In the dead of night, a profound silence draped over Shrek Academy. Just as Dai Mubai had anticipated, out of all the applicants that day, only Tang San and Kyle had managed to bypass the third trial. Given that the Academy usually only accepted one student every few years, this was already an unprecedented harvest.
As the Vice Dean, Zhao Wuji had his own private quarters. Currently, he sat alone in his room, nursing a rather bruised ego. The physical injuries on his body had already healed those minor flesh wounds were nothing to him but the blow to his pride was substantial. Clenching his right fist and slamming it into his left palm, Zhao Wuji sighed helplessly.
"Consider it a stroke of bad luck. Why did I have to run into a little hedgehog and a little leech? It seems I'll have to discipline them properly moving forward. Unpolished jade is useless, after all."
As he spoke that last sentence, a somewhat cruel, vengeful smirk crept onto his face.
"Zhao Wuji!"
A sudden voice echoed in the room, causing his smirk to freeze instantly.
Zhao Wuji was a Rank 76 Spirit Sage. In the entire Douluo Continent, he was a high-tier existence. With his formidable spirit power forming a subtle sensory field around him, he could hear a leaf falling within a hundred-meter radius. Yet, he hadn't sensed anyone approaching. Even more terrifying, the voice seemed to pierce directly into his brain, as if the speaker was whispering right beside his ear.
This level of power put Zhao Wuji on high alert. He didn't recognize the voice, but he was absolutely certain of one thing: the visitor's strength was by no means beneath his own.
"Who's there?!"
Zhao Wuji sprang to his feet, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He didn't exactly have the best reputation in the Spirit Master world, and his enemies were not few. After years of hiding in the quiet sanctuary of Shrek Academy, he hadn't expected a powerful foe to suddenly track him down.
"Come out!"
A faint, explosive aura began to visibly ripple from Zhao Wuji's body. Without a second thought, he smashed through his window, landing in the courtyard outside. He pushed his spirit power to its absolute peak, standing guard with solemn caution while scanning his surroundings.
"Come out! I know you're here!" Zhao Wuji bellowed, his deep voice shaking the night air. He immediately summoned his Spirit Body Enhancement. Seven spirit rings rose rhythmically around him, flashing with dazzling light especially his three pitch-black, ten-thousand-year rings, which looked exceptionally intimidating.
From behind a massive tree trunk, a silhouette walked out at a leisurely pace. The figure was entirely cloaked in black, his head covered by a dark hood. From his outward appearance, one could only tell that he was a broad, towering man.
"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji demanded coldly. Having completed his Vigorous Vajra Bear transformation, his entire being radiated a wild, tyrannical atmosphere.
The black-clad man didn't answer his question directly. Instead, he spoke with an icy, detached tone: "To meet the Motionless Bright King in such a tiny place... I haven't exercised my body in quite some time. I thought I might use you for some sparring."
As he spoke, the man slowly raised his right hand. A black light condensed in his palm, taking the form of a massive, imposing weapon. Simultaneously, nine spirit rings quietly materialized around his body.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one piercing red.
The nine rings didn't pulse with the energetic rhythm of Zhao Wuji's; instead, they hovered with a terrifying stillness, completely enveloping the man. Nine spirit rings represented an existence of absolute horror especially that final, blood-red ring.
Seeing the nine rings, Zhao Wuji felt as though a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. A violent shiver ran through his massive frame. As a Spirit Sage, he understood the insurmountable chasm between high-tier Spirit Masters. Beyond Rank 60, even a single rank difference meant a massive disparity in strength. On the surface, it seemed there was only a twenty-rank difference between him and the man before him, but Zhao Wuji knew the truth: the gap between them was infinitely larger than the gap between himself, Kyle, and Tang San.
"Title... Douluo."
Spitting out those two words took all his effort. The Motionless Bright King's body trembled. If a Spirit Sage was a high-tier existence, a Title Douluo was the absolute apex of the world. All of Zhao Wuji's previous aggression vanished from the face of the earth. He hurriedly bowed respectfully.
"Senior, why hide your esteemed presence? Please, do not play such a joke on me."
The black-clad man replied coldly, "You did quite well bullying those children today, didn't you? I realize that intimidating people seems to be a rather enjoyable pastime. Allow me to intimidate you as well. Of course, you are welcome to think of me as the strong bullying the weak."
