"Mu Bai, Hong Jun, and I also tried to offer to help, but he refused outright, saying that we didn't need to pretend to be kind."
Fu Qin was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then cooperated by showing an innocent expression.
He did consider helping Oscar, but at that time, Oscar looked at him with such hatred that he could hardly accept help.
Tang San's words were half true and half false, but he firmly shifted the blame for "abandoning" to Oscar's "rejection".
Flander's gaze fell on Fu Qin, and seeing that he looked calm and composed, not like he was faking it, he turned to look at Tang San.
"Is that really true?"
"Absolutely true!" Tang San nodded vigorously, his tone becoming increasingly certain.
"Oscar was very emotional at the time, saying that he could finish the walk and didn't need anyone's help."
“We tried to persuade him several times, but it was no use. We could only keep walking and wait for him to catch up, but we didn’t expect that he would run out of energy.”
Fu Qin added a timely remark, his tone tinged with helplessness.
“I did say I could help him, but he said… he thought I was mocking him, and that even if he worked himself to death, he wouldn’t need my help.”
He deliberately spoke vaguely, yet accurately pinpointed the core of Oscar's emotions, neither lying nor trying to absolve himself of any wrongdoing.
Flander was incredibly astute. Upon hearing this, and recalling Ning Rongrong's closeness to Fu Qin, as well as the way Oscar usually looked at Fu Qin, he instantly understood the whole story.
He made his judgment.
Oscar clearly has fallen for Ning Rongrong, but Ning Rongrong's heart belongs to Fu Qin.
Therefore, when Fu Qin offered to help, he saw it as blatant mockery, a boast that he had won Ning Rongrong's favor, and naturally refused outright.
The reason why Tang San and his friends refused their help was most likely due to their pride.
If you reject the man favored by the woman you like, wouldn't accepting help from others make you seem even more useless?
Having figured this out, Flander's expression softened considerably.
Ultimately, this is a conflict stemming from emotional entanglements between young people, and it doesn't really constitute a matter of principle.
He waved his hand and said in a serious tone.
"Since he refused to help himself, let's leave it at that. But Oscar, as a member of Shrek Academy, lacks teamwork. When he wakes up, we have to teach him a lesson!"
"Yes, Dean," everyone replied in unison.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, clearly not expecting Tang San to smooth things over with just a few words, without implicating them.
Tang San glanced at Fu Qin without changing his expression, a hint of calculation flashing in his eyes.
By saying this, he not only maintained the superficial harmony of the team, but also did Fu Qin a favor, and exposed Oscar's "petty nature" to Flander, achieving three goals at once.
Ning Rongrong quietly tugged at Fu Qin's sleeve and whispered.
“Brother Fu Qin, Oscar…” Ning Rongrong now needs to maintain her innocent and pure image in Fu Qin’s heart.
When it's time to show compassion, you must act accordingly.
Little did she know, Fu Qin had already seen through her personal panel all of her thoughts.
Fu Qin patted the back of her hand, his eyes gentle.
"It's none of your business; he's the one who's getting stuck on this."
Zhu Zhuqing stood aside, watching all of this, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
She despised Oscar, a useless coward who was incompetent but pretended to be something he wasn't. In contrast, Fu Qin's composure and magnanimity made her feel more favorably toward him.
...
It was evening.
At Ning Rongrong's warm invitation, Fu Qin came to her room.
Of course.
Ning Rongrong's true feelings are obvious to everyone.
After the two entered the room, they quickly leaned against each other.
Fu Qin held Ning Rongrong as they sat on the rattan sofa on the balcony. The faint scent of jasmine emanating from the girl mingled with the cool moonlight, lingering around their noses.
Ning Rongrong's cheeks were flushed with a captivating blush, and her originally proud brows were now filled with tenderness. She leaned gently against Fu Qin's shoulder, her fingers unconsciously stroking his arm, her voice as soft as cotton.
“Brother Fu Qin, why don’t you come to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and become a live-in son-in-law? Father will definitely accept you.”
Upon hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Fu Qin did not immediately agree.
"Rongrong, I'm still too weak. I don't even have the ability to protect you and Sister Xiaowu, so..."
But before he could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong suddenly stood up and covered his mouth.
The two drew closer and closer, their noses almost touching.
An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, and just as the two were about to touch, a sudden change occurred.
"Whoosh!"
A dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of the balcony window, blocking most of the moonlight, and its cold aura instantly shattered the idyllic atmosphere inside.
Fu Qin's eyes suddenly sharpened. Almost instinctively, he raised his left hand and a demonic spider flying sword with a cold, eerie green light shot out, aiming straight for the black shadow's vital heart!
The sword strike was swift and ruthless; clearly, Fu Qin was indeed frightened.
Ning Rongrong was startled by this sudden turn of events and cried out, tightly hugging Fu Qin's arm.
Just as the Demon Spider Flying Sword was less than three inches from the shadowy figure, about to pierce his heart, moonlight shone from the shadowy figure's side and rear, outlining his silhouette.
Fu Qin and Ning Rongrong both recognized the newcomer's appearance at the same time.
It was the Oscars!
His face still held a mixture of surprise and confusion, as if he had just reached the window and hadn't even had a chance to make any move before being locked onto by Fu Qin's flying sword.
The murderous intent in Fu Qin's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a barely perceptible wicked smile, so fast it was almost an illusion.
The next second, his face immediately changed to a perfectly timed expression of surprise, as if he had just recognized Oscar, and he exclaimed in a low voice, "Oscar?!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly twisted his wrist, seemingly hastily changing the trajectory of the flying sword.
But the angle of adjustment was so precise that the Demon Spider Flying Sword flashed with cold light, its direction suddenly changed, avoiding the heart, and then slashed downwards at an even faster speed.
"Pfft!"
A soft thud, followed by Oscar's heart-wrenching scream, echoed throughout the entire hostel.
The Spider Sword accurately severed his manhood, and blood gushed out instantly, staining the ground in front of the window red.
Oscar's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his wound with both hands, his face turning deathly pale.
His forehead was covered in large beads of cold sweat, and the excruciating pain almost made him faint; he could only let out intermittent groans.
Ning Rongrong turned pale with fright at the bloody scene, instinctively closed her eyes, hugged Fu Qin, and trembled slightly.
However, at this moment her trembling was not due to fear, but to excitement!
Fu Qin remained unfazed, retracting his Demon Spider Flying Sword. The bloodstains on the sword were instantly swallowed by the eerie green light, restoring its purity.
He glanced down at Oscar, who was sprawled on the ground, his tone carrying a hint of innocence.
"Oscar? What were you doing at Rongrong's window in the middle of the night? Luckily I reacted quickly and didn't hurt you in any vital areas, otherwise it would have been troublesome."