The Butterfly Effect! A Different Ning Rongrong!

Shrek Academy.

Ning Rongrong stood on the playground, drenched in sweat.

Today's training task was to run twenty laps around the playground.

She had already completed fifteen laps; her legs felt as heavy as lead, and her breathing was as ragged as a bellows.

Yet, she did not stop.

"Five more laps!"

Flender stood at the edge of the playground, holding a sand timer in his hand: "No dinner until you finish!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and kept running.

The scene of the day she left the sect surfaced in her mind.

Her father stood at the gate, watching her board the carriage. Sword Grandpa stood behind her father, silent, but his eyes were slightly red.

Bone Grandpa stood on the other side, his fists clenched tight.

She did not cry.

She had promised her father she would not cry.

But she wanted to cry now.

Not because she was tired, but because she missed home.

The seventeenth lap.

Ning Rongrong's pace slowed, tears swirling in her eyes.

"Can't run anymore?"

Fu Wen's voice came from the side.

Ning Rongrong turned her head and saw that Fu Wen had appeared beside her at some point.

"Mind your own business."

She gritted her teeth and picked up her speed.

Fu Wen did not follow; he simply stood where he was, watching her retreating figure.

The eighteenth lap, the nineteenth lap, the twentieth lap.

Ning Rongrong finished the final lap, bent over, and gasped for air.

Sweat streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the ground and soaking a small patch of earth.

"Not bad."

Flender walked over and handed her a towel: "Wipe your sweat and go eat."

Ning Rongrong took the towel and wiped her face.

Then she realized that her tears had already fallen at some point without her noticing.

She quickly turned her head, not wanting anyone to see.

Flender pretended not to notice and turned to walk away.

Fu Wen stood in the distance, watching Ning Rongrong's back, saying nothing.

This young miss could endure more than he had imagined.

But she was also more fragile than he had imagined.

However, it did not matter.

There was time here.

Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked toward the cafeteria.

She could not cry.

She had promised her father.

At Shrek Academy, she was not the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She was just an ordinary student.

She would prove herself.

Over the next few days, Ning Rongrong's performance surprised everyone.

The first day, twenty laps, she finished them.

The second day, another twenty laps, she finished them again.

The third day, Flender increased the count to twenty-five laps; she gritted her teeth and finished those too.

During a break, Oscar whispered to Ma Hongjun: "This young miss can endure more than I thought."

Ma Hongjun nodded: "Yeah, I thought she'd be crying and screaming to go home on the first day."

"I thought the same," Oscar sighed. "But look at her. She's exhausted like a dog every day after the run, yet she has never once asked to stop."

Fu Wen stood to the side, silent, but he was more surprised than anyone.

He knew what Ning Rongrong was like in the original story.

In the original, Ning Rongrong didn't enter Shrek Academy until she was twelve, arrogant and willful, unable to endure any hardship.

She couldn't even finish the run on the first day, quitting on the spot to go shopping in Suotuo City.

It was only after Flender scolded her in front of everyone that she reluctantly stayed.

But this six-year-old Ning Rongrong was completely different.

She ran the twenty-five laps even faster than Oscar.

Although she was always panting for breath after each run, she never slacked off, let alone gave up halfway.

Fu Wen couldn't figure it out.

Was it because of the age difference?

Could a six-year-old endure more hardship than a twelve-year-old?

That didn't make sense.

Then was it because of the different environment?

In the original, Ning Rongrong didn't leave the sect until she was twelve, having been spoiled for six extra years, which had already set her personality in stone.

But now she was only six, having just awakened her Martial Soul, and her personality hadn't fully formed yet.

This explanation was reasonable, but not entirely complete.

There was another possibility: the butterfly effect.

His appearance had changed some of Flender's decisions and many things at Shrek Academy.

The auction of the Flying Sausage, the suppression of the Evil Fire Phoenix, the Flow-Severing interruption effect...

These matters had, to some extent, reached the ears of Ning Fengzhi through the channels of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi had sent Ning Rongrong over early not just because he saw the potential of Shrek, but because he had discovered an opportunity completely different from the original story.

The six-year-old Ning Rongrong had not yet been completely spoiled.

Intervening now was still in time.

Thinking of this, Fu Wen couldn't help but glance at Ning Rongrong.

The young miss was sitting on a stone pier at the edge of the playground, clutching a water bottle and gulping down water. After finishing, she took a bite of Oscar's Big Sausage, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

"What are you looking at?" Ning Rongrong noticed Fu Wen's gaze, looked up, and glared at him.

"Nothing." Fu Wen shifted his gaze away.

"Hmph." Ning Rongrong snorted and continued gnawing on the sausage.

Flender stood in the distance, watching this scene, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Zhao Wuji walked over, arms crossed, and lowered his voice: "Dean, this girl's resilience is stronger than I imagined. I thought she would be crying."

"I thought so too." Flender pushed up his glasses. "But she didn't."

"What's the reason?"

Flender thought for a moment: "Perhaps because she is still young. A six-year-old child adapts to a new environment more easily than a twelve-year-old. It could also be because Ning Fengzhi told her something beforehand."

"Told her what?"

"I don't know. But he definitely said something." Flender paused. "Ning Fengzhi is not the kind of father who would blindly throw his child into a pit of fire. Before he sent Rongrong here, he must have talked to her."

Zhao Wuji nodded and didn't ask any further.

On the playground, Ning Rongrong finished the sausage, stood up, and brushed the dust off her skirt.

"Dean Flender, is today's training task finished?"

"It is." Flender nodded. "Go and rest."

Ning Rongrong turned to leave, then stopped and looked back at Fu Wen.

"Fu Wen, come here for a second."

Fu Wen walked over and stood still in front of her: "What is it?"

"Why were you looking at me just now?"

"I wasn't looking at you." Fu Wen said expressionlessly. "I was looking at the sausage in your hand."

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then blushed.

The way she had been gnawing on the sausage must have looked terrible.

"You! You are such an annoying person!"

Ning Rongrong stomped her foot and turned to run away.

Oscar, standing nearby, was holding back his laughter so hard his face turned red.

Ma Hongjun was more direct, laughing out loud with a hearty "hahahaha."

Fu Wen's expression remained calm as he turned and walked away.

At night, in the dormitory.

Fu Wen lay on his bed, eyes closed, but he was not asleep.

He was thinking about Ning Rongrong.

It was different from the original work, which was not a bad thing.

But what worried Fu Wen was this.

The butterfly effect would not just affect Ning Rongrong alone.

It would affect everyone and everything.

Would Tang San still come to Shrek?

Would Xiao Wu still follow him here?

Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing... would he be able to successfully join the Shrek Seven Devils?

Would the future plot still follow the original work?