Freshmen

An Chen stood up and patted the dust off his backside.

Dai Mubai looked at Zhao Wuji's blood-covered face. He wanted to laugh but did not dare, so he hurriedly shouted, "Oscar, Oscar, get over here! You've got business!"

His voice was amplified through Soul Power. As long as someone was within the academy, they would probably be unable to miss it.

"Where's the business? Where's the business?" Oscar's distinctively soft voice came from afar, carrying a hint of excitement as it drew closer. Before long, he appeared before them.

Perhaps because he had been in too much of a hurry, he had even abandoned his cart and run over alone.

"Little Ao, come here," Dai Mubai called.

Oscar hurried over. "Boss Dai, did you call me?"

Dai Mubai nodded. "Hurry up and make a few sausages. They're all hurt."

Oscar was overjoyed. "Five Copper Soul Coins each. Don't forget to pay me afterward. Big Sausage Go."

As he uttered that bizarre soul incantation, light flashed in his hand, and a fragrant sausage immediately appeared.

Dai Mubai gave Tang San a look. "Eat it. This guy's words are a little disgusting, but his sausages really are effective. This is a sausage granted by his First Soul Ring. It can speed up the recovery of physical injuries."

The sausage itself was not a problem, but the moment Tang San recalled Oscar's words, his stomach churned. He quickly waved his hand. "My injuries aren't serious. I'm just a little exhausted. I'll be fine after resting for a while. Let the others eat the sausages instead."

With that, he immediately sat cross-legged and began regulating his breath.

An Chen watched the scene with a faint smile.

This guy was still too young.

He glanced at the sausage in Oscar's hand. It did smell better than the ones he had bought before.

Tang San might not eat it, but that did not mean nobody else would. For example, someone who had suffered a tremendous loss of face.

"Oscar, come here. Give me one sausage and one Little Sausage."

Zhao Wuji's voice was somewhat muffled, his tongue still swollen.

Oscar blinked his peach blossom eyes. "Who are you? How did you get into Shrek Academy, and how do you know my name?"

"You bastard, do you want to be punished? I'm Zhao Wuji!" Zhao Wuji roared in fury.

"Uh..." Seeing the look Dai Mubai gave him, Oscar immediately pretended that nothing had happened. He eagerly trotted over to Zhao Wuji and chanted another soul incantation. "Little Sausage."

Zhao Wuji ate the sausage and Little Sausage one after another, and his complexion immediately improved.

The wounds on his body began healing rapidly, while the numbness caused by the Datura Snake Venom gradually faded.

"Teacher Zhao, have we passed?" Ning Rongrong asked.

Zhao Wuji turned around and saw that the incense he had lit had long since gone out. He snorted angrily. "You've passed."

He turned to leave.

"Teacher Zhao, wait." Tang San opened his eyes and forced himself to stand up. "Let me remove the Hidden Weapons from your body. Otherwise, they may affect your health."

Zhao Wuji froze, and his old face could not help flushing with embarrassment. After all, he was a Soul Saint. Yet when facing a child who had not even reached level thirty, he had actually used his Fifth Soul Ring.

Tang San walked over to Zhao Wuji. His right hand turned jade-white, and his fingers rapidly tapped Zhao Wuji's wounds. With a pull and sweep of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, one Dragon Whisker Needle after another was extracted.

The pain made Zhao Wuji's facial muscles twitch, but he was tough enough that he did not utter a single groan.

After removing the Dragon Whisker Needles, Tang San's internal energy was depleted once more, and he fainted on the spot. Oscar hurriedly caught him.

Having eaten the sausages, Zhao Wuji had recovered more than half of his injuries. Looking at the unconscious Tang San, he frowned slightly. "Mubai, arrange rooms for these freshmen. Classes start tomorrow. None of you touch the weapons Tang San scattered all over the ground. Let him clean them up himself when he wakes up."

