nagpurpolice Chapter 11, Lesson 1: Eating Oscar's Giant Sausage!
Chapter 11, Lesson 1: Eating Oscar's Giant Sausage!
Flanders glanced at him, said nothing, but his gaze softened.
"Alright, stop standing there," Zhao Wuji interjected. "Xiao Ao, show your new classmate around, let him get acquainted with the dorms and cafeteria. He'll be training with you starting tomorrow."
Oscar grinned and grabbed Ma Hongjun's arm.
"Come on, brother, I'll show you our luxurious dorm room."
He emphasized the word "luxury" with particular emphasis, his tone carrying a clear self-deprecating tone.
Ma Hongjun followed him deeper into the courtyard, looking around at the surroundings as they went.
Shrek Academy is indeed dilapidated.
The courtyard wall was collapsed, the road was full of potholes, the desks and chairs in the classroom were missing parts, and even the blackboard was an old wooden board that had been used for who knows how many years.
Strangely, Ma Hongjun showed no sign of disgust.
Instead, I felt a strange sense of belonging.
This is where his true beginning in this world is.
"By the way, how old are you?" Oscar asked as they walked.
"Six years old."
"Six years old and already at full innate soul power, that's amazing." Oscar exclaimed sincerely, "When I awakened, I also had full innate soul power, but that was a food-type martial soul, which lacked combat ability. Your innate full soul power is much more valuable than mine as a battle soul master."
Ma Hongjun shook his head.
"Cultivating a food-type martial soul to level eighteen is much harder than it is for me. You're the one who's really amazing."
Oscar chuckled, a little embarrassed by the compliment.
The two walked to a row of low adobe houses, and Oscar pushed open the door of one of them.
"This is your dorm room, I live next door. The conditions are a bit basic, but it'll keep you out of the wind and rain."
Ma Hongjun went inside and saw that there was only a wooden bed, a table, a chair, a wooden basin, and a towel in the corner.
It was as rudimentary as it could be.
But Ma Hongjun was already very satisfied.
"It's fine," he said.
Oscar glanced at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Most kids who come to Shrek and see these conditions will complain to some extent.
But this six-year-old child in front of me hasn't uttered a single word of complaint since he came in.
"You're quite an interesting person," Oscar said with a smile. "From now on, we'll be classmates and look out for each other."
Ma Hongjun nodded.
"Look out for each other."
Looking out the window at the dilapidated courtyard, a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him.
There are already two Shrek Seven Devils.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing.
The remaining five will arrive one after another.
By then, Shrek's name will resound throughout the entire continent.
And he, Ma Hongjun, is no longer the fiery phoenix who survives by living in brothels as depicted in the original work.
It is a righteous phoenix that extinguishes evil!
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As the sun shone through the old window into the dormitory on a new day, Ma Hongjun opened his eyes on time.
Six years of biological clock have been ingrained in my bones; I don't need anyone to wake me up.
He got out of bed, quickly washed up, and then pushed open the door and went out.
Oscar was already waiting in the courtyard.
He was wearing a faded training uniform, his hair was messy, and his eyes still looked sleepy, but he was standing ramrod straight.
"Good morning, Hongjun." Oscar yawned. "Today is your first day of formal training. Dean Flander said he'll be personally overseeing it."
Ma Hongjun nodded and walked over to stand beside him.
"Do you get up this early every day?" Oscar asked.
"I'm used to it."
Oscar pursed his lips and didn't say anything more.
A short while later, Flander and Zhao Wuji walked over from the office.
Flander held a roster in his hand, while Zhao Wuji carried a stack of training protective gear.
"Are you both here?" Flander glanced at the two of them. "Oscar, do you remember today's mission?"
Oscar's expression stiffened slightly.
"I remember." His voice was a little weak.
Ma Hongjun noticed Oscar's unusual behavior and became somewhat curious.
But he didn't ask any more questions, and just stood quietly to the side.
"Let's begin then." Flander sat down in a chair, crossed his legs, and looked like he was watching a show.
Oscar took a deep breath and stepped forward.
He raised his right hand, and his soul power surged within him.
A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated around his body.
Ma Hongjun looked closely and saw that the hundred-year soul ring was the same as his.
"Martial Soul - Possession!"
Oscar gave a low shout, and a ball of light shone from his palm.
In the light, something slowly took shape—
That was a sausage.
It is pure white, has a faint fragrance, and looks no different from an ordinary sausage.
But Oscar's next action made Ma Hongjun understand why his expression had stiffened.
Oscar cleared his throat and, in an extremely strange tone, recited the soul incantation—
"I have a big sausage!"
The voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet courtyard that morning, every word was crystal clear.
The air seemed to freeze.
Flanders remained expressionless, while Zhao Wuji looked up at the sky.
Oscar's face turned bright red, and he wished he could disappear into the ground.
This sausage is a product of his martial spirit, and it has the effects of satisfying hunger and slightly restoring physical strength, making it a very practical auxiliary means in battle.
The problem is, this soul curse is just too shameful.
"I have a big sausage."
You must recite this phrase every time you use a Soul Skill.
For an eight-year-old child, this was absolutely devastating.
Oscar glanced at Ma Hongjun furtively, already bracing himself for being ridiculed.
He had tried offering sausages to others before, but every time they heard this incantation, their expressions would become quite interesting—some would try to suppress a laugh, some would blush, and some would simply refuse.
He even encountered an older woman who, after hearing the soul incantation, directly called him a pervert and almost physically assaulted him.
So Oscar is used to it.
I'm used to being disliked, used to being ridiculed, and used to being looked at with strange eyes.
Ma Hongjun looked at the sausage in Oscar's hand, then at Oscar's flushed face, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Of course he knows that joke.
When I read the original novel in my past life, every time Oscar recited a spell, the comments section was filled with "hahahahahaha".
It was funny, but that was only when viewed through a screen.
Hearing it with my own ears now feels even more real.
But that's about it.
Ma Hongjun stepped forward and took the sausage from Oscar's hand.
Oscar was stunned.
"You...you want to eat?" His voice trembled slightly.
"Didn't you tell me to eat it?"
Ma Hongjun countered with a flat question, as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today.
He looked down at the sausage in his hand, then brought it to his nose and smelled it.
Yes, it does smell quite good.
Then, to everyone's surprise, Ma Hongjun opened his mouth and took a big bite.
I chewed it.
He chewed it again.
Oscar's eyes widened.
Flander put down his crossed legs, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Zhao Wuji also snapped out of his gazing at the sky and stared at Ma Hongjun.
Ma Hongjun swallowed the first bite, then took another, and said indistinctly:
"It tastes good, Oscar. What kind of meat is it made of? The texture is quite unique."
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