The next morning, the Shrek youngsters arrived at the cafeteria, yawning.
"By the way, did you hear the commotion outside the city yesterday? That aura was terrifying. I'm guessing at least two Soul Saints were fighting."
Ma Hongjun spoke with lingering fear about the horrors of the Hammer Hunt Battle.
Ning Rongrong curled her lips disdainfully. When the Titled Douluo in my family fight, it's about this loud too. What are Soul Saints?
Tang San sat at the dining table with a dark expression, drinking porridge without joining their conversation. That feeling of having lost something important still lingered in his heart, impossible to shake.
After yesterday's Soul Battle ended, Fatty had wanted to take Dai Mubai to the brothel, but the other man had carelessly blurted out, "My taste is much better than yours!" Little Cat could no longer suppress her displeasure and argued with him, and the group parted on bad terms.
Thus, even now, the atmosphere remained rather gloomy. Fortunately, Fatty's jokes allowed everyone to finish breakfast in peace.
The dong dong... dong of the bell rang out again, and the group hurried to the playground to assemble.
Flender's Shoehorn Face once again entered everyone's sight.
After briefly sweeping his gaze over the students, Flender frowned slightly.
"Where's Oscar?"
Only then did Tang San remember that Oscar, his roommate, seemed to still be cultivating.
"Dean, when I got up this morning, I saw Oscar still cultivating, so I didn't wake him."
"Mm. Hongjun, go call him down to assemble."
"Yes, Dean."
Before Fatty could move, Oscar's voice came from the direction of the dormitories.
"No need, Dean. I'm here."
"Good kid, did you not run enough of those twenty laps yesterday? Then today, you and Ning Rongrong will run forty laps. The Eldest Young Lady said yesterday