31: Chapter 31 Qin Feng exposes Shrek Academy, Ning Rongrong breaks down!

"Who are you calling an A-cup?!"

"This young lady is still developing! Still developing, okay!"

Ning Rongrong was so angry she jumped straight off the bed and rushed to the full-length mirror, turning sideways to look at herself.

Although... she definitely wasn't as curvaceous as Zhu Zhuqing, she was certainly petite and delicate; how could she possibly be called an A-cup?

"Zhu Zhuqing's is a mutation! It's abnormal!"

"Comparing me to her? Qin Feng, you big dummy, you're too superficial! Just a low-tier man who only knows how to look at chests!"

Ning Rongrong made fierce gestures at the mirror, wishing she could rush over right now and gouge out Qin Feng's eyes.

The momentary pride she felt instantly vanished, leaving behind only a heart full of grievance and indignation.

She took several deep breaths, forcefully suppressing the urge to throw the book, and sat back down on the bed.

"Let's see what other nonsense you can spout!"

Her gaze returned to the diary.

[And right now, she still has the spoiled temperament of a young lady, needing some serious discipline!]

Ning Rongrong sneered.

"Discipline? Fine, Qin Feng, you actually want to discipline this young lady?"

"In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, even Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone wouldn't dare speak loudly to me. Who do you think you are?"

Although Ning Rongrong was a bit willful, that was due to being pampered. When had it ever been someone else's place to criticize her?

However, the following content made it impossible for her to stay angry any longer, replaced instead by an icy chill that pierced to the bone.

[Although Ning Rongrong has a bit of a young lady's temper, her nature isn't bad. It's a pity that she ended up mixing with the Shrek group and was completely led astray.]

[It's a pity for Ning Rongrong!]

[As the saying goes, 'Near vermilion, one is stained red; near ink, one is stained black.' In the end, Ning Rongrong became extremely cold and heartless, only knowing how to despise others, with no regard for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School or Sword Douluo Ning Fengzhi and the others. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was destroyed by Spirit Hall, and Sword Douluo even lost an arm protecting the school, yet when Ning Rongrong finally became a god, she only cared about her own pleasure!]

Ning Rongrong's hand trembled, and the diary almost fell to the floor.

"How is that possible..."

She muttered to herself, the color instantly draining from her face.

"Cold and heartless? Will I become like that?"

In her understanding, although she was sometimes willful and sometimes threw tantrums, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was her home. Her father and the two grandpas were the closest people to her in this world.

How could she stand by indifferently while her sect was annihilated?

"Spirit Hall... destroyed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Ning Rongrong felt a sense of suffocation.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was one of the Three Upper Sects, rich enough to rival a nation, and protected by two Titled Douluo. How could it be so easily destroyed?

And Grandpa Jian.

The Jian Dao Chen Xin who held her in the palm of his hand since childhood, letting her ride on his neck to play.

The Sword Douluo, renowned for having the strongest offense in the world.

He lost an arm protecting the sect?

The kind face of Sword Douluo flashed in Ning Rongrong's mind. Just thinking of him covered in blood, with a severed arm, felt like a giant hand was fiercely squeezing her heart, causing pain so intense she couldn't breathe.

"No... I don't believe it! This must be fake! Qin Feng is making it up to scare me!"

Ning Rongrong shook her head desperately, her eyes instantly turning red.

"How could I become a god and only care about my own pleasure? I am the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; I have a responsibility to protect everyone!"

She wanted to close the diary and stop reading those terrifying words, but those lines of text seemed to possess a magical power, gripping her gaze tightly.

At the very bottom of the diary, there was one last passage.

[In the end, she married Oscar, but in Oscar's eyes, Ning Rongrong's standing was nowhere near that of Tang San and the others!]

This sentence became the last straw that crushed Ning Rongrong's psychological defense.

"Married... Oscar?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

That bearded man who constantly chanted vulgar soul incantations while selling sausages?

That man who, despite having some talent, was considered a complete loser in her eyes, Oscar?

"Ugh..."

The thought of having to face that face every day and listen to those disgusting chants made Ning Rongrong feel nauseous.

The person Ning Rongrong was supposed to marry, even if not a gentle gentleman like her father, had to be a powerhouse as upright as Grandpa Jian.

At the very least, he had to be incredibly handsome, right?

What was that Oscar?

What she found even harder to accept was that after marrying her, that lecherous uncle didn't even put her first; instead, he considered Tang San, that hypocrite, more important?

"Is this my future?"

"My sect destroyed, my loved ones brutally killed, myself becoming cold and heartless, and in the end, marrying a lecherous uncle whose heart belongs to another man?"

Ning Rongrong violently threw the diary onto the quilt, curling up into a ball, trembling.

This was too absurd.

This was too tragic.

If anyone else had shown her this, she would have ripped that person's mouth apart on the spot.

But this diary appeared so bizarrely, and the prescient confidence Qin Feng displayed, along with his terrifyingly unreasonable strength...

All of it told her that this might not just be a joke.

"No! I absolutely will not accept this future!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I am Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School; my destiny is mine to decide!"

"I will not marry that sausage seller! I will not let Grandpa Jian lose an arm!"

...The night deepened, and the shadows of the trees at Lanba Academy swayed in the wind.

Qin Feng sat at his desk, the tip of his pen scratching softly against the paper.

After finishing Ning Rongrong's ending, he showed no intention of stopping.

He recalled all the complaints he had when reading the original work, especially the petty internal affairs of Shrek Academy; he felt compelled to vent.

[Speaking of which, Ning Rongrong is also a pitiful person.]

[When she first entered Shrek, because she couldn't stand the rotten environment and the so-called devil training, she complained a few times. And what was the result?]

[The entire Shrek, from teachers to students, not a single person stood on her side.]

[That Flender, after taking so much money from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, turned around and wanted to physically punish a delicate support-type Spirit Master by making her run laps? Is his brain damaged, seriously.]

Qin Feng's brushstrokes were sharp, each word aiming for the heart.

[That group of Shrek girls too, they stuck together for warmth and completely disregarded Ning Rongrong, engaging in outright isolation.]

[This so-called Shrek Academy, claiming to only accept monsters, is actually just a collection of thugs who bully the weak and fear the strong, causing trouble everywhere. It's fundamentally a garbage academy!]

[They constantly shout 'A mediocre person dares not cause trouble,' but when trouble is truly caused, don't they still rely on their backers to clean up the mess? It's utterly ridiculous. Where a monster goes, they are a monster! Do they have to be a monster in your broken village?]

[Pure clown behavior, just like that Yu Xiaogang, only knowing how to flatter themselves!]

[And that Tang San, he's also a famous hypocrite. If someone provokes him, it's a death wish, but if he provokes others, it's considered justified.]