Even Their Ancestors Would Take Flight

Night fell quickly.

Ning Rongrong used celebrating her reunion with Zhu Zhuqing as an excuse to request a party.

Naturally, Lin Xiao did not refuse.

The villa's rooftop was spacious, clean, well-ventilated, and pleasantly cool at night—the perfect place for sightseeing and gatherings.

In the center of the rooftop, Chef Guga had already set up the grill, with piles of meat, vegetables, and other ingredients arranged neatly beside it.

The charcoal burned bright red.

Standing on a stool, Chef Guga skillfully turned the skewered meat and vegetables, its little hands nimbly brushing them with secret sauce.

As the charcoal flames rose, the rich, tempting scent of grilled meat instantly filled the entire rooftop, making everyone's appetite surge.

The other Little Gugas gathered around, some passing over ingredients and others fanning the fire, bustling about busily.

While skewering vegetables, Evil Fat Guga scanned its surroundings with its tiny eyes. The moment it saw no one watching, it immediately stuffed ingredients into its mouth.

Skewer half, eat half.

That way, it could eat one more meal than everyone else.

Xiao Wu crowded up beside the grill, staring eagerly at the sizzling, oil-dripping meat skewers as drool streamed from her mouth.

Lin Xiao leaned against the rooftop railing, enjoying the evening breeze and gazing at the stars filling the sky in complete contentment.

Zhu Zhuqing sat quietly to one side, listening to Ning Rongrong recount her heroic exploits at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Not far below the villa.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who had only recently returned.

As they watched the lights glowing on the rooftop in the distance, listened to the girls' playful laughter, and smelled the tempting aromas drifting their way, all of them swallowed hard.

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together.

"Sniff—! This smells way too good. It smells even better than the restaurants in Suotuo City. Boss Dai, what's with these new students? I'm so jealous of that guy."

"Being jealous won't help."

Dai Mubai lifted his chin toward the dormitory beside them.

"Did you forget what Tang San looks like now? That pretty boy beat him into that state. Go ahead and try it if you want."

"Hiss... Forget it. I don't want to end up unable to hold in my own shit."

Ma Hongjun shrank his neck.

Tang San was basically a straight pipe now—whatever he ate, he sprayed right back out.

As a result, the dormitory now reeked.

They had no choice but to move into another boys' dormitory.

"Sigh... Forget it. I'll keep looking for my little sweetheart. Boss Dai, are you coming?"

The moment Dai Mubai heard that, he waved his hand with a look of disgust.

"Go if you want. Little sweetheart? You're probably the only one who could fancy that kind of trash."

His most important task now was to win Zhu Zhuqing back. He absolutely could not let that enormous green hat land on his head.

Ma Hongjun muttered jealously.

"If I had as much money as you, or had a slutty face like you and Little Oscar, I'd find a good one too."

With that, he headed for the alleys of Suotuo City without looking back.

Early the next morning.

Lin Xiao and the others did not get up until the sun was high in the sky.

The moment they opened the door, they saw Flender with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Flender stared at them fiercely.

"Didn't you hear the assembly bell?! Why aren't you gathered on the field?!"

In all Shrek Academy's years of operation, these were the first new students bold enough to be collectively late on their very first day.

Other students woke before dawn and waited for assembly, but these few had slept straight through until noon.

If they dared to be late today because they relied on their talent.

Then tomorrow, they would dare not come to class at all!

The day after that, they would dare stomp Shrek Academy beneath their feet!

This was also the first time Ning Rongrong had been berated like this. A flash of irritation crossed her face, and she cursed him out on the spot.

"Flender! Who do you think you are? How dare you try to control us?!

Coming to your lousy school was already doing you a favor! And you still have the nerve to put on airs?

Believe it or not, I'll have Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa smash your lousy school to pieces!!"

Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat shocked by how Ning Rongrong instantly switched into battle mode.

She had directly lashed out at a teacher on the first day of school.

Was this really the lively, cheerful girl who had chatted so happily with her yesterday?

Flender was clearly stunned by the scolding as well.

"Are you talking to me?"

"Heh~ Who else? Are your ears deaf?"

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms, lifted her chin slightly, and looked at Flender with utter disdain, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Let me ask you, do you dare lay a hand on me? I have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, and Brother Lin Xiao.

What do you have? Other than being a Soul Sage, what else are you? Speak!"

Flender opened his mouth, but a breath caught in his chest, leaving him unable to respond for a long while.

He dearly wanted to punish her the way he punished Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

But she was Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

If he touched even one of her fingers, he probably would not even know how he died.

Lin Xiao tugged gently on Ning Rongrong's little hand and lowered his voice.

"Rongrong, that's enough. Tone it down a little. Look how badly you've scared Zhuqing."

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong instinctively turned her head to look.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind them with her mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Ning Rongrong immediately felt a little awkward.

"Cough, cough... Zhuqing, I'm normally very ladylike! This is intermittent irritability. I only get like this when I run into people or things that make me uncomfortable."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded silently. For a moment, she did not know how to respond, and the shock in her heart had not diminished in the slightest.

Beside her, Lin Xiao turned to Flender, whose expression kept shifting uncertainly.

"Dean, may I ask whether there's some important announcement that prompted you to gather everyone?"

Flender had been left unable to save face after Ning Rongrong's tirade. Now that Lin Xiao offered him a way out, he immediately let the matter pass.

"I gathered everyone to inform you that tonight, all of you will be heading to the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City for practical combat training.

At Shrek Academy, theoretical study is secondary, while real combat is primary.

Tempering yourselves in the Great Soul Arena and accumulating combat experience is a required course for every one of you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Xiao Wu pouted and complained.

"Seriously... He called us together so early just to tell us that we have to gather again tonight? Isn't that sick?"

Her words instantly voiced everyone's thoughts.

Being called out and scolded early in the morning for missing the bell was understandable enough.

But finding out it had all been for one sentence about gathering that evening would annoy anyone.

At any other school with more people.

His ancestors for eighteen generations would have been cursed out.

Ning Rongrong immediately laughed, then turned to Zhu Zhuqing with a smug expression.

"See, Zhuqing? I wasn't wrong, was I? Flender really is sick. This really isn't my fault."

Zhu Zhuqing's lips twitched slightly. She remained silent, but there was obvious agreement in her eyes.

On the training field.

Dai Mubai and Oscar were absentmindedly thinking about something, while Ma Hongjun lay sprawled over Oscar's shoulder catching up on sleep.

When they saw Flender approaching.

Oscar patted Ma Hongjun's face to wake him.

Ma Hongjun straightened up groggily, rubbing his eyes with a blank expression.

Oscar looked behind Flender.

"Dean, have they come?"

Flender glanced at him, his tone carrying a hint of impatience.

"Why are you so concerned about them? Just take care of yourself!"

He could not be bothered to lecture them further and directly announced.

"Everyone, assemble tonight. We will head to the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City for practical spirit battles. Dismissed. Rest and prepare on your own!"

After saying that, Flender turned and walked away.

Ma Hongjun stretched lazily, looking completely at ease.

"Finally, I can go back and rest."