Without emitting even an ounce of spirit pressure, the man gripped his massive weapon and took a step toward Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji's mind raced like lightning. In the entire Continent, Title Douluos could be counted on two hands, and each belonged to an illustrious clan. The man before him clearly possessed a Tool Spirit, and Tool Spirit Masters who reached the Title Douluo realm were even rarer. Who on earth was he?
Suddenly, the black-clad man stopped ten meters away. "Since you're already here, come out. One or two, it makes no difference to me."
With a flicker, a figure suddenly materialized beside Zhao Wuji. Seeing this person, Zhao Wuji's expression finally relaxed a fraction. "Boss, this Senior is..."
The newcomer waved a hand, silencing Zhao Wuji. Facing the invisible, crushing pressure of the Title Douluo, the newcomer had no choice but to release his own spirit. A pair of massive wings unfurled from his back, his body covered in feathers, his pupils turning into sharp, orange-yellow vertical slits. Seven spirit rings, identical in color configuration to Zhao Wuji's, pulsed around him.
"Owl Rank 78, Flender offer my greetings to His Eminence, Haotian."
The newcomer not only lacked any intent to fight, but bowed deeply to the black-clad man.
Zhao Wuji inhaled sharply. Hearing his comrade's words, he finally realized exactly who was standing before them. His heart contracted violently. Heavens! When did I offend this terrifying deity? The man before him was hailed as the absolute strongest among all Title Douluos. Their spirit development paths were identical pure, overwhelming physical power but comparing his own strength to this man's was like comparing a firefly to the blazing sun.
"There is no need for such formalities. I came here looking for trouble," the black-clad man said coldly. "Owl Spirit, Rank 78. Worthy of the name Flying Corner Flender of the Golden Iron Triangle. This Shrek Academy must be yours."
Flender nodded. "Yes, Your Eminence. I am unaware of how Zhao Wuji has offended you. Is it possible for you to let me handle his punishment?"
"Enough nonsense. Step aside," the black-clad man commanded. "Zhao Wuji, I will give you a chance. I will not use my spirit rings. If you can withstand my attacks for the duration of one incense stick, I will leave without another word. If not... you will have to help me with something."
Zhao Wuji offered a bitter smile. "Eminence Haotian, I truly do not understand how I offended you. Perhaps you could at least make it clear to me first?"
His meaning was obvious: Even if I'm going to die, at least let me die knowing why.
But beside him, Flender completely abandoned all sense of loyalty, hastily stepping aside and making it clear he wanted no part of this.
The black-clad man snorted coldly. "Do I still need to spell it out? You beat the young one, so the old one naturally has to come seek justice. This is true fairness. Prepare yourself."
The massive weapon in his hand and the nine rings around his body simultaneously vanished. Yet, in the blink of an eye, he was already standing directly in front of Zhao Wuji.
Peng, peng, hong, hong, ah!
The sounds of heavy impacts, the tearing of air, muffled groans, and blood-curdling screams were swallowed by the surrounding forest. Standing off to the side, the winged Flender couldn't help but cover his eyes and turn his head, unable to bear the gruesome sight. There was no need to light an incense stick; the entire one-sided massacre was over in less than ten breaths.
The black-clad man stood with his hands behind his back, looking as if nothing had happened. Not a single wrinkle marred his dark clothing.
The pitiful Zhao Wuji, however, was lying flat on his stomach. His head was swollen to twice its size, both eyes blackened. Dark red blood trickled from the corners of his mouth as he lay there, gasping for air.
"Zhao Wuji, do you understand now?" the black-clad man asked calmly.
Only then did Flender dare to approach, helping Zhao Wuji up from the dirt. Surprisingly, Zhao Wuji's bruised face was filled with deep gratitude.
"Thank you very much for your guidance, Eminence Haotian."
The black-clad man nodded at the two of them. His lips moved, speaking a few sentences in a voice so low only they could hear. Zhao Wuji and Flender nodded simultaneously, their expressions turning exceptionally solemn.
"Consider that beating your compensation. I will be troubling you from now on," the black-clad man said, his voice no longer freezing, but deeply calm. Behind his mask, a faint warmth flickered in his eyes. With a sudden blur, he vanished as silently as he had arrived.