Leaving those words behind, Zhao Wuji turned and departed.

Teacher Zhao was probably going to have a rough night.

An Chen watched Zhao Wuji's retreating figure and thought to himself.

After watching Zhao Wuji disappear into the distance, Oscar helped Tang San over to Dai Mubai and could not help asking, "What was wrong with Teacher Zhao today? Why was he making things difficult for a few freshmen?"

Dai Mubai replied irritably, "Enough nonsense. Settle them in first."

As he spoke, Dai Mubai picked Zhu Zhuqing up from the ground. He seemed not to notice her icy gaze at all.

Oscar muttered, "Why are the people you two are carrying both beauties, while I'm carrying a man?"

Dai Mubai shot him a glare with his evil eyes. "That's a matter of character."

Following behind them, An Chen could not help smiling at the sight.

With him included, the Shrek Seven Devils should have become the Shrek Eight Devils.

By the time Tang San woke from his unconsciousness, the sky outside had already begun to darken.

He found himself lying in a Wooden House. The room was not large. Besides the bed he was on, there were two more beds beside it. Oscar was sitting on one of them, muttering something under his breath.

An Chen sat on the third bed with his eyes closed, regulating his breath.

"Where am I?" Tang San's voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing that he was awake, Oscar said, "This is our dormitory. You'll be sharing a room with me from now on. You're Tang San, right? You were really fierce today. Even Teacher Zhao suffered a loss."

"What about Xiao Wu? How is she?"

"Don't worry, she's fine. She's sharing a room with Ning Rongrong. She should recover after a night's sleep." Oscar blinked his peach blossom eyes. "That Ning Rongrong from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is really beautiful."

Tang San braced himself into a sitting position. After expending so much internal energy, the most important thing was not to slack off.

"We'll be roommates from now on. I'm Oscar, a level twenty-nine Instrument Soul Master. My Wuhun is sausage. You can call me Little Ao."

Tang San smiled. "Aren't you Uncle Big Sausage?"

"Pah. I'll shave my beard tomorrow. The academy has some pretty junior girls now, so I can't keep looking this miserable. Dai Mubai has his eye on that ice-cold beauty, Xiao Wu is yours, so I'll reluctantly pursue Ning Rongrong."

"Xiao Wu and I are just friends." Tang San frowned.

An Chen opened his eyes. Looking at the strange gleam flashing repeatedly in Oscar's peach blossom eyes, he could not help smiling.

This guy was exactly the same as in the original story.

"You're An Chen, right?" Oscar turned toward him. "Your Wuhun is an Iron Pot? You seemed pretty calm just now."

An Chen nodded. "More or less."

Late at night, the entire Shrek Academy fell completely silent.

Early the next morning.

Tang San was already up at dawn. Cultivating the Purple Demon Eye every day had become something he had to do.

When he left the dormitory, the sky outside was still dark. After a night's rest, Tang San's internal energy had recovered.

Following Oscar's directions, he quickly arrived at the clearing where Zhao Wuji had tested them yesterday and began gathering his Hidden Weapons.

An Chen had also woken up, but he did not go out. Instead, he continued lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Oscar was still hugging his blanket and snoring loudly, drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Tang San returned. He woke Oscar to ask where Xiao Wu lived, then left the dormitory.

An Chen lay there for a while longer before finally getting up.

When he stepped out of the dormitory, he saw Tang San and Xiao Wu approaching from another direction. They seemed to have just returned from the village.

"An Chen, you're awake." Xiao Wu waved at him. "Want to go to the Cafeteria together? Boss Dai said the dean wants to gather us."

An Chen nodded and followed behind them.

By the time the three of them reached the Cafeteria, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had already arrived. Aside from looking somewhat pale, Zhu Zhuqing seemed to be fine.

Dai Mubai was there too, talking to a Little Fatty.

Ma Hongjun?

An Chen glanced at the round, pudgy boy and nodded to himself.