As night fell over the countryside, the houses quietly shed their familiar appearances. Scattered clusters of lamplight shone in the distance, like the shimmering rainbow robes of a celestial maiden.
The nights at Shrek Academy were beautiful. Stars filled the sky, and fireflies dotted the flower beds. This tranquil countryside beauty was nowhere to be found in the city.
At Shrek Academy's gate, Zhao Wuji sat in a chair. The aura radiating from his body kept all the mosquitoes at bay. His eyes lit up at the sight of the eight people approaching, and he rose from his seat.
"Huh? Where's my roast chicken? Why don't I see any of you carrying it?" Zhao Wuji asked in confusion.
"Teacher Zhao, sorry. I forgot!" Dai Mubai apologized sheepishly.
"It's fine. If you forgot, you forgot. But what happened to you all? Why does everyone look so downcast?" Zhao Wuji did not pursue the matter. He had already noticed the gloomy, unpleasant expressions on their faces.
"Teacher Zhao, apart from Xiao Wu's and Zhu Zhuqing's one-on-one matches, and Xiao Wu and Tang San's two-on-two match, we all lost tonight!" Ma Hongjun answered.
"Lost? How could you lose? Tang San, did you lose your one-on-one match too?" Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San. When Tang San had first entered the academy, his performance had astonished him.
"Yes, I lost too." Tang San nodded.
"He gave you those injuries?" Zhao Wuji's gaze sharpened.
"Yes." Tang San nodded.
"Who among those at your level could beat you up like this?" Zhao Wuji asked curiously.
"Su Chen!" Tang San answered.
"Su Chen? Him again?"
Zhao Wuji frowned slightly. Oscar and Ma Hongjun had previously been beaten up by Tang San. Since Zhao Wuji already had a record, when Oscar and Ma Hongjun had asked them to