Flandre stood there with a cold face, the very picture of impartiality. His expression told the students before him that no one would get away with anything.
Oscar was already laughing on the inside, a clearly lecherous gleam in his eyes as he especially made sure to pay attention to Ning Rongrong.
If he could have, he would have rushed over and planted a few kisses on Flandre right then and there, thinking to himself, Headmaster, I love you so much. Flandre's actions not only helped everyone develop a sense of trust toward him — for Oscar personally, it was also a tremendous psychological satisfaction.
Ning Rongrong, eating my sausage — just thinking about it made Oscar a little excited.
Oscar extended both hands simultaneously, grinned, and recited his Soul Incantation.
"Daddy's got a big sausage."
"Daddy's got a little jerky."
One thick, one thin — two sausages of vastly different flavors appeared in Oscar's palms. He grinned and said, "Who's going first?"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had taken similar classes before. Though they still harbored some lingering trauma, they could more or less endure it. Just as the two were about to step forward, deciding to rip the bandage off and get today's lesson over with, someone cut in ahead of them.
"I'll go." Accompanied by a crisp voice, Ning Rongrong strode up to Oscar, reaching out with both hands to pick up his big sausage and little jerky.
No one had expected Ning Rongrong to be the first to step forward. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun both froze mid-step. They all wanted to see whether Ning Rongrong would actually eat the sausage conjured by Oscar's Martial Soul.
Ning Rongrong's expression was perfectly calm, but her unwilling eyes betrayed her inner feelings. After all, she was still just a young girl — how could she completely conceal her emotions?
Yes, after a whole night of deliberation, she had decided to stay. Not because she had conceded, but because she wanted to prove herself to everyone at Shrek Academy. Prove herself how? By surpassing all the other students, by having stronger Soul Power than any of them.
Oscar's advancement to rank thirty had further prodded her pride, which was exactly why she had been the first to come forward.
Meeting Ning Rongrong's gaze head-on, Oscar suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
Ning Rongrong picked up the big sausage and bit into it with a fierce snap — the look on her face was genuinely a little savage.
In just a few bites, Ning Rongrong had devoured both Oscar's big sausage and little jerky.
At first, she had steeled herself with the mindset of someone walking to their death. But once the sausage and jerky actually entered her mouth, she discovered that the flavor of these food-type Martial Souls produced by Oscar was actually quite pleasant.
Especially the big sausage. The moment it hit her stomach, it transformed into a warm current that flowed through her entire body. Having not slept all night and already feeling exhausted, she distinctly felt her spirits lift and her body fill with what seemed like renewed strength.
Headmaster Flandre was right — this fellow's food-type Martial Soul really was outstanding.
Born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Rongrong had naturally seen — and tasted — food-type Souls before. But none of the food-type Soul Masters she had eaten from before could produce effects as quickly as Oscar's big sausage. Not even a food-type Soul Master of the fortieth rank could manage something like this. This was purely a matter of Martial Soul talent.
Oscar's big sausage carried the effect of his first Soul Ring — Recovery. This recovery was comprehensive, providing not only satiety but also healing and restoration of physical strength. The recovery effect was directly proportional to Oscar's Soul Power.
Oscar ventured hesitantly, "Are you hungry?"