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Chapter 51: Brother and Sister Meet for the First Time.
"Oscar, just how far is this lap?" Ning Rongrong's voice held a hint of helplessness. At first, she had been full of confidence. Even though she was only a Support Soul Master, her physical fitness far surpassed that of an ordinary person. She thought a mere 20 laps would be nothing.
However, since leaving the Academy and starting to run, Ning Rongrong, under Oscar's lead, still hadn't completed even one lap, and quite some time had already passed. If they continued at this pace, let alone lunch, it would be questionable if they could even eat dinner. Moreover, her stamina was constantly declining, making it impossible to maintain this pace.
Oscar smiled wryly, "I told you when we came out, this is an impossible task. But don't worry, do we two Support Soul Masters need to fear going hungry when we're together? Want to eat some..."
"An impossible task..." Hearing this, Ning Rongrong suddenly stopped, ignoring what he said next. Instead, she began to ponder Flander's intentions. As a Support Soul Master, it was undoubtedly impossible for her to run 20 laps, which meant she would definitely go hungry by noon.
But why would Flander assign her an impossible task? Wasn't this clearly designed to make things difficult for her? Ning Rongrong wasn't stupid.
With a little thought, she understood that Flander wanted to give her an initial show of authority and blunt her sharp edge. Such methods were not uncommon; Ning Rongrong had seen them often in her sect. She also knew this was to better manage his subordinates.
But the problem was, if it were a major Academy or a great sect, that would be one thing. But for a mere Dean of a dilapidated Academy like you, are you really qualified to pull such stunts? How could Young Miss Ning be willing to suffer such injustice? She had been pampered and doted on since childhood.
Thus, Ning Rongrong resolutely turned around and walked towards the village exit.
"Hey, Rongrong, where are you going?" Seeing Ning Rongrong suddenly walk away without a word, Oscar quickly called out, "We haven't finished running yet!"
"I'm not running anymore." Ning Rongrong said without looking back, "You can run here by yourself."
She hadn't eaten much for breakfast, and now her stomach was a bit hungry. Ning Rongrong decided to go to the city and fill her stomach first.
As for Flander, who cares about him? Young Miss Ning wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. Nor did she believe he would dare to do anything to her.
If things had followed their normal course, Ning Rongrong's thoughts would indeed not have been wrong. Flander truly wouldn't dare to do anything to her; after all, her identity was that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Princess, and he, the Dean of a dilapidated Academy, wouldn't dare provoke such a colossus.
But the crucial point was that Ning Rongrong's biological father, Ning Fengzhi, had sent a letter. It clearly stated that the child had been spoiled and pampered since childhood, and the Dean could appropriately let her taste some hardship. This would allow her to recognize the cruelty of society.
With this letter, Flander instantly felt as if he had obtained an Imperial Authority Sword, and decided to give her a show of authority first. He predicted that with Young Miss Ning's temperament, she would absolutely not be able to run 20 laps and would certainly try to slack off midway. When that time came, he would expose her, then appropriately chastise her in public. After that, she would be almost ready for important use.
And in the original trajectory of destiny, Flander's scheme had indeed succeeded. After some chastisement, Ning Rongrong shed her Young Miss's temper and successfully integrated into the atmosphere of Shrek Academy...
But now, due to someone's arrival, his calculations were destined to fail.
Oscar stood rooted to the spot, watching Ning Rongrong's receding figure, and couldn't help but scratch his head. He had a headache thinking about how to explain it to the Dean later.
"Never mind. If the Dean asks me later, I'll just say she finished running." He turned around and continued running forward.
Some time later. Ning Rongrong arrived in Soto City with light steps.
Although it wasn't a top-tier large city like Heaven Dou Imperial City, Soto City was already considered top-tier among mid-sized cities.
Soon, she arrived at the most bustling area of Soto City, where a multitude of shops were lined up: restaurants, hotels, clothing stores, jewelry stores, antique shops...
As noon approached, Ning Rongrong instinctively touched her lower abdomen, deciding to find a restaurant to eat first.
Her gaze swept around, and she finally chose a place that looked like the most upscale establishment.
"Miss, please come in!" As soon as Ning Rongrong arrived at the restaurant entrance, a sharp-eyed waitress quickly came over to greet her.
