Chapter 275
Where is the evidence?
These words struck Flander's heart like a series of heavy hammer blows, and also reached Dai Mubai's ears in the shadows.
Dai Mubai gasped. He had never imagined that Ning Rongrong would dare to so bluntly contradict the dean, let alone so blatantly use the sect's background to exert pressure!
This confidence is simply...astounding!
Flander's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and his body trembled slightly with anger.
Being questioned and humiliated in public by a student, especially a female student, completely trampled his pitiful dignity as dean!
He felt that the carefully maintained image of authority was crumbling bit by bit.
"You...you're being insolent!"
Flander almost roared out of control, but he immediately realized Lin Xia's cold gaze beside him. He forcibly suppressed his surging anger, his voice carrying a sense of exasperation and a final struggle after being exposed.
“Ning Rongrong! You…you must stop spreading rumors! I…I taught you, naturally…naturally with your father’s permission! If it weren’t for your father’s tacit approval, do you think I would go to such lengths? How dare…how dare I make such demands on the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?!”
"You got my father's permission?!"
It was like a thunderclap exploding in Ning Rongrong's mind!
Her sharp aura suddenly froze, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly, filled with unbelievable shock and bewilderment.
Father?
license?
Was Flander's harsh, even humiliating, teaching style approved by his father?
This thought was like a bucket of ice water poured over the fire that had just ignited in her heart, chilling her to the bone and momentarily freezing her thoughts. She had never imagined it would be explained this way!
If the father agreed... then... then what is the point of all this?
Why did the father tacitly allow outsiders to "toughen" him up in this way?
Did her father also think she was too spoiled and needed to be punished like this?
A wave of confusion and a sense of panic at being betrayed by her closest relatives instantly gripped her.
Lin Xia, who had been observing Flander's subtle expressions, keenly caught a fleeting look of panic and relief deep in his eyes—an instinctive reaction when a lie is about to go undetected.
"Oh?"
Just as Ning Rongrong was shaken and in a state of confusion, Lin Xia's signature voice, with a hint of lazy mockery, rang out again, like a morning bell, instantly shattering the illusion created by Flanders.
The silver coin between his fingers stopped spinning and he gently pinched it, his gaze like the most precise probe, piercing directly into Flander's evasive eyes.
"license?"
Lin Xia tilted her head slightly, a sarcastic smile curving her lips, her tone calm yet carrying immense power.
"Dean Flander, words alone are not enough. Since it's Sect Master Ning's permission... where's the proof?"
"Where's the evidence?"
These three words, like three poisoned daggers, pierced the heart of Flander's lie with unparalleled precision!
Flander's expression froze instantly; the slight relaxation that had just surfaced, the feeling that he had gotten away with it, completely solidified and turned deathly pale.
He opened his mouth, making dry "hoarse...hoarse..." sounds in his throat, his eyes darting around frantically, as if trying to find a lifeline in the air.
"Evidence..."
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his temples, and his crystal glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, making him look utterly disheveled.
"This...this is naturally...naturally it was Sect Master Ning's verbal...verbal instruction! How could such a thing...how could there be any written evidence? The Sect Master is busy with countless affairs, so for a nobody like me, it is naturally...verbal instruction is enough..." Flander's explanation was incoherent and full of loopholes. His voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into a mumbled murmur.
Looking at his expression, Lin Xia finally couldn't help but chuckle.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it was particularly jarring in the quiet night, filled with undisguised mockery and disdain.
"Hmm... verbal instructions?"
Lin Xia shook her head, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, and looked at Flander as if she were looking at a ridiculous clown.
This soft laugh, like a thunderclap, jolted Ning Rongrong out of her confusion!
How could Father possibly entrust his only daughter, the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to such a little-known and remote academy dean for "training" through mere "verbal instructions"?
And they even condoned the other party's use of methods bordering on humiliation and corporal punishment to "teach" them?!
This is completely out of character for my father!
It doesn't fit the image of a father showing love for his daughter at all!
She was taken aback by Flander's sudden "father's permission"! She almost fell for the cunning headmaster's trick again!
A surge of fury, feeling fooled and played, instantly replaced her previous shock and confusion, erupting violently in her chest like a volcano!
Ning Rongrong's face darkened completely. It wasn't a pale, aggrieved look, but a deathly livid color from extreme anger!
Those glassy eyes now burned with a cold flame, showing no more hesitation or wavering.
"Flander!"
She no longer addressed him as Dean; her voice was icy and chilling, as if it came from the deepest abyss.
"you wanna die!"
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly raised her hand and reached for the exquisite necklace around her neck that looked like a decoration—it was a high-grade storage soul tool!
She deftly pressed her fingers on a hidden rune on the necklace pendant.
"Om-!"
A subtle fluctuation of soul power flashed by, and a signal tube about half a foot long, crystal clear as if cast from glass, with complex and mysterious runes and a relief of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda engraved on its surface, instantly appeared in her fair palm.
At the end of the signal tube is a gem the size of a pigeon's egg, emitting a faint seven-colored halo.
Without any hesitation, Ning Rongrong's eyes were resolute as she swiftly pulled the delicate mechanism at the bottom of the signal tube!
"call out--!!!"
A sharp, ear-piercing shriek suddenly ripped through the silent night sky of Shrek Academy!
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling, highly refined seven-colored beam of light, like an angry dragon breaking free from its restraints, shot into the sky from the mouth of the signal tube!
The light was so dazzling that it instantly illuminated the entire playground as bright as day, even overshadowing the moonlight!
The seven-colored light flowed endlessly, vaguely forming the phantom of a tiny yet incomparably majestic seven-story glazed pagoda!
The signal flare, trailing a long, dazzling, seven-colored tail of flame, soared into the sky and exploded with a bang hundreds of meters in the air!
"Boom!!"
A muffled sound, not particularly loud, but with a strange penetrating power and a sense of majesty, reverberated in the sky!
What exploded was not an ordinary firework, but an enormous, crystal-clear pattern of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, entirely composed of condensed soul power!
This enormous seven-colored crystal tower of soul power slowly rotated in the night sky, its body shimmering with light and emitting a powerful and unique soul power fluctuation that shone brightly in all directions, its light enough to cover a radius of dozens of miles!
Even from the distant city of Soto, the magnificent Seven Treasures Pagoda, standing proudly in the night sky, can be clearly seen!
This is the highest-level warning and summons signal from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! (End of Chapter)