Chapter 172: Yun Fuyu, with a cold expression, threw the cigarette butt towards Zhao...

Outside the door, the atmosphere among the group of people walking towards the courtyard was very relaxed.

Yun Fuyu's main way of meeting new classmates is through the battlefield.

The instructors rarely brush up their rankings in the battlefield, most of them focus on taking on tasks.

Therefore, up to now, Yun Fuyu has not known many tutors, and the ones who left the deepest impression on him are only Shi Ling and Harper.

Fortunately, the counselors present were all quite normal.

The bird spirits clung to Yun Fuyu and some landed on his shoulders, while others tried to crawl into his palms and ask for a pat on the head.

Yun Fu Yu was like a bird rack, silently letting them run around.

The spiritual bodies of these mentors of the Chao family are all real birds, not fake ones like Chao Zhao.

After sitting down in the yard, the topic of conversation gradually turned to mental counseling techniques.

"I took a mission last week. The target entered the contaminated area without a decontamination instructor, and was held back by high-level mutants. They ran out of decontamination potions, and they managed to hold out for eight days..."

"Ah? Isn't that serious?"

"Yeah! Their mental state wasn't very good when they came out. In the end, I couldn't even enter the outer mental realm, so I had to abandon the mission and request a more friendly instructor to be assigned. Sigh... I guess this will affect the credits."

"Sometimes, simple psychological counseling isn't enough; I need to find ways to have conversations..."

"Who says it's not true? I even got my certification as a psychological counselor."

A first-year student asked Yun Fuyu curiously.

"Senior, I heard that the mission you accepted was to provide spiritual counseling to Brother Chao—"

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly hit on the head by the girl next to him.

"Minors, please don't ask around."

"Wow!! If you can't say it, then don't say it. Why are you hitting me?"

The freshman held his head in grievance, and the bird spirit also covered its head with its wings.

His spirit body was like a mango ice cream spirit, with a white body and wings of light yellow.

A smile appeared on Yun Fuyu's lips, and she gently touched the bird's head with her fingertips.

The little bird immediately perked up and chirped close to it.

These bird spirits actually have bad tempers. Anyone who dares to touch their fur will definitely be bitten.

But Yun Fuyu is different, they are willing to let Yun Fuyu touch them.

Yun Fuyu smells so good, it makes me feel so comfortable. When I touch her head, she is very gentle, her fingers are cool and soft, and every part of her makes the little bird like her.

The bird that was touched on the head couldn't help but move closer to Yun Fuyu and snuggled into his palm, turning into a bird ball with squinting eyes, feeling so comfortable that it was about to fall asleep.

When Yun Fuyu came to his senses, he found that several people around him were staring at him with sparkling eyes.

The instructor next to him also secretly moved closer to Yun Fuyu and stuck close to him.

"Senior, you are so gentle."

The others nodded vigorously, "All spirits like you very much."

This sentence is almost equivalent to saying, we all like you very much.

Yun Fuyu was silent for a moment, suspecting that they probably didn't know how many small and big birds they had beaten... although some of them deserved it.

Yun Fuyu shook her head: "I don't have a good temper. I just beat Zhao Zhao into the school hospital a few days ago."

Several people thought that the beating was good. If Chao Zhao hadn't threatened us, we would have added your contact information long ago.

The freshman whispered, "That must be his problem, otherwise you wouldn't beat him up."

Yun Fuyu smiled and said, "Maybe you think so because you haven't seen it before."

It’s better not to have any filter on him.

The higher the expectations and the more you imagine, the more likely you are to be disappointed when you finally find that your expectations do not match reality.

Another person was unhappy:

"Why do you always say bad things about yourself? I think you're really great. You should praise yourself more every day... I see. It must be the fault of those people in the Fenrir family. Don't they praise you often enough?"

Most of the tutors in the Chao family received encouragement-based education, or in other words, "exaggerated" education.

No matter what the purpose behind it is, it will be full of praise on the surface.

If someone is excellent, we praise their ability; if someone works hard, we praise their serious attitude; even if they don’t do that well, we can praise their taste in clothes.

In short, the main word is "praise".

The lives of the counselors invited here today can basically be described as having good fortune.

The family is happy, and the noble parents have conducted genetic screening in advance to ensure that their children have good looks and talents.

Even when they were on missions, their family members would secretly warn them to let them experience appropriate setbacks and difficulties without putting them in real danger.

As they grow up, they have received countless praises from relatives, friends, teachers and friends.

The material abundance and spiritual security have made these mentors develop quite cheerful personalities.

Therefore, in their perception, accepting praise and expressing praise to others are both very important things.

Yun Fuyu recalled it carefully.

"No, my taijutsu teacher at the time...also encouraged me often."