Zhao Wuji and Flender stood frozen in place for a long time. Zhao Wuji had to lean heavily on Flender's arm just to remain standing.
"Flender, you are completely devoid of loyalty. If His Eminence had truly possessed killing intent, I'd be dead," Zhao Wuji grumbled. Both men had retracted their spirits. Standing beside Zhao Wuji was a tall, shrewd-looking older man the exact same greedy merchant who had sold Tang San the crystal hair a few days prior.
Flender scoffed. "What do you know? If he truly had killing intent, do you think stepping in would have saved us? We'd both be dead! This is a man who dared to fight the Supreme Pontiff; what wouldn't he destroy? But I never expected him to actually..."
Zhao Wuji offered a wry, swollen smile. "How could I not understand your reasoning? You just didn't want to provoke him any further. But regardless of your logic, I was still beaten half to death. Couldn't you let me rest a bit before the lecture?"
He let out a ragged sigh, the memory of the crushing pressure making him shudder. "His power is simply too terrifying. In the entire Continent, you couldn't find more than a handful of people who could even survive crossing blows with him."
"He is a Title Douluo," Flender sighed. "Who knows how many monsters he has offended in his time."
The night deepened. The students resting inside Shrek Academy were entirely unaware of the earth-shattering event that had just occurred in the courtyard. As for Zhao Wuji, his face was beaten into a swollen pig's head; he wouldn't be recovering from this humiliation anytime soon.
Morning arrived.
Kyle woke up from his meditation as the sky brightened, opening his eyes inside a small wooden cabin. The room was modest, barely ten square meters, containing his bed and one other.
Oscar, having just woken up, looked at Kyle in awe. "Amazing. You actually meditated through the entire night."
"It's not that impressive; it's just how I rest," Kyle replied. He paused, noticing something different. "By the way... where is your beard?"
Oscar grinned, rubbing his smooth chin. "I need to dress to impress. There are beautiful girls here now! Since it's time, I'll take you to the assembly field."
When they arrived at the gathering spot, the others were already waiting. Tang San almost didn't recognize him. Without the thick beard, Oscar's appearance was completely transformed he was actually incredibly handsome.
"Your beard?" Tang San asked, walking over to him, unable to hide his shock.
Oscar smiled welcomingly, quickly finishing a sausage he held in his hand, and whispered, "We have new beauties! If I don't tidy myself up, how will I get them to notice me? Ah, you're clearly inexperienced in these matters."
Dai Mubai cleared his throat loudly. "Since everyone is here, I'll make introductions. This chubby fellow is an Academy student named Ma Hongjun. His spirit is a chicken, uh, no, a Phoenix."
Hearing the word Phoenix, Zhu Zhuqing looked up, but after a single glance at Ma Hongjun, she looked away. When her gaze drifted toward Dai Mubai, it seemed to freeze over with an even deeper layer of frost.
Dai Mubai introduced the five new students to Ma Hongjun. Regarding Tang San and Kyle's true combat power, he didn't explain much, merely hinting to Ma Hongjun that it was best not to provoke them.
As they spoke, a middle-aged man walked out onto the grounds. Seeing him, Tang San, Kyle, and Xiao Wu were visibly taken aback. He appeared to be in his fifties, with a thick, sturdy build. His face was uniquely shaped: a prominent chin, wide cheekbones, a flat profile, and a slightly hooked nose. Even with his eyes closed, he radiated a cunning, calculating aura. He wore thick, rigid black-framed crystal glasses.
Xiao Wu gasped. "Isn't that the greedy uncle?!"
Oscar looked surprised. "What greedy uncle? That is our Academy Dean, the founder of Shrek Academy, the Four-Eyed Owl, Flender. He is a Rank 78 Spirit Sage. Compared to Zhao Wuji, he is even more fierce, possessing a rare flying-type Beast Spirit."
"Thank goodness he's only Rank 78," Xiao Wu muttered. "I didn't expect the motto 'We only accept monsters, not ordinary people' to come from his mouth. Big Sausage Uncle, does our Academy have any Spirit Douluo-level masters?"
Oscar shook his head. "Please call me Sausage Monopoly Oscar. Do you think Spirit Douluos are cabbages you can buy at the market? In the entire Continent, counting all the Empires and Kingdoms, Spirit Masters at Rank 80 or above don't even number a hundred. As for Title Douluos, there are barely ten. How could we just casually run into one?"
