Two Little Devils

"Ma Hongjun, was it? You're so young. Don't be so hotheaded."

"Once your dean returns, you'll know whether I'm the specially appointed teacher he invited."

"Flender has already told me about you. You do have some talent, but if you rely solely on cultivating by yourself, you'll never become a Titled Douluo in this lifetime."

"With my guidance in the future, you will certainly become a Titled Douluo."

Faced with Ma Hongjun's angry rebuke, Yu Xiaogang put on an exceedingly magnanimous air.

He was indeed rather lacking when it came to cultivation, but the fact that he had thrived all these years meant he was not entirely without ability.

At the very least, Yu Xiaogang was outstanding at manipulating people.

Yu Xiaogang knew perfectly well that, under the current circumstances, getting into a conflict with a youngster like Ma Hongjun was not wise.

Ultimately, he was only a Soul Grandmaster. If he angered this little fellow into attacking him outright, wouldn't he lose every last shred of dignity?

He would be teaching these children in the future, so he absolutely could not do anything that would make him lose face.

That was why he needed to wait for Flender to return.

Then he could use Flender's authority to direct and command these students.

At that point, would he have to worry about anyone refusing to cooperate?

"You? Teach me?"

"Why don't you take a good look at what sort of thing you are?"

"Who forgot to tie their crotch shut and let you out?"

"You really do think you're something."

"Get lost before I lose my temper!"

Ma Hongjun was not buying Yu Xiaogang's act.

Never mind that his teacher, Flender, was absent-even if his teacher were here and ordered him to obey the man before him, he would not meekly comply.

If he really encountered any cultivation problems, couldn't he just ask his big brother?

Failing that, he could go to that sneaky bastard Oscar.

He did not need anyone else to tell him how to cultivate.

Ma Hongjun's words made Yu Xiaogang flush crimson on the spot, and he nearly fainted from anger.

He had never imagined that Flender's disciple would behave like this.

Such utter disrespect for teachers and their teachings.

When had he, Yu Xiaogang, ever suffered such humiliation?

Still, Yu Xiaogang endured it.

He had no choice but to endure it.

At present, there was no one to back him up.

"Boy, you're young and don't know how to measure your words. I won't hold it against you."

"Once Flender returns, I will certainly give him a proper account of this."

"As for who I am, you may address me as Grandmaster!"

Although Yu Xiaogang wanted to force down his anger and refrain from arguing with Ma Hongjun, the boy's words were simply too offensive. He still failed to restrain himself, and a hint of a threat crept into his words.

When he mentioned the title Grandmaster, he placed particular emphasis on it, a measure of pride showing on his face.

To many factions, Grandmaster was a byword for mockery and ridicule, but to Yu Xiaogang, that title was the only distinction he could show off.

He had earned it through his own abilities.

"And here I was wondering who you were."

"So you're that good-for-nothing everyone knows about."

"I wonder who gave you the courage to spout such nonsense here!"

"You have no shame at all!"

Before Ma Hongjun could retort, another mocking voice rang out from a distance.

The owner of that voice was none other than Ning Rongrong.

She had been fretting over her inability to find an opportunity to join Oscar's circle. Wasn't this an excellent opportunity right here?

And so, Ning Rongrong stepped forward.

She went from watching the spectacle to being part of it.

Yu Xiaogang certainly had luck on his side: the only two students with merciless tongues were both here, and he had run into them both.

"And who are you?"

At the sight of Ning Rongrong stepping forward, Yu Xiaogang's expression grew even uglier.

From this little girl's words, he keenly sensed that she truly knew his identity.

Once she exposed him, the others at the academy would form preconceived notions. When that happened, the plans he had prepared might be ruined.

"Don't think you can fool me!"

"My dad said you're a good-for-nothing with nothing but a title and no real knowledge or ability."

"And don't think you can intimidate me with your background in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Never mind that you're a useless disciple discarded by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan-even if you were its next heir, you still couldn't threaten me."

"If you don't like it, go take it up with my Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone!"

Her face full of haughty pride, Ning Rongrong looked at Yu Xiaogang with contempt.

At that moment, she truly spared Yu Xiaogang no dignity whatsoever.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Yu Xiaogang realized who she was.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong.

What has Flender been doing? Didn't I tell him to put Ning Rongrong in her place first and wear down her sharp edges?

Yu Xiaogang grumbled endlessly to himself.

He had corresponded with Flender long ago and knew some basic information about this year's students at Shrek Academy.

The two most troublesome among them were Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Dai Mubai, who was suspected of coming from the Star Luo Empire.

Although Dai Mubai was mysterious, Yu Xiaogang did not take him seriously.

Compared with Tang Hao, what did it matter how mysterious he was?

He had his own ways of winning him over.

He had also heard a little about the affairs of the Star Luo Imperial Family, and Yu Xiaogang suspected that Dai Mubai had very likely fled the Star Luo Empire.

He had countless ways to keep him under his thumb.

Yu Xiaogang did not know about Dai Mubai's battle with Tang Hao. Flender had not told him, partly because it was, after all, a humiliating affair, while the other reason was naturally Black Panther.

He truly worried that revealing Dai Mubai's affairs in a letter might provoke Black Panther's anger and cause him to hurt someone.

Thus, in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Ning Rongrong was the only person in the entire academy who needed to be handled with care.

He had specifically asked Flender to temper this young lady's disposition in advance.

Everything he had done had a simple purpose: once he arrived, he would build a lineup led by Tang San.

Although Tang San might be somewhat weaker, given his background and the talent of his twin martial souls, Yu Xiaogang was confident he could make it happen.

Yet looking at the current situation, where was there any sign that Ning Rongrong had ever been put in her place?

She was all prickly young-lady temper.

"Rongrong, you mean this guy is a good-for-nothing?"

At that moment, Ma Hongjun also caught on.

So this fellow was a widely known good-for-nothing who amounted to absolutely nothing.

What right did a good-for-nothing have to discipline him?

"Not just a good-for-nothing, but a famous one everyone knows about."

"I heard he's very close to our dean. Back in the day, he made quite a name for himself traveling with the dean and another woman."

"The dean seems to listen to his opinions a lot, too."

When Ning Rongrong heard Ma Hongjun take the initiative to speak to her, she knew her idea had been right.

Wasn't this an excellent start?

Once she also helped Oscar purchase and exchange those rare metals, those two connections combined would give her a reason to take the initiative to approach Oscar and his group.