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Meanwhile, in another location...
Seven Treasure Gazed Tile Pagoda Clan, Main Hall.
In the center of the main hall stood an intricately carved wooden chair with a massive jade stone embedded in its backrest. The jade emitted a subtle, soothing turquoise glow, exuding an air of elegance and warmth. Seated upon this wooden chair was a middle-aged man with a regal and somewhat gentle countenance. white robe draped gracefully and his eyes held a gentle, contemplative look. In this unassuming setting, he appeared quite otherworldly.
At that moment, the door swung open as a gust of wind rushed into the hall, causing the porcelain tables and chairs to tremble.
"Fengzhi, are you certain about letting Rongrong go out there alone? Can a small academy with only two Soul Saints in a limited area teach her better than we can? No, I must bring Rongrong back!" The voice seemed to come from all directions, echoing through the hall and shaking its foundations.
Suddenly, a middle aged man with a youthful visage soared into the hall. Beneath his feet, he rode on a radiant and exquisite mystical sword.
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but shake his head as he spoke, "Uncle Jian, you and Uncle Long are spoiling that girl too much. She's developed an arrogant and lawless temperament and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect can't seem to control her. Maybe it's better to let her venture out into the world on her own."
The elderly man known as Uncle Jian furrowed his brow and retorted, "Who said we've spoiled her? Rongrong is a good girl! You, as her father, might not be qualified to judge and perhaps you don't even understand your own daughter."
Ning Feng sighed at this.
"Rongrong may be obedient in front of you two, but when she's with us, she's quite the little troublemaker. After all, you're a Title Douluo!"
Surprisingly, this elderly man was one of the top powerhouses on the mainland, a Title Douluo known as Sword Douluo.
"Uncle Jian, no matter what you say this time, you can't go after her. You don't need to worry about her safety." Ning Fengzhi declared firmly.
"The Dean of Shrek Academy is none other than Four-eyed Cat Eagle Flender from the Golden Triangle. With his strength, he can more than adequately protect Rongrong."
Uncle Jian, still concerned, asked, "But what if she's being bullied?"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head. "Uncle Jian, with Rongrong's temperament, it's unlikely for anyone to bully her. Who could possibly dare?"
Just as he finished speaking, a young man with a worried expression rushed in.
"Sect Master..."
Ning Fengzhi sighed. "What's the matter now?"
The young man spoke cautiously, "It's about Miss."
"Has she been causing trouble in the academy again? Did Flender come to complain?" Ning Fengzhi inquired.
The young man hesitated before revealing, "No, it's not that. We just received word that Miss was knocked to the ground by a young boy in the academy and she cried..."
The hall fell silent, the news sinking in.
Ning Fengzhi's expression shifted from incredulity to anger.
"Don't stop me, anyone! Who is this kid? I'm going to deal with him myself!"
Sword Douluo emitted an icy chill, his anger evident. He was ready to take action.
"Uncle Jian, calm down, please." Ning Fengzhi implored.
"Rongrong has grown up, a little setback won't harm her."
Ning Fengzhi held back Sword Douluo with mixed emotions. He couldn't help but wonder which young boy had managed to make Rongrong suffer such a humiliation. It was surprising but also a bit infuriating. Rongrong rarely cried, let alone endured being knocked to the ground. Whoever dared to harm her would undoubtedly face the wrath of two Title Douluos.
"Let's not lose our heads." Sword Douluo said coldly.
"I won't kill him, just teach him a lesson."
With that, Sword Douluo disregarded Ning Fengzhi's pleas and sped off like a bolt of lightning.
Ning Fengzhi offered a soft farewell, "Young man, take care."
Wang Feng murmured to himself as he entered the academy grounds. It was clear that the incident outside, where Ning Rongrong had been seen crying after being knocked down by a boy, had been reported to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. He anticipated that either Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo would be arriving in a few days. There was no use trying to counsel Rongrong now, this situation had escalated beyond that.
As he made his way through the academy, Oscar, who had been running laps, approached him in a hushed tone.
"Wang Feng, where's Ning Rongrong?"
Wang Feng cleared his throat and replied, "I'm looking for her."