Xiao Wu let out a long breath. "That's good."
Tang San looked at her. "Xiao Wu, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she covered up quickly. "Little San, do you think this greedy uncle will remember us?"
Tang San smiled. "It's only been two days; he hasn't forgotten."
Kyle continue "However, since he is the Dean, he shouldn't make things difficult for you over a minor offense."
Oscar let out a dark chuckle, whispering, "You're wrong about that. Our Dean Flender is infamous for holding grudges."
As Flender walked toward them, his gaze swept over the group, pausing momentarily on Oscar with a profound glint in his eye. Oscar turned pale instantly. "Crap. He definitely heard what I just said. This is bad."
Flender stopped in front of the eight students. His hoarse, magnetic voice rang out: "This year is truly excellent. We have received five little monsters. I, Flender, Dean of Shrek Academy, welcome you. Each of you will hand over one hundred gold coins to Teacher Li in the finance office over there."
He then looked sharply at the group. "Support-system Spirit Masters face immense danger on the battlefield without protection. Therefore, escaping is your most vital skill. Oscar, Ning Rongrong. Starting now, run twenty laps around the village. Do not return for lunch until you are finished. Oscar, lead the way. Mubai."
"Dean." Dai Mubai stepped forward. He clearly held deep respect, even awe, for Flender.
"Tell your new juniors about the Academy rules. Class will officially begin tonight."
Zhu Zhuqing turned and left before anyone could say another word, and Dai Mubai didn't chase after her this time. Ma Hongjun left even faster; in a blink, his shadow was gone.
"You two, follow me," Flender pointed at Tang San and Kyle.
Tang San waved for Xiao Wu to stay behind as he and Kyle followed Flender's long strides. Flender's office also served as his living quarters. It was sparsely decorated, containing only bare necessities.
Flender sat behind his desk, looking at Tang San with a complex, emotional gaze. "Is the Grandmaster doing well?"
Tang San nodded. "He is very well."
Flender looked slightly surprised. "You both are his disciple? No wonder."
Tang San reached to his Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and handed Flender an envelope. "Teacher asked me to deliver this to you."
A trace of deep sorrow flickered in Flender's eyes, though a faint smile remained. He slowly opened the envelope, his hands visibly trembling as he pulled out the pristine white letter.
Neither Tang San nor Kyle knew what the letter said, but they watched Flender's expressions shift dramatically. Joy, anger, sorrow, and regret the four core human emotions washed over his face in rapid succession.
"Very well, you old bastard," Flender whispered to himself. He looked back at Tang San. "Since you are his proof, you absolutely must not disappoint him."
Tang San had completed his task. Though this Dean Flender gave him a very strange feeling, he wasn't in the mood to pry.
Meanwhile, outside the Academy, quite a bit of time had passed. Under Oscar's "guidance," Ning Rongrong hadn't even completed a single lap.
"Big Recovery Sausage," Oscar chanted. A savory sausage materialized in his hand, and he offered it to her. "With my sausages, let alone twenty laps, we could run two hundred and never have to worry about starving."
Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar strangely, suddenly uttering an incredibly haughty remark: "That sausage is disgusting. You idiot."
With that, she summoned her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, buffing herself and instantly accelerating her running speed, leaving Oscar standing in the dust.
"Eh..."
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Official Main Hall.
On the north side of the grand hall sat a massive chair carved from premium rosewood, inlaid with a colossal piece of dark green, warm jade.
A man sat upright in the chair. His face was smooth like jade, his features perfectly proportioned and refined. Dressed in a pristine white robe, he appeared to be around forty years old. With his gentle gaze, he looked like an ordinary scholar without a trace of martial spirit.
This was Ning Fengzhi, the Clan Master. He looked down at the young man in white kneeling before him.
"Reporting back: the Young Miss has been accepted into Shrek Academy," the young man said respectfully.
Ning Fengzhi nodded, a helpless smile on his face. "What are the conditions like at Shrek Academy?"
"There is at least one Spirit Sage and numerous Spirit Emperors inside, so I couldn't infiltrate to inspect it closely. However, I handed your explanatory letter to a teacher, who assured me it would be given directly to their Dean."
