Whitewash Yourself? You Think You Deserve It! The Poisonous Scheme of Borrowing a Hen to Lay Eggs Won't Work

The atmosphere inside was so oppressive it felt like it was about to drip water.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, head slightly raised, forcibly adopting the demeanor of a "Grandmaster" who could calculate everything.

"Now, we only have one path to take!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse, yet passionate.

"Participate in the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academy!"

"As long as you shine in the competition and win the championship, the doubts and slanders of the world will naturally disappear."

"The victor is not to be blamed!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up, and he instinctively clenched his fists.

"The teacher is right!"

"As long as we display overwhelming talent before the entire continent, those infamy are nothing more than the envy of mediocre people towards the strong!"

Before Tang San could even calm down from this surge of passion...

Dai Mubai frowned, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "The Elite Tournament is a supreme event jointly organized by the royal families of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire kingdoms and the Spirit Hall."

"While we are confident in our abilities, it will definitely not be easy to stand out among a group of top elites or even win the championship."

"Win the championship?"

Flender, sitting in the main seat, let out a long sigh of frustration, his hooked-nosed face filled with dejection and bitterness.

"Children, you're oversimplifying things."

"Don't even mention winning the championship, our Shrek Academy can't even pass the preliminary audit, we're not even qualified to participate!"

"What?"

Tang San's expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Dean, with our abilities, how could we not even be qualified?"

Flender pointed to the dilapidated roof and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"The primary requirement for participation is possessing a high-level Soul Master Academy registration certificate issued by the education ministries of the two great empires."

"What are we Shrek?"

"To put it bluntly, it's just an unlicensed, unregistered village-run workshop academy."

"If even the most basic standards of venue, instructors, and financial auditing are not met, how can they compete?"

"Are we going to use these few dilapidated thatched huts to fill out the eligibility verification form?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water being poured over someone's head.

Yu Xiaogang froze on the spot, his eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

He was preoccupied with constructing his grand plan to "turn the tide in major competitions and wash away the shame."

However, they overlooked this most basic and fatal hard threshold.

In an attempt to save face, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and hurriedly struggled to explain:

"I had already planned a foolproof path."

"Bringing you into the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and using their competition qualifications is called 'borrowing a hen to lay eggs'."

"With your talent, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy will definitely nurture you as geniuses."

"Using someone else's chicken to lay eggs?"

Oscar raised an eyebrow and interrupted without hesitation, "Grandmaster, have you lost your memory?"

"We just completely offended the Imperial Fighting Team."

"Now you're talking about going to someone else's stronghold to borrow chickens and lay eggs?"

These words were blunt and cruel, instantly ripping Yu Xiaogang's last shred of pretense to shreds.

Just when the atmosphere reached its peak,

Ma Hongjun had been huddled in the corner with a bruised and swollen face, spoke weakly.

"Then... how about we just forget about it?"

"Let's just stay here at the Shrek Academy."

"As long as we stay indoors, no one can attack us."

Oscar shrank back and chimed in, "Yeah, yeah."

"It's too chaotic out there. How about we lie low for a few years and wait for public opinion to die down before going out?"

"Shut up!"

Dai Mubai roared and smashed the rosewood table beside him with a single palm strike.

"Bang!"

The wooden table was broken.

Her eyes were bloodshot. "Isn't this just being a coward?"

He is a prince of the Star Luo Empire!

If you don't even dare to go out, how can you go back and compete with your elder brother, the Emperor, and how can you save your life?

Tang San's eyes darkened, and he growled unwillingly, "I'm absolutely not reconciled either!"

"We haven't done anything wrong, so why should we be stuck in this wretched place like stray dogs?"

"That is!"

A sharp, furious roar, fueled by pent-up resentment, exploded forth!

To everyone's surprise, it was Xiao Wu who lost her temper.

Xiao Wu's eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Ma Hongjun.

The disgust and anger in his eyes almost burst forth in a tangible way.

"Ma Hongjun, you fat bastard, if you hadn't been going to brothels and causing trouble every day, how could things have gotten to this point?"

"Why should we all have to pay the price for the mess you made?"

Why should I cower with you?!

"I... I was just confused at the time..."

Ma Hongjun turned pale with fright at the furious roar and stammered his explanation.

"Are you confused?"

"Your brain is full of mush!"

Xiao Wu trembled violently with anger.

Her heart was screaming and roaring!

She wants to become stronger!

She also wants to find an opportunity to avenge her mother!

The colossal Spirit Hall still loomed over her head, making every minute and every second an ordeal for her.

But what about now?

Because of Ma Hongjun, that filthy, disgusting fatso, the entire Shrek became a stinking rat that everyone wanted to beat.

Are you going to let her stay in this quagmire?

Absolutely impossible!

Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, her cold, pretty face remaining completely expressionless.

But her furrowed brows and the disgusted way she turned away already showed her extreme aversion to Ma Hongjun and the current situation.

Ma Hongjun seemed to have all his strength drained away.

He lowered his head, biting his lip tightly.

Overwhelmed by shame and inferiority, he wished he could disappear into the ground.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point once again.

Looking at the falling apart team, Flender let out a long sigh.

That face, which was originally comical and owl-shaped, now exuded an indescribable sense of vicissitude and determination.

"Alright, stop arguing," he said in a stern voice, trying to maintain order.

All eyes were on the old dean.

Flender slowly stood up, gave Yu Xiaogang a complicated look, and a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Actually, I have one last way out."

Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked up. "Flender, you still have a way out? What way out?"

"A path that will allow us to qualify for the competition."

Flender's voice was soft, yet carried a suppressed emotion.

"But whether it will work or not, I need to go and confirm it myself."

"Dean, what exactly is this place?" Tang San asked anxiously.

Flender did not answer directly, but simply sighed deeply and turned to walk out the door.

A somber sentence lingered in the air:

"If it succeeds, Shrek can still escape from their predicament; if it doesn't, then everyone should go their separate ways."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

I had a feeling that Dean Flender had made some major decision.

Tang San also noticed the complicated look in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he left.

He frowned slightly.

Is Flender's search for Shrek's future connected to his teacher in some way?