94: Chapter 94 Little Dede and Little Ganggang

The wind of Soto City had just blown past the dilapidated gate of Shrek Academy. Flender, clutching the newly printed recruitment flyers, strolled happily toward Soto City, occasionally shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Good news, good news! Shrek Academy is about to begin enrollment! The school doesn't care about your background; whether you are a commoner or a noble, the continent's number one Spirit theory Great Master will teach you personally, guaranteeing that you become the greatest Spirit Master on the continent!"

Wearing a gaudy tuxedo and sporting a pretentious expression, he looked just like a street peddler selling fake medicine. Passersby cast sideways glances, whispering that this was likely a scam academy. The Transmigrators mixed in the crowd were holding back laughter until their stomachs hurt, pulling out melon seeds to snack on while watching the show.

"Look, look! Flender has started his performance. This talent for bamboozling people is even better than the storytellers at the overpass!"

"Hilarious! A 'three-no' academy daring to boast about top-tier teaching? Does he really think Luoluoke is a fool who could be attracted by this crappy little stall?"

"Waiting for the Bu Le trio to make their move. I've already prepared gold coins as a reward; this guy must be made to taste some suffering!"

The Transmigrators whispered to each other, their laughter kept extremely low, eyes locked onto the Shrek Academy gate, hoping for the Bu Le trio to make their entrance soon.

Inside the academy, Yu Xiaogang held his newly transcribed Spirit theory manuscript, pacing back and forth restlessly. He occasionally peeked through the door crack, his mind filled with visions of Luoluoke seeing the flyer and coming to apprentice under him out of admiration, completely unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

After nightfall, Soto City fell completely silent. Only a few dim oil lamps remained in the Shrek courtyard. Flender and Yu Xiaogang had gone to bed early, while Zhao Wuji hugged a wine jar and snored loudly in the corner of the courtyard, his snores making the roof tiles tremble slightly.

At the third watch of the night, three black shadows vaulted over the wall like ghosts. It was none other than Bu Le, E Kao, and Tian Ya. The three were wrapped in black clothes with their faces masked, carrying prepared props in their hands. They crept to the door, moving as lightly as weasels stealing chickens, terrified of waking the thunderously snoring Zhao Wuji.

"Big Brother, it's this room. Yu Xiaogang and Flender sleep in separate rooms. Let's deal with Flender first; this guy is the most arrogant!" E Kao lowered his voice and pointed to the room on the left, his voice trembling with irrepressible, wicked laughter.

Bu Le nodded, pulled a small packet of itching powder from his chest, and fished out a few pink-dyed silk ribbons. He rubbed his hands together lecherously: "Today, we will follow the employer's instructions and properly 'entertain' these two Shrek teachers. Let them taste what it's like to be flirted with. Do it!"

The three quietly pushed open Flender's door. Snores were resounding in the room, and Flender lay spread-eagled on the bed, his sleeping posture extremely unrefined.

Bu Le rushed forward first, stuffing anesthetic into Flender's mouth and covering it with his hand. E Kao and Tian Ya held down his limbs tightly; their movements were as smooth as flowing water.

"Mmm! Mmm-mmm!"

Flender woke from his sleep instantly and struggled desperately. His originally formidable strength quickly dissipated under the effect of the potent drug used by Bu Le and the others. Unable to move his body, he could only let out muffled groans, his eyes wide open and filled with terror.

Bu Le pulled off his mask, revealing a lecherous grin. He leaned into Flender's ear and called out in a high-pitched, strange voice: "Little Dede, don't struggle. Big brothers are here to love you~"

Tian Ya reached out and grabbed the pink silk ribbons, gently tying Flender's hands and feet to the bedposts. He even made sure to tie them in butterfly knots, muttering as he worked: "Look at this tender skin; it's even more delicate than the young ladies in the city. You really are my precious treasure~"

E Kao quietly sprinkled the itching powder on Flender's neck and waist. He also took a feather and gently swept it across his face, his tone so cloying it made one's teeth ache: "Little cutie, tell big brother quickly, what were you bamboozling people about on the street today? Are you trying to find a little lover?"