"Good. I understand." Ning Fengzhi smiled. The young man quickly retreated.
Suddenly, a powerful, commanding voice echoed from all directions, shaking the hall itself. "Fengzhi, do you truly have the heart to let Rongrong go out alone? Don't tell me Shrek Academy's teachings are better than ours! I'm going to bring Rongrong back. I refuse to leave her out there."
Accompanying the voice was an elder with pure white hair and a beard, yet a face as smooth as a baby's. He emerged from behind the hall, sitting heavily in a chair beside the Clan Master.
Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly. "Uncle Jian, you and Uncle Bone spoil her too much. Let her stay outside for a while; perhaps it will temper her character."
"Who says we spoil her?" Uncle Jian grumbled indignantly. "I must go see her."
Ning Fengzhi spoke firmly, "Uncle Jian, no matter what you say, I will not let you go this time. You don't need to worry about Rongrong's safety. The Dean of Shrek Academy is one of the Golden Iron Triangle."
Uncle Jian snorted angrily. "If a single hair on Rongrong's head is harmed, I will hold you personally accountable."
As night fell, Dean Flender stood in the large courtyard, looking at the seven students lined up before him. Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, and Zhu Zhuqing were all prepared for the evening class.
However, Flender's piercing gaze bypassed them entirely, landing on the two support-system students.
"Oscar, Ning Rongrong. Did you finish your twenty laps?"
Flender's eyes felt like they could see through a person's soul. Tang San noted that not a single other teacher, including Zhao Wuji, was present. It seemed the entire Academy consisted solely of these eight students and the Dean.
Oscar coughed, nodding quickly. "Dean, I finished."
Flender snorted coldly. "I asked if you two finished. Not just you."
Oscar looked at Ning Rongrong. She stared back at him, her large, beautiful eyes filled with a pitiful, innocent expression. Oscar clenched his teeth and lied, "Yes. We both finished."
Flender smiled. "Very good. Oscar, step forward."
Oscar offered a bitter smile, walking up to Flender. Flender slowly raised his right hand and patted Oscar's shoulder as lightly as a feather.
"I deeply appreciate your spirit of camaraderie. Because of this, you will go run another twenty laps. I have sealed your spirit power."
Without a word of protest, Oscar nodded silently, turned, and began jogging out of the village.
Flender's chilling smile remained. "That is the consequence of lying. No matter the reason."
His gaze shifted from the remaining five to the innocent, pitiful-looking Ning Rongrong. "Tell me, did you complete the course I assigned this morning?"
Ning Rongrong shook her head honestly. "I haven't. The distance was too far. I was hungry, and I was tired."
"So," Flender said softly, "you ran by yourself to Suotuo City, enjoyed a lavish meal, went shopping in the commercial district, and just recently returned to find Oscar. True or false?"
Ning Rongrong glared at him. "You spied on me?"
Flender's expression froze over, his eyes turning as cold as dead winter. "As Dean, I bear the responsibility for every life in this Academy. Oscar lied because he feared you would suffer; his actions were born of a foolish but genuine loyalty, and for that, he can be forgiven."
He took a slow step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous, uncompromising hush. "Your actions, however, are an unforgivable offense. Abandoning your post without permission, blatantly defying direct orders, and allowing a comrade to take the fall for your deceit... If this were a true battlefield, martial law would dictate only one outcome: execution."
Ning Rongrong frowned. The gentle, delicate expression on her face vanished, replaced by an incredibly haughty, disdainful sneer. "This is not a battlefield. It's just an academy."
"Correct. It is just an academy. But it is Shrek Academy," Flender said. "Right now, I am giving you two paths. First: pack your bags and leave immediately. Second: prove you have the qualifications to stay here."
Ning Rongrong laughed. Despite being only twelve, her smile was undeniably breathtaking but the venom behind it made the blood of everyone present run cold.
"Flender, who do you think you are? You're just a measly Spirit Sage."
Hearing this, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the others turned pale. They never imagined that this seemingly gentle girl could utter such profoundly arrogant words. Ning Rongrong's face was completely devoid of its former sweetness; it was now a mask of pure, condescending disgust.
Flender didn't get angry. He smiled faintly. "That's right. I am merely a Spirit Sage. Since this place is beneath you, please leave."
"You want to expel me?" Ning Rongrong sneered. "It's not that easy. Flender, I suggest you stop trying to manage me. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."
