Hearing Flender's words, everyone on the field wore different expressions. Quite a few people secretly thought, Clearly, Dean Flender—or rather, Teacher Flender—wants to properly discipline Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Who would have thought that Ning Rongrong would suddenly let out a laugh.
"Hehe, ha..."
The girl's laughter was as pleasant as silver bells, but Flender immediately felt somewhat irritated.
"What are you laughing at?"
He couldn't help asking.
Ning Rongrong merely blinked. Too lazy to say anything, she turned and headed toward her dormitory.
Her meaning was perfectly clear. Like the other six students present who weren't Support Type Soul Masters, she intended to return directly to her dormitory to rest, then come back when classes began that evening.
As for Oscar?
She couldn't be bothered with him.
Seeing this, before Flender could lose his temper, Oscar grew anxious first. He glanced at Flender, hurried over, patted him on the arm to signal that he shouldn't get worked up, then called out to stop Ning Rongrong.
"Hey!"
There was no response.
"Rongrong! Ning Rongrong! Classmate Ning Rongrong!"
Still, there was no response.
Oscar paused, but he didn't get angry. At least on the surface, he remained calm and amiable. He immediately jogged over to Ning Rongrong, who was strolling toward the edge of the field with leisurely steps, and whispered to her as if offering advice, "Classmate Ning Rongrong, Dean Flender is very petty. If you embarrass him now, he might make things difficult for you in the future."
With that, he grinned and continued.
"How about this? If you don't want to run too many laps, I'll talk to Dean Flender. I can run a few laps for you. What do you say?"
Ning Rongrong didn't stop walking. She merely cast