Flender was both itchy and terrified. With his limbs bound and mouth covered, he couldn't move or even shout. The pink silk ribbons paired with his terrified expression were as comical as could be.

In his life, he had always been the one bamboozling others; when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Yet, the opponents were using hooligan tactics, leaving him no room to resist. He could only glare at the three with teary eyes, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

The Bu Le trio chuckled a few times, and before Flender's wide, staring eyes, they pulled out his precious treasure.

After messing with Flender, the three crept over to Yu Xiaogang's room.

Yu Xiaogang was a light sleeper. Just as he heard the movement and wanted to open his eyes, Bu Le covered his mouth. E Kao and Tian Ya followed suit, holding his limbs tightly, and the manuscript in his arms was snatched away once again.

"My dear Little Ganggang, we meet again. Did you miss your big brothers?"

Bu Le looked at Yu Xiaogang's pale face and laughed even more lecherously, reaching out to pinch his cheek: "Working hard on writing your Spirit theory during the day, huh? How exhausting. Now, let big brothers reward you~"

Tian Ya snatched Yu Xiaogang's theory manuscript, tore out a few pages, folded them into little paper flowers, and stuck them in Yu Xiaogang's hair. He even winked at him: "My little rose, you look so good with the flowers. Don't be some theory Great Master anymore; follow us three brothers, and you'll live the high life~"

E Kao leaned into Yu Xiaogang's ear, mimicking the tone he used earlier to flirt with young girls, and said cloyingly: "You said before that you were not only the Supreme Pontiff's ex-boyfriend, but also the Young Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. That's truly wonderful. We three brothers just love someone with a story like yours. Be a good boy and listen, otherwise, big brothers will have to be even more 'gentle' with you~"

Yu Xiaogang was trembling with rage. With paper flowers stuck in his hair, his limbs bound by soft silk ribbons, and a cloth ball stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't even roar.

He had valued his dignity as his life, and now, to be humiliated again by three hooligans in the same way they would flirt with a woman was worse than death. Tears mixed with humiliation streamed down his face, his eyes filled with despair, yet he lacked the strength to even resist.

The three messed around in the rooms for two and a half hours. Before leaving, they didn't forget to stick a note on Flender's door that read, "Little Dede has been captured by us; come fight if you're not convinced," and another on Yu Xiaogang's door, "Little Rose, be good; we will come again." Finally, they mixed half a jar of vinegar into Zhao Wuji's wine jar before contentedly vaulting over the wall and slipping away, laughing until they were out of breath.

The night wind of Soto City, carrying moisture, blew over the dilapidated courtyard wall of Shrek Academy. The Bu Le trio, who had caused trouble for half the night, had long since slipped away without a trace, leaving only a courtyard in disarray and Flender and Yu Xiaogang, who had been bound to their beds and had only fallen into a fitful sleep in the second half of the night out of humiliation.

Just as the sky was beginning to brighten, Zhao Wuji, who was curled up on a stone bench in the corner of the courtyard, woke up first.

His hangover hadn't yet faded, and his head felt heavy. He reached out, grabbed the wine jar by his feet, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into his mouth.

"Pfft—"

As soon as the wine entered his mouth, Zhao Wuji spat it out violently. It was so sour his whole face crinkled up like a bun, his features squeezed together. He spat and spat for a long time, his tongue going numb.

"Damn it! What the hell is this stuff!"

Zhao Wuji glared at the wine jar in his hand, so angry he was blowing his beard and staring. He threw it away directly: "This wine is as sour as if it had been soaking in old aged vinegar for three years! You son of a bitch Flender! Get your ass out here!"

This wine was what Flender had patted his chest and promised a few days ago was a vintage brew bought from the best distillery in Soto City, specifically brought for his brother who loved wine.

Now that it tasted no different from vinegar, Zhao Wuji's first reaction was that Flender had been greedy for a bargain and bought fake wine to fool him!

PS: Still not very good at this kind of thing.