Ning Rongrong's expression was calm as she followed the waitress into the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant, the overall decor featured warm, slightly pale yellow tones. Tables were neatly arranged, and each table held a vase overflowing with fresh flowers. A refreshing fragrance filled the air, invigorating the senses.
From the ceiling, a luxurious crystal lamp emitted light. The Douluo Continent once possessed a flourishing Soul Tool civilization, but it later collapsed due to unknown reasons. This is why, despite the setting being somewhat ancient, many advanced gadgets that shouldn't appear are present in people's daily lives.
For example, lamps, as well as microphones and display screens.
Undoubtedly, these items were relics of the ancient Soul Tool civilization. They weren't powered by electricity, but by Soul Power. Although people didn't know the specific manufacturing principle of these ancient Soul Tools, they knew how to use them. Moreover, some simpler Soul Tools could even be replaced and repaired. This is why the overall aesthetic of the Douluo Continent is actually quite strange.
The decor of this restaurant was tasteful, and the environment was also very good, and Ning Rongrong was very satisfied. She had, in fact, been to better places, but the key was that comparison truly highlighted the difference. Compared to Shrek, that dirty, messy slum, this place was simply a paradise on Earth.
Her gaze swept around as Ning Rongrong prepared to find a suitable seat. However, she suddenly froze, spotting a solitary back in the corner.
In that instant, it was like a bolt of lightning struck!
Looking at that back, Ning Rongrong involuntarily slowly approached him. As she drew nearer, a sense of inexplicable closeness, as if originating from the depths of her bloodline, surged into her heart.
This feeling... "Excuse me... may I sit here?"
Walking up behind him, Ning Rongrong asked somewhat timidly.
For some reason, facing this person who only showed his back, she felt the same way as when facing her father or Grandfather Sword. She didn't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest, subconsciously revealing her docile and adorable side.
"...Sit." A clear voice sounded.
"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded obediently, then slowly walked to the opposite side and sat down. She finally saw the true appearance of the person whose back she had been staring at.
(end of chapter)
"Oscar, just how far is this lap?" Ning Rongrong's voice held a hint of helplessness. At first, she had been full of confidence. Even though she was only a Support Soul Master, her physical fitness far surpassed that of an ordinary person. She thought a mere 20 laps would be nothing.
However, since leaving the Academy and starting to run, Ning Rongrong, under Oscar's lead, still hadn't completed even one lap, and quite some time had already passed. If they continued at this pace, let alone lunch, it would be questionable if they could even eat dinner. Moreover, her stamina was constantly declining, making it impossible to maintain this pace.
Oscar smiled wryly, "I told you when we came out, this is an impossible task. But don't worry, do we two Support Soul Masters need to fear going hungry when we're together? Want to eat some..."
"An impossible task..." Hearing this, Ning Rongrong suddenly stopped, ignoring what he said next. Instead, she began to ponder Flander's intentions. As a Support Soul Master, it was undoubtedly impossible for her to run 20 laps, which meant she would definitely go hungry by noon.
But why would Flander assign her an impossible task? Wasn't this clearly designed to make things difficult for her? Ning Rongrong wasn't stupid.
With a little thought, she understood that Flander wanted to give her an initial show of authority and blunt her sharp edge. Such methods were not uncommon; Ning Rongrong had seen them often in her sect. She also knew this was to better manage his subordinates.
But the problem was, if it were a major Academy or a great sect, that would be one thing. But for a mere Dean of a dilapidated Academy like you, are you really qualified to pull such stunts? How could Young Miss Ning be willing to suffer such injustice? She had been pampered and doted on since childhood.
Thus, Ning Rongrong resolutely turned around and walked towards the village exit.
"Hey, Rongrong, where are you going?" Seeing Ning Rongrong suddenly walk away without a word, Oscar quickly called out, "We haven't finished running yet!"
"I'm not running anymore." Ning Rongrong said without looking back, "You can run here by yourself."
She hadn't eaten much for breakfast, and now her stomach was a bit hungry. Ning Rongrong decided to go to the city and fill her stomach first.
As for Flander, who cares about him? Young Miss Ning wasn't afraid of him in the slightest. Nor did she believe he would dare to do anything to her.