He had an idea and added, "Give me five sausages. Also did you have the condiments?"
Oscar handed over the condiments and prepared five grilled sausages. After Wang Feng seasoned them, he handed Oscar twenty-five copper coins and headed towards the distant dormitory.
Xiao Wu, standing by the dormitory door, noticed Wang Feng's approach and asked anxiously, "Brother Feng, what's going on? Rongrong came back in tears and she wouldn't answer any of my questions."
Wang Feng shrugged off the concern.
"It's nothing. She fell while running earlier, got hurt a bit, so I'm here to help her out."
Xiao Wu nodded, her gaze still fixed on the dormitory. Soft sobbing sounds were still audible.
Wang Feng reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
He ascended the stairs and entered the dormitory. There, he found Ning Rongrong lying on her bed, her head covered with a quilt, leaving only a small gap for breathing.
Quietly, Wang Feng approached and placed a piece of grilled sausage near the opening in the quilt, letting its aroma fill the air. Before long, Ning Rongrong cautiously poked her head out but her expression turned to anger when she saw it was Wang Feng.
"What are you doing here? Go away! I don't want to see you!" she snapped.
Wang Feng remained calm, picking up a seasoned sausage and taking a bite. "It's really tasty," he commented, seemingly unconcerned about the earlier incident.
Ning Rongrong hesitated, swallowing her anger.
"Someone didn't eat much this morning, right?" Wang Feng said with a hint of amusement.
Ning Rongrong had indeed eaten very little that morning. She couldn't quite get used to the village food and was eagerly anticipating a big meal in Suotuo City later.
Watching Wang Feng enjoy the grilled sausage, a strange sensation overwhelmed her. She found herself feeling a bit queasy and regretful about not having eaten more of that sausage earlier. It was odd how her appetite had suddenly returned.
But as she watched him, she couldn't help but say, "Take your sausage and leave."
Her face was still stained with tears, but now, in her vulnerability, there was a certain charm that tugged at Wang Feng's emotions.
Ignoring her request, Wang Feng asked, "Are you sure you don't want any?" He glanced at the four remaining grilled sausages in their wrapping paper.
Ning Rongrong stubbornly replied, "I don't want any. Just go..."
Before she could finish saying "go," Wang Feng swiftly placed a piece of grilled sausage into her mouth.
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened as she stared at him. She had initially wanted to reject it, but then her stomach rumbled, making her blush.
At that moment, Wang Feng placed the three remaining sausages on the table nearby and exited the room.
As he stepped out, Wang Feng heard the faint sounds of chewing from inside the room. It was as if someone was secretly munching, trying not to be discovered, like a small hamster sneakily nibbling on something.
After a while, the door squeaked open and Ning Rongrong emerged, seemingly nonchalant as if nothing had happened.
"Changed your mind, huh? You still have 19 laps to go. Keep running." Wang Feng directed her.
Ning Rongrong huffed but didn't argue and started runnning.
"Wait a moment," Wang Feng approached and handed her a piece of tissue. He chuckled, "Even if you don't want to care about others, at least wipe your mouth clean, right?"
Wang Feng gestured towards Ning Rongrong's mouth, which still had traces of sausage sauce.
This made Ning Rongrong blush once more, shooting an embarrassed glare at Wang Feng. She grabbed the tissue, wiped her mouth hastily and resumed her run without another word.
Seeing her compliance, Wang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like his words had struck a chord with her. No one was perfect and despite being spoiled, Ning Rongrong was indeed clever. His words had tapped into her self-esteem and competitive spirit. After all, she was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect's top genius.
"Good job!" Flender and Zhao Wuji, who were watching from the college office balcony, exchanged glances.
"That brat got some impressive tactics there." Flender remarked.
"If I had this kind of approach in my younger days, I might have had a lot more descendants."
A hint of nostalgia flickered in Flender's eyes, quickly replaced by a shake of his head.
Zhao Wuji, equally amazed, added, "It's incredible. This kid knows how to motivate and handle people. He's certainly tamed Ning Rongrong."
While Wang Feng and Ning Rongrong exchanged words and actions, they had been covertly observing the situation, worried that things might take a different turn. They never expected this outcome.
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