fiercely. With Feng Xinglie's deliberate guidance, this teenage girl instantly believed him by about seventy to eighty percent.

"But... but he wouldn't do that, would he? There's no benefit in killing me, and I'd be hunted by Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone..."

"Then what benefit was there for Zhao Wuji to provoke the Martial Soul Hall?"

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was just unable to let go of her pride, Feng Xinglie pressed his advantage. As expected, Ning Rongrong's face turned pale with fright after hearing this:

"How could this happen... I, I want to leave here!"

"Don't rush, since he didn't make a move just now, it means he doesn't intend to fall out with you yet."

Seeing that his goal was achieved, Feng Xinglie quickly advised her. He would need her to safely leave Shrek in the future, so he couldn't scare her away now:

"Don't worry, what I said just now was an extreme situation. As long as you don't confront him directly, he won't want to make an enemy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Besides, don't you want to get back at him?"

As he spoke, Feng Xinglie leaned close to Ning Rongrong's ear and whispered a few words. Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and a hint of joy appeared on her cheeks:

"You can do that, Feng Xinglie. I thought you were just a muscle-bound brute, but I didn't expect you to have such a clever mind."

Listening to her answer, which revealed her mischievous nature once she recovered, Feng Xinglie chuckled:

"So? Eldest Young Lady, what are your plans?"

"What plans? Of course, I'm going to vent my anger! No one has ever dared to bully me like this!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and said imperiously:

"Also, I don't like being called Eldest Young Lady. Call me Rongrong from now on."

"Then I'll gladly obey, Rongrong."

As the two were chatting, a panting sound suddenly came from behind them. Turning around, they saw Oscar, egged on by Flender, running over to comfort the heartbroken Ning Rongrong. However, by the time he arrived, there was no trace of sadness on Rongrong's face.

"Rongrong, you..."

Expecting a private moment, Oscar hadn't anticipated Feng Xinglie's presence. Seeing the two of them, Oscar didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What's wrong, Oscar? Is something the matter?"

Feng Xinglie spoke first. Seeing an opening, Oscar quickly tried to dismiss Feng Xinglie:

"Ah, yes. Dean Flender asked me to tell you that we're going to the Suo Tuo Fighting Arena for a soul duel. Hurry up and gather at the front."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xinglie nodded and said to Ning Rongrong:

"In that case, I'll head to class first. Rongrong, see you next time."

As he was about to leave, Ning Rongrong grabbed his arm:

"Don't rush off. How can I miss out on something so interesting? Let's go together."

"Huh? Rongrong, aren't you..."

Seeing this, Oscar was dumbfounded, stammering incoherently. Ning Rongrong glanced back at him:

"Me? What about me?"

"No, nothing... Let's go together."

Seeing his chance for a private date dashed, Oscar could only dejectedly follow the two of them as they ran towards the school gate. When the three arrived at the assembly point, they were met with surprised glances from everyone. Flender, in particular, was astonished that Ning Rongrong had returned with a smile on her face so soon after Oscar had left.

"Heh heh, Ning Rongrong, have you come to your senses? Only by recognizing your own incompetence can you truly improve. If you completely follow my teaching arrangements, I will definitely make you a genuine Little Monster!"

Thinking he had completely subdued Ning Rongrong, Flender smugly stroked his mustache.

"Hmph, follow your teaching arrangements? You mean running laps around the village? If that's all it takes to become the monster you speak of, then the value is too low, isn't it? You recruited such a group of talented soul masters just to train them into athletes? Even my dog couldn't come up with such a stupid idea."

Ning Rongrong's words were as venomous as poison, leaving the teachers and students stunned. Was this the same Eldest Young Lady who had been reduced to tears by Flender's few words just moments ago?

"Ning Rongrong! Are you questioning my teaching ability? Auxiliary soul masters are the easiest targets to be focused on by the enemy team, so they must possess the ability to escape the attacks of enemy soul masters. If you don't even have this basic common sense, then get out of my academy!"

His authority challenged in public, Flender's face turned red with anger. Hadn't he traveled the continent for so many years? Couldn't he handle a mere girl? But this time, Ning Rongrong was not left speechless, instead, she retorted sarcastically:

"Heh, if your teaching level is only this much, then this Shrek Academy is not worth staying in. While I don't deny that auxiliary soul masters need good physical fitness, do you think an auxiliary soul master, no matter how much they train, can outrun a battle soul master? Since my position is so important, why is no one protecting me, and instead, I have to run for my life alone? My safety is the responsibility of my teammates; all I need to do is assist them with all my might. My father is also an auxiliary soul master, and I've never seen him being chased around everywhere. Could it be that your understanding of auxiliary soul masters is even greater than my father's?"

Her words left Flender speechless and afraid to retort. Understanding auxiliary soul masters better than her father, Ning Fengzhi? He was known as the number one auxiliary soul master in the world, and even if Flender had two more lives, he wouldn't dare to say such a thing.

Seeing Flender's face turn a shade of pig liver, Ning Rongrong remembered Feng Xinglie's instructions and quickly decided to stop while she was ahead, changing the subject:

"Alright, weren't we supposed to go to the fighting arena for class? Let's hurry up, I can't wait."

After saying that, she pulled Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu and ran outside.