The room would light up and then dim again, and a tiny green dot stood out starkly in the darkness.

It was Fang Hua's military-grade networked helmet. Since the two of them slept over there, this place became his place to do his homework and practice his skills.

He picked it up and stroked it, then suddenly put it on his head. He wanted to go in and take a look, and the account was still the same. He checked the "remember password" box and got in immediately.

This time, after entering, we found ourselves in a commercial street, full of shops selling military supplies. Soldiers were everywhere, like a city in an old game. You could only fight monsters outside the city, but you still had to do other things inside the city.

"You have new information, would you like to view it?" the system suddenly announced, startling him.

Fang Rong clicked to confirm, and the message unfolded. It was from the instructor: "Fang Hua, come to Arena 19 tomorrow. I'll introduce you to someone."

Like Fang Hua, the instructor also used a real person's photo, so he recognized him at a glance.

He still had a bit of a phobia of the instructor, and when he saw his message, he couldn't help but feel guilty. It took him a while to remember that it was Fang Hua's helmet.

Don't worry, don't worry, it's not his problem if he says something wrong.

"You idiot, I'm not going." He tried to speak in Fang Hua's tone. To be honest, the instructor was really awful, making things difficult for him at every turn. Now that he had an opportunity, he really didn't want to let it go.

The new message arrived quickly. The instructor first sent a string of ellipses, followed by another message: "You'll run a hundred laps around the track tomorrow. You little brat, you think you've grown wings, huh?"

"If you tell me to run, I'll run. How embarrassing would that be?" Fang Rong put aside his concerns and spoke without any politeness. Besides, this was Fang Hua's helmet, and Fang Hua was always honest and would never betray him.

He was just thinking about getting revenge on Fang Hua, but Fang Hua was about to leave and he didn't react at all. His heartless attitude was heartbreaking.

It took a long time for them to reply, "You little brat, you just wait, I'm coming right now."

Because the two were friends and could track each other's locations, the instructor quickly found his location.

Fang Rong was so frightened that she disconnected without saying a word.

He took off his helmet, placed it on the table, and collapsed into the blankets, laughing awkwardly.

Actually, when you think about it carefully, it's quite enjoyable to act without any scruples. You can settle scores and grievances without having to think too much.

The more you think, the more worries you have, and in the end you accomplish nothing, only benefiting others for nothing.

To be honest, he's someone with superpowers now, so he can't be bullied by just anyone like before.

Fang Hua probably learned his personality from him, which is why he is so indifferent. He ignores others' insults. To put it nicely, he is self-admiring; to put it bluntly, he is an idiot. He remains unmoved even when people are cursing him.

He decided to change his ways, probably because he was enjoying the thrill of revenge. It was incredibly satisfying. I wonder what Fang Hua's reaction will be when he wakes up tomorrow? He'll probably be completely bewildered again, right?

Should we also send a message to the other people who bullied him, calling them big idiots?

Fang Rong thought it over carefully and decided against it. The instructor was definitely still waiting for him online. If he was dragged to the arena to fight, he would be in big trouble if he couldn't win.

He vented his anger, then contentedly covered himself with the blanket and fell asleep. He slept quite soundly, probably because his resentment had been resolved. Although he hadn't done anything wrong, just called someone an idiot, he was already very satisfied.

When he got up, Fang Hua was still asleep. There were some leftovers from yesterday, and he habitually prepared them for Fang Hua. After preparing them, he felt ashamed and presumptuous, thinking that Fang Hua wouldn't appreciate his kindness, so he simply threw them all away.

I won't give you any even if I throw it away!

He glanced at Fang Hua's room and felt only sorrow. Even the most ordinary friend would have come out to see him off at this time, but he didn't even offer a word of greeting.

Fang Rong shook his head, turned around and tidied up his room, organizing some toiletries and his usual items.

He didn't want any books anymore, as he was too busy with work to read them. On the contrary, Fang Hua needed them more. Apart from that diary, he would still find time to write in it, even when he was busy, but he didn't write as much anymore, and it was mostly just a few sentences summarizing the events.

This diary contains so much, so many memories; I'll take it with me.

There wasn't much else, just about one box, which was just right for him to carry by himself.

Fang Rong opened the door first to avoid the inconvenience of carrying the box later. The box contained quite a lot of things and was a bit heavy, so it was difficult for him to carry it, but he could manage to get downstairs.

Because the box was quite large, he couldn't see his feet clearly after picking it up, so he walked slowly. By the time he reached the door, it was too cold. Fortunately, no one was waiting for him.

Fang Rong freed one foot to close the door. Identity verification was required to enter and exit the military region. He hadn't taken it, and he probably wouldn't be able to come back after this trip. This was likely the last time.

The door was stubborn; he tried to close it several times with his foot but couldn't. Just as he was about to lose patience, a noise suddenly came from inside the room.

Fang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Had Fang Hua gotten up?

He gave up on closing the door and turned to leave. He had only taken two steps when an even louder noise came from behind him, almost to the point of being impossible to ignore.

He finally couldn't help but turn around.

Fang Hua was stuck at the doorway, carrying large bags of things, and couldn't get out no matter what he did. The things inside were clattering and rattling because of his forceful pushing.

He was still not giving up and tried to pull again, but still couldn't get out and was stuck at the doorway, in a dilemma.

Fang Rong was amused by him. "What are you doing?"

He guessed that even the table was stuffed in, otherwise it wouldn't be so bulging.

"They all belong to Fang Rong," Fang Hua said calmly.

"The curtains are not mine."

"Oh, I took the wrong one."

"The washbasin isn't mine either."

"..."