If things had followed their normal course, Ning Rongrong's thoughts would indeed not have been wrong. Flander truly wouldn't dare to do anything to her; after all, her identity was that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Princess, and he, the Dean of a dilapidated Academy, wouldn't dare provoke such a colossus.
But the crucial point was that Ning Rongrong's biological father, Ning Fengzhi, had sent a letter. It clearly stated that the child had been spoiled and pampered since childhood, and the Dean could appropriately let her taste some hardship. This would allow her to recognize the cruelty of society.
With this letter, Flander instantly felt as if he had obtained an Imperial Authority Sword, and decided to give her a show of authority first. He predicted that with Young Miss Ning's temperament, she would absolutely not be able to run 20 laps and would certainly try to slack off midway. When that time came, he would expose her, then appropriately chastise her in public. After that, she would be almost ready for important use.
And in the original trajectory of destiny, Flander's scheme had indeed succeeded. After some chastisement, Ning Rongrong shed her Young Miss's temper and successfully integrated into the atmosphere of Shrek Academy...
But now, due to someone's arrival, his calculations were destined to fail.
Oscar stood rooted to the spot, watching Ning Rongrong's receding figure, and couldn't help but scratch his head. He had a headache thinking about how to explain it to the Dean later.
"Never mind. If the Dean asks me later, I'll just say she finished running." He turned around and continued running forward.
Some time later. Ning Rongrong arrived in Soto City with light steps.
Although it wasn't a top-tier large city like Heaven Dou Imperial City, Soto City was already considered top-tier among mid-sized cities.
Soon, she arrived at the most bustling area of Soto City, where a multitude of shops were lined up: restaurants, hotels, clothing stores, jewelry stores, antique shops...
As noon approached, Ning Rongrong instinctively touched her lower abdomen, deciding to find a restaurant to eat first.
Her gaze swept around, and she finally chose a place that looked like the most upscale establishment.
"Miss, please come in!" As soon as Ning Rongrong arrived at the restaurant entrance, a sharp-eyed waitress quickly came over to greet her.
Ning Rongrong's expression was calm as she followed the waitress into the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant, the overall decor featured warm, slightly pale yellow tones. Tables were neatly arranged, and each table held a vase overflowing with fresh flowers. A refreshing fragrance filled the air, invigorating the senses.
From the ceiling, a luxurious crystal lamp emitted light. The Douluo Continent once possessed a flourishing Soul Tool civilization, but it later collapsed due to unknown reasons. This is why, despite the setting being somewhat ancient, many advanced gadgets that shouldn't appear are present in people's daily lives.
For example, lamps, as well as microphones and display screens.
Undoubtedly, these items were relics of the ancient Soul Tool civilization. They weren't powered by electricity, but by Soul Power. Although people didn't know the specific manufacturing principle of these ancient Soul Tools, they knew how to use them. Moreover, some simpler Soul Tools could even be replaced and repaired. This is why the overall aesthetic of the Douluo Continent is actually quite strange.
The decor of this restaurant was tasteful, and the environment was also very good, and Ning Rongrong was very satisfied. She had, in fact, been to better places, but the key was that comparison truly highlighted the difference. Compared to Shrek, that dirty, messy slum, this place was simply a paradise on Earth.
Her gaze swept around as Ning Rongrong prepared to find a suitable seat. However, she suddenly froze, spotting a solitary back in the corner.
In that instant, it was like a bolt of lightning struck!
Looking at that back, Ning Rongrong involuntarily slowly approached him. As she drew nearer, a sense of inexplicable closeness, as if originating from the depths of her bloodline, surged into her heart.
This feeling... "Excuse me... may I sit here?"
Walking up behind him, Ning Rongrong asked somewhat timidly.
For some reason, facing this person who only showed his back, she felt the same way as when facing her father or Grandfather Sword. She didn't dare to be presumptuous in the slightest, subconsciously revealing her docile and adorable side.
"...Sit." A clear voice sounded.
"Mm." Ning Rongrong nodded obediently, then slowly walked to the opposite side and sat down. She finally saw the true appearance of the person whose back she had been staring at.
(end of chapter)
