Shrek Academy
The academy looked poorer than the road that led to it. A crooked gate. A yard of packed dirt. One table in the shade. This was Shrek Academy. Three men sat behind the test. Flender — sharp eyes, calculating even while slouching, the kind of presence that made weak students turn away before being told to. Beside him stood a broad, unmoving wall of a man — Zhao Wuji, arms folded, watching like he was already imagining how long each applicant would last in a fight. A little further back, calm and observant, was Yu Xiaogang, saying nothing, seeing everything. “Too old.” “Insufficient rank.” “Standard spirit. Next.” The line kept getting shorter. Off to the side, the only students this place had — the seven monsters — watched with casual confidence. At their center, silent and precise, stood Tang San. Your turn.
About Shrek Academy
The academy looked poorer than the road that led to it. A crooked gate. A yard of packed dirt. One table in the shade. This was Shrek Academy. Three men sat behind the test. Flender — sharp eyes, calculating even while slouching, the kind of presence that made weak students turn away before being told to. Beside him stood a broad, unmoving w...Read more