Chapter 273
Using such despicable methods to torture students for amusement!
Flander glanced meaningfully at Ning Rongrong.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Oscar's body visibly stiffened, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.
He subconsciously glanced quickly in Ning Rongrong's direction.
Ning Rongrong was also looking at him, her beautiful eyes flashing with a complex light, a mixture of urging and warning.
She barely ran in the afternoon before heading to Soto, so there's no way she could possibly complete twenty laps now!
Flanders is asking a question he already knows the answer to!
Oscar's heart was pounding in his chest.
On one side was the dean's cold scrutiny and terrible punishment, and on the other side were Ning Rongrong's eyes that he could not resist.
Thinking about his current situation, a surge of inexplicable passion and loyalty rushed to his head.
Oslo coughed sharply, seemingly trying to hide his inner turmoil, then nodded vigorously, his voice not loud but unusually clear.
"Dean, we're done running!"
A cold glint, as expected, flashed deep in Flander's eyes, and a very subtle, ironic smile curved his lips.
"I asked if you guys had finished running, not you."
These words were like a cold needle piercing Oscar.
The pressure increased instantly.
Oscar felt his throat go dry, and he turned to look at Ning Rongrong again.
Under the moonlight, Ning Rongrong's expression appeared somewhat pale, and her large eyes were now filled with innocence and confusion, like a frightened fawn, completely unlike the willful young lady she had been in Soto City that afternoon.
Oscar felt as if something had suddenly clenched his heart.
He gritted his teeth, as if using all his strength, and nodded heavily again, his voice louder than before, carrying a tragic sense of recklessness.
"Yes, Dean! We...we've all finished!"
silence.
A deathly silence.
Only the rustling of the night wind through the grass could be heard.
Zhu Zhuqing's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Dai Mubai stood in the shadows on the other side, looking at Oscar with disbelief and a sense of pity that seemed to say, "You idiot, you're asking for it."
Lin Xia's smile widened instantly, blooming silently in the night.
His eyes were sharp as a hawk's, clearly catching the sinister smile that suddenly appeared on Flander's face, a smile that mixed with "I knew it" and "the plan worked."
Flanders laughed, a laugh that sounded particularly abrupt and eerie in the quiet night.
In Lin Xia's eyes, his smile was the epitome of "insidious".
“Very good, Oscar.”
Flander's voice suddenly became "gentle," but this gentleness was even more chilling than the previous coldness.
"I didn't expect you to have such a 'friendly' spirit."
He deliberately emphasized the word "friendship," which was full of irony.
"You... come here."
Flander beckoned to him and pointed to the spot in front of him.
Oscar's heart sank to the bottom, and his back was instantly covered in cold sweat.
He knew he was finished.
But he didn't look at Ning Rongrong again, nor did he dare to. He simply straightened his swaying body, with a numbness bordering on martyrdom, and walked heavily, step by step, to stand before Flander.
Each step on the sand produced a slight crunching sound, like a drumbeat beating in everyone's hearts.
Flander slowly raised his right hand, the movement as gentle as brushing away a feather.
However, when that hand seemingly landed lightly on Oscar's shoulder— "Bang!"
A muffled thud!
Oscar's body suddenly slumped, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt down!
It felt as if an invisible mountain had suddenly pressed down on his shoulders!
A strong sense of suppression from soul power instantly struck, causing the soul power within his body to freeze like a river, instantly becoming stagnant and unable to circulate properly!
I admire your spirit of friendship.
Flander's voice remained "gentle," and his face even carried a hint of "approval" in a smile.
"In that case, go run another twenty laps and let me see just how deep your 'friendship' really is."
He paused, his eyes behind his glasses flashing with a cold light, and then pronounced his verdict, word by word.
"No food until you finish the run."
"As for the person you want to cover up..."
His gaze swept meaningfully over Ning Rongrong, causing her to unconsciously take a half step back, her face instantly turning pale.
"I will handle it myself."
Flander's voice was low, yet it carried a chilling coldness that clearly reached Oscar's ears.
"Moreover, I have already sealed your soul power. Don't even try to break it; my soul power seal is not something you can break through."
"Go."
Flander withdrew his hand as if he had done something insignificant.
Oscar felt the weight on his shoulders suddenly disappear, but the feeling of his soul power being completely imprisoned was incredibly clear.
Without the support of his soul power, the accumulated fatigue and soreness in his body surged like a tide, making his legs feel like they were filled with lead.
His face instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale, and sweat poured down his face.
Oscar didn't speak, not even a protest or a groan.
He simply took a deep, silent breath and then abruptly turned around.
Because of the violent movement, which aggravated his sore muscles, he staggered. But he struggled to stand firm, dragging his heavy legs that felt like they didn't belong to him, and slowly but resolutely made his way towards the endless track outside the playground that seemed to lead to the end of hell.
Flander's icy gaze turned to Ning Rongrong like a sharp arrow.
"Ning Rongrong".
His voice was like it had been chilled to the bone.
"Oscar's kindness is touching. So, what about you? Tell me, how many laps did you run this afternoon?"
Ning Rongrong's body trembled violently, not because of fear of Flander, but because a strong sense of humiliation and anger had completely erupted!
"I didn't finish the race!"
She suddenly straightened her back, like a small animal whose tail had been stepped on, her sharp voice interrupting Flander, her beautiful face filled with stubbornness and anger.
"I left before I even finished one lap! This damn physical training is just torture! It's not an academy, it's Flander's ranch!"
"Assigning an impossible task and using such despicable methods to torture the trainees for amusement!"
She went all out, her pride as a young lady and her extreme dissatisfaction with the academy environment erupting completely, her words fierce and piercing.
Flander's face instantly darkened to the point of being dripping with gloom.
He never expected that Ning Rongrong would not only refuse to admit her mistake, but also dare to talk back and insult him like that!
His eyes flashed with a cold light, and a powerful soul pressure instantly enveloped Ning Rongrong!
Although it is far less powerful than the one used against Zhao Wuji or Ma Hongjun, it is still an overwhelming force for a support-type Soul Master at the level of a Great Soul Master!
Ning Rongrong felt her breath catch in her throat, as if all the air around her had been sucked out. The immense pressure made her legs go weak, and she almost collapsed. Her pretty face turned red, and the rest of her words were stuck in her throat.
She strained to lift her head, stubbornly glaring at Flander, her eyes filled with defiance and disdain.
Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously wanted to step forward, but he was wary of Flander's imposing presence.
Just as tensions were running high, and Flander's anger was about to erupt, preparing to teach Ning Rongrong a lesson she would never forget—
"Heh..." (End of Chapter)