Zhu Zhuqing nodded earnestly. With her temperament, she naturally would not let Ning Rongrong slack off the way Oscar had.
Jiang Che's gaze swept back and forth between Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing again.
Under Jiang Che's brazen scrutiny, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were clearly a little uncomfortable.
Jiang Che paid no attention to their unusual expressions and said, "You two should go to the blacksmith's later and order a few sets of weighted ankle bands, along with some other training weights. From now on, both of you will train with weights."
Since making custom training weights would take some time, Jiang Che simply had Ning Rongrong return to the Soul Fighting stage to take more beatings, with Zhu Zhuqing supervising her closely. As for Jiang Che, he went back to the deathmatch arena to farm skill points.
"This sinful life of mine-how many lives have already stained my hands? If this world has a heaven and hell, I'm afraid I'll be cast down into the eighteenth level of hell!" Jiang Che sighed.
In Shrek Academy's classroom, only four of the seven seats were occupied, leaving the room looking empty and desolate.
Tang San sat by the window, leafing through a notebook about soul beasts and occasionally looking outside.
Xiao Wu lay slumped over the desk beside Tang San, idly fiddling with her scorpion braid.
Dai Mubai sat in the back row with his arms folded across his chest, his expression extremely ugly.
Ma Hongjun lounged sideways on his stool with a blade of grass between his lips, his gaze shifting between two empty seats.
"Boss Dai, what's going on?" Unable to hold back any longer, Ma Hongjun spat the grass onto the floor and leaned closer. "Where are those three? Do you know why they're gone?"
Dai Mubai