Flender smiled wider. "Mubai."
"Dean." Dai Mubai stepped forward, staring at Ning Rongrong in disbelief. He finally understood that this was her true nature. She had simply hidden it perfectly yesterday.
"Help Miss Ning pack her belongings," Flender ordered.
"Flender, you dare?!" Ning Rongrong shrieked, placing her hands on her hips. The twelve-year-old girl exuded an overwhelming, tyrannical presence. "In my entire life, you are the first person who has ever dared to treat me this way!"
Flender's smile grew colder. "Even though you are the jewel of your clan, in my eyes, every single student standing here is vastly superior to you."
"That is bullshit!" Ning Rongrong was heaving with rage.
She had always known she was the most exceptional child her generation had produced in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. She had many older brothers, but none had broken through Rank 20 before the age of twelve. Even her father, the Clan Master, hailed her as a genius the first in centuries who might elevate their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Now, this backwater Dean was telling her she was worthless.
Flender pointed at Dai Mubai. "When Mubai was thirteen, he had already reached Rank 29."
He pointed to the others. "Tang San, Kyle, and Xiao Wu are only twelve, yet they have all reached Rank 29 as Grand Spirit Masters. In terms of talent, they are all leagues above you."
Ning Rongrong couldn't refute this. Flender spoke the truth. Dai Mubai, Tang San, Kyle, and Xiao Wu all surpassed her in spirit power.
Flender turned to Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing. "Ma Hongjun's spirit may have a flaw, but his variant spirit is a top-tier Beast Spirit. Zhu Zhuqing's spirit power is comparable to yours, but unlike you, she possesses an iron will and relentless determination. Zhu Zhuqing, tell me, why did you come to Shrek Academy?"
"To become stronger," Zhu Zhuqing answered coldly, without hesitation.
"Compared to anyone here, how are you superior?" Flender mocked.
"I am a Support-System Spirit Master!" Ning Rongrong yelled. "Of course I can't be compared to Battle Spirit Masters in direct power. But my effectiveness on the battlefield is greater than any of theirs!"
Flender wagged a finger at her. "With your insufferable arrogance, you would be the first to die on the battlefield. Do you truly believe you could find comrades willing to protect you, willing to trust you with their backs?"
Ning Rongrong froze. Though spoiled and eccentric, she was highly intelligent. She understood exactly what Flender meant, and for a moment, she didn't know how to argue back.
Flender walked slowly past Dai Mubai, ignoring the packing order as he continued to dismantle her pride. But Ning Rongrong refused to surrender.
"There is still Oscar!" she cried out. "Am I not stronger than him?!"
Flender shook his head pityingly. "Have you ever heard of a Food-System Spirit Master possessing Innate Full Spirit Power?"
The color vanished entirely from Ning Rongrong's beautiful face. "No... that's impossible. How could a food-type spirit possess Innate Full Spirit Power?"
She never expected that the slightly handsome but utterly vulgar "Big Sausage Uncle" was a generational anomaly.
Flender spoke with absolute finality: "Oscar is an unprecedented existence in the history of the Continent. His future achievements are limitless. One day, he might even replace the absolute standing of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan."
Ning Rongrong stood utterly paralyzed. From childhood to this very moment, she had been surrounded by endless praise. She truly believed she was the most exceptional, the most talented.
But Flender's words were like cruel, precise blades, systematically butchering her vanity. The foundations of her pride shattered completely. Her face turned deathly pale. Suddenly letting out a desperate sob, she turned and fled toward the dormitories, crying uncontrollably.
Flender watched her go, a profoundly smug smile gracing his lips. If I couldn't handle a spoiled twelve-year-old girl, I wouldn't be worthy of the title Golden Iron Triangle.
Dai Mubai watched Flender's smiling face and asked hesitantly, "Dean... do I still need to go help her pack?"
Flender glared at him. "Do you really think that girl is going to leave now? Go call Oscar back. Tell him his laps are cancelled and order him to go comfort her."
"Oh. Understood." Dai Mubai turned to find Oscar, his admiration for Flender reaching an entirely new level.
Flender clasped his hands behind his back, turning to face Tang San, Kyle, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ma Hongjun.
"My word here is law. Now, we begin your first real class at Shrek."