Shrek Academy, in the training ground.
Dai Mubai and Oscar kept looking at the portrait, circling around the red-haired boy, studying him again and again, muttering to themselves, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"
"No way, buddy, this is you, you—hiss—"
"If this is fat, I'll eat dirt!"
As the two of them spoke more and more ridiculously and even began touching him too much, the red-haired boy surrounded by them had veins bulging on his forehead and finally couldn't help but yell angrily,
"Hey! That's enough, you two!"
Seeing that he seemed genuinely angry, Oscar and Dai Mubai awkwardly took two steps back.
"No, I still can't accept it!"
Dai Mubai slapped his forehead, took a deep breath, grabbed the red-haired boy by the shoulders, and stared at the face he couldn't help but envy.
"I just can't accept that such a handsome face appeared on you, Fatty. Unless you tell us a secret only the three of us know, you're not the real Fatty!"
Oscar nodded frantically like a chicken.
"Why should I prove I'm real?"
"Don't make me beg you!"
Seeing the two of them looking at him with puppy-dog eyes, Ma Hongjun felt goosebumps rising all over.
"Alright, alright, this is the last time."
He shook his head helplessly, thinking for a moment.
"Do you remember when we went to Soto City? You guys tricked me into thinking we were going shopping, but we actually went to red light district. Oscar, you and Boss Dai came out in less than three minutes, and then I found you two—wu wu wu!"
Two big hands immediately covered the boy's mouth with lightning speed.
"Alright, alright! We know you're Hongjun."
Dai Mubai and Oscar kept nodding while secretly glancing to the side.
Only then did Ma Hongjun notice that two girls had appeared on the training ground at some point.
One was wearing a simple blue dress that gave a clean impression. She was about half a head shorter than Xiao Wu, and her sweet smile made her look like an innocent, harmless little white flower.
Seeing the three of them, she blinked and raised her hand in greeting.
The other girl looked even younger. She had long black hair flowing over her shoulders, and her head was slightly lowered. She was about the same height as the girl in blue and her skin was fair, but her voluptuous figure was wildly out of sync with her apparent age.
However, in sharp contrast to her fiery figure, her expression was icy cold. It was a chill that came from deep within—pure, bone-deep cold. Her pair of pitch-black eyes were devoid of any trace of life, which clashed slightly with her incredibly beautiful face.
She gave them a glance, then ignored them, standing aside as if no one else was present.
Like an immovable statue.
Ma Hongjun could feel that the two people beside him began breathing heavily the moment the two girls appeared. Oscar quickly cleared his throat and greeted the innocent-looking girl in a greasy, flirtatious tone.
Dai Mubai was better; he appeared calm and collected, but in truth, all his attention was focused on the cold, stunning girl.
Given such strong reactions from both, the identities of the two girls were obvious.
The eldest daughter of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, the future Nine-Colored Goddess—Ning Rongrong.
And the noble heiress from the Star Luo Empire, the future Goddess of Speed—Zhu Zhuqing.
Although he had seen them countless times in anime, Ma Hongjun was still surprised to see them in real life for the first time.
Like Xiao Wu, though young, their beauty was already top-tier.
His martial soul's animal instinct surged in admiration.
After a while, Xiao Wu and a limping Tang San also entered. Xiao Wu smiled at the red-haired boy, while Tang San didn't even glance at him and kept his head down.
"Damn, Xiaosan, what happened to you? You look like you got roasted in someone's kitchen, hahahaha!"
Dai Mubai looked at Tang San's awkward appearance in disbelief, then laughed out loud.
"Looks to me like someone jabbed him with a burning stick!"
Oscar stroked his chin and burst into laughter.
"Oh? Are you sure it wasn't something else shoved in there?"
The blond boy raised an eyebrow and gave Oscar a lewd smile.
Tang San tried to force a smile, but a dark expression flashed in his eyes.
"Why do I feel like he got beaten up?"
Ning Rongrong blinked curiously.
"But Tang San is so strong. Who could have beaten him up ? Should we ask Xiao Wu?"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly.
A flicker of emotion appeared on the usually frosty girl's face. She was also quite curious.
After all, everyone saw how powerful Tang San was in the entrance exam—he didn't look like a mere Great Spirit Master at all.
So how did he end up so quickly?
As they passed Dai Mubai and Oscar—who were still laughing—a trace of disgust flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes. She said coldly:
But when she looked at Ma Hongjun, her expression softened slightly.
After all, the boy's noble and mysterious aura was indeed eye-catching. More importantly, he had been standing quietly the whole time and had only nodded politely when he saw her and Ning Rongrong.
There wasn't even a trace of lewdness in his gaze.
No matter how cold Zhu Zhuqing was, she couldn't bring herself to dislike someone like that.
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The two men suddenly froze like ducks with their throats squeezed, unable to make a sound.
What upset them wasn't Zhu Zhuqing's insult—
It was the difference in how she treated Fatty!
How did this sleazy fat guy mutate his martial soul and even change his entire personality?!
We agreed to be perverts together—why did you suddenly decide to play the gentleman card?
Can we still be bros after this?
And with that extremely handsome face, won't all the beautiful girls fall for him from now on?
Dai Mubai and Oscar exchanged a glance, feeling bitter and hopeless.
"Fatty, we're not friends anymore!!"
The two men glared at Ma Hongjun in grief and fury and immediately shifted their focus to Tang San.
They were curious about who had beaten Tang San so badly. But most importantly, there were three top beauties gathered over there.
This feels… seriously off.
The young man shook his head.
It's not that he was pretending to be all serious or anything. As a normal man, he had desires too. In fact, because of his original animalistic martial soul, his needs were even greater than others'.
But the question is—how old are they?
Besides, throwing yourself at every girl you see makes you look like an idiot. No wonder they don't like you.
What's more, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing are not ordinary girls.
"What? You said it was him?!"
The simultaneous exclamations from several people jolted Ma Hongjun out of his thoughts. He instinctively looked up—
And was met with several pairs of eyes full of disbelief.