"Hopefully I'll be luckier this time and not run into him." I've switched to a new team this time, so I probably won't run into him.

"Yeah, I also hope I don't run into him." If I do run into him and get instantly killed by Fang Hua, that would be truly ridiculous.

But would Fang Hua dare to defeat him instantly?

If you dare, drag him out and make him kneel on a washboard.

You've already done this to him, and you still dare to kill him instantly?

If Fang Hua had gone easy on him, wouldn't he have become the only person to defeat Fang Hua?

That sounds pretty good.

Fang Rong stood up. "I'll go back and prepare. You eat, don't worry about me."

He needed to go back and devise a strategy to get Fang Hua to go easy on him. And then there was Da Sheng; if they encountered him, he'd definitely face another round of sarcastic remarks. He needed to be prepared.

Fang Rong's buttocks no longer hurt, and she walked very smoothly. In no time, she returned to the lounge and lay on the sofa, trying to think of a solution.

Dealing with Fang Hua is a piece of cake. That guy is stubborn. He'll fall for it as long as he pretends to fall down or something, and he'll keep falling for it.

Dealing with the Great Sage is not easy. Now the two sides are competitors, and they will definitely use all means to undermine his confidence, inevitably bringing up past events.

He had actually let go of the past for a long time, but he couldn't help but act impulsively and do something inappropriate.

You must stay calm, stay calm, stay calm!

Ignore whatever the other person says.

With a large population in the four districts, the venue for the martial arts competition must also be quite large. In fact, there are very few such venues in the entire capital. There is only one stadium, which has a lot of fitness equipment and was left over from the monthly martial arts competition.

Fang Rong used to be a pushover, and he was never included in these kinds of activities, so he didn't know about them.

It is said that the first round is a group match, and the last hundred players who can remain on the field will be reshuffled. After all, there are so many people, it would take one or two days to finish if they were to be played one by one.

As a proactive person, Fang Rong went ahead without waiting for everyone else. He wanted to scout out the location, see what the situation was like, and see if there were any tools he could use. If not, he would create them himself.

He looked around the huge stadium for a long time but couldn't see any value in it, or even any opportunity to create anything.

It's a completely bare area, a huge stadium, like a playground, with a lawn in the middle. They'll be fighting here soon. How are we supposed to start?

Fang Rong squatted on the ground, at a loss. This was an open-air event without even a light. Since the competition was scheduled for the afternoon, it certainly wouldn't go on until the evening. The forecast didn't predict rain today either, so there was definitely no hope.

Fang Hua has always been among the top students; he probably won't even make it to the top before he kicks the bucket.

It seems that only mechs can be used. To be honest, it's a bit shameless to use mechs when everyone else has superpowers, since none of them do.

However, this was only obtained after completing an extremely dangerous mission. Fang Hua was also injured, but because he had eaten the essence cores of other superhumans, it was not visible. However, Fang Rong, with her sharp eyes, still noticed it.

What should we do?

He went to the bathroom to urinate, but just as he was halfway through, someone suddenly covered his eyes from behind.

There's only one person who can do this, no one else. "Stop fooling around, why are you here so early?"

Didn't they say there were still more than ten minutes left? It's rare that the East District team arrived early, and Fang Hua just happened to be going to the restroom?

Wait, "You're not Fang Hua." Fang Hua is shorter than him; if you covered his eyes from behind, he would be unable to straighten up.

The person behind him laughed out loud, "How do you know I'm not Fang Hua? And what's your relationship with Fang Hua?"

People who do such intimate things are definitely not ordinary.

Fang Rong rolled her eyes. "Can't you tell? We're brothers."

He always said this in front of his teammates, because they could easily guess who was the top and who was the bottom, and he could never let anyone know that he was being topped by a little baby.

"I guessed so. I was even pretending not to admit defeat at noon today." Li Wenyang gave him a reproachful look. "Since you're brothers with him, if you ran into him, could you ask him to let me off the hook?"

"That's a good idea." Anyway, Fang Hua is very obedient in all aspects except when he's not very obedient in bed. He does whatever you ask him to do.

"Then I'll place all my hopes on you." Li Wenyang smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Hmm." Fang Rong gently pushed his hand away. She had never done such an intimate gesture with anyone other than Fang Hua before, and it felt a little awkward.

Fang Hua covering his eyes from behind is called "fun"? What kind of talk is that between brothers?

"Li Wenyang, are you inside?" someone suddenly called out to him from outside.

Li Wenyang responded, "Zhao Qingyun called me, I'll go over there."

"Hmm." Fang Rong stood in front of the sink to wash her hands and face. She hadn't taken a nap at noon and was feeling a little sleepy.

He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face; after a few splashes, his clothes were soaked.

Li Wenyang seemed to have gone mad. He went out and came back, and one time wasn't enough. He then covered his eyes from behind and got very close to him, which was really disgusting.

Fang Rong was a little angry. "Li Wenyang, what are you doing?"

The person behind him froze, his movements becoming unnatural. He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly leaned in to sniff Fang Rong's scent. He seemed to smell something unpleasant, and his expression turned grim.

Fang Rong wiped his face, and before he could even be surprised, he had already carried the person into the innermost toilet stall and pinned him against the wall using martial arts techniques.

"Fang Hua, what's wrong with you?" Fang Rong struggled desperately; he already knew that the person who had come was Fang Hua.

Fang Hua's expression was gloomy, as if he was really angry.

They pinned him against the wall and started taking off his clothes without saying a word, not even sparing his shirt, bottoms, or underwear.

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