Lancelot alternated between praise and sarcasm, while Cui Jue rushed forward and asked for a fight while shouting "You are so awesome".

Adrian was very excited because he finally found an opponent who was equally matched with him.

Speaking of which, the people who used the most straightforward words to praise Yun Fu Yu were actually Chao Hui and Chao Zhao.

Should it be said that it is a characteristic of the Chao family?

Teacher Shu, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but feel soft-hearted when he saw Yun Fuyu's expression and poked his arm.

"I've seen the live video of you in the military exercise. You've only been training in taijutsu for a year, and you've already reached this level. It shows that you're very smart and have quick reflexes. You must be working very hard."

"If my family hadn't insisted on me learning, I wouldn't have wanted to practice Taijutsu after just a few days. It's amazing that you can persist!"

"You dared to run in the forest alone at night, which shows that you are very brave! My teammates at the time didn't dare to leave the team alone! And you always did well in the tests, isn't that amazing too?"

"I always thought you were beautiful. Your eyelashes are so long, and your hair is so soft... Can I pinch it? Wow... Your face is so soft..."

"Your hands are so beautiful, your fingers are so long and thin..."

Several tutors came up to talk to each other, praised Yun Fu Yu and took the opportunity to touch Yun Fu Yu.

Of course they knew that Yun Fuyu was very powerful and could knock out an ordinary Shu Shi Master with one hand, but Yun Fuyu himself was really... making people want to get close to him.

Her black hair hung softly on the side of her neck, and the white tips of her ears were faintly visible among her hair. In the dim light of the courtyard, her whole body seemed to be emitting a soft glow.

He just sat there coldly and indifferently, his features so beautiful that people were afraid to approach him.

But everyone had a hunch - Yun Fuyu must have a good temper.

Being with Yun Fuyu is like being with a blood relative, the kind of gentle, tolerant, always fragrant, and reliable relative who will hold a child and play with him.

The little bird can nestle safely on his shoulder, smell the fragrance of his hair, and fall asleep peacefully.

The freshman suddenly had an idea and found the most appropriate words to describe that indescribable feeling -

“Just like my mom!”

Yun Fuyu: “…”

Others: “…”

The people around him wanted to rush over and cover his mouth to stop him from talking nonsense.

Even though Yun Fuyu had seen many outrageous situations...he had never seen such an outrageous situation.

The little mango bird flew headfirst into the bird, its eyes full of stars, and chirped loudly.

After the freshman finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong and apologized awkwardly.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to sound weird. I just felt safe around you, and I couldn't think of any other adjectives, so I accidentally said the wrong thing... But, have you ever considered testing your priest abilities? Is your affinity high?"

This kind of illusory affinity occasionally appears in priests of the Vatican, but it is particularly obvious in Yun Fuyu.

Yun Fuyu asked calmly, "Why do you say that?"

These people were all called by Zhaohui. Could it be that Zhaohui wanted him to contact the Holy See?

The freshman looked a little lost.

"Actually, I passed the Vatican's priest selection, but my family didn't want me to go, so I finally refused..."

The pastor often went on missions to the most dangerous places, but he was the favored child in the family and his parents were worried about him.

Moreover, he is an S-level tutor of the Chao family. The family has spared no effort to train him, so he cannot be too willful.

Therefore, he had to temporarily give up the idea of ​​joining the Holy See.

"Why bother trying out if you can't go?"

The freshman was a little embarrassed.

"It's a way to prove myself."

The orators said that the Vatican's method of selecting priests is very simple.

The presiding pastor was on the stage, reciting a long prayer in a soft, complex, singing-like unfamiliar language.

Prayers are the language of the soul and the language bestowed upon priests by the World Tree.

Strictly speaking, it is not a foreign language, but a way of communication using mental power as the medium.

If the ordained teachers are suitable to become priests, then after they hear the prayers, they will sense the existence of the roots of the World Tree in their spiritual realm.

......

Yun Fuyu chatted with these tutors for a long time and then walked back together.

As soon as I opened the door, the thick smell of tobacco hit me in the face.

Several counselors were choked and took a few steps back, covering their mouths and coughing.

Through the dim light, Yun Fuyu looked at the flickering fire in Chao Zhao's hand.

Before Yun Fuyu could speak, Chao Zhao suddenly laughed.

"Xiaoyun, come here."

Perhaps because of smoking, his voice was lower and more magnetic than usual, but the ending tone was still rising ambiguously.

And the tone was very brisk, with an abnormal lightness.

Yun Fuyu looked around the table and when he found the empty wine bottle, he roughly understood.

Chao Zhao drank too much.

He seemed to have forgotten that he had been beaten not long ago, and smiled at Yun Fuyu with great fearlessness.

"Come here."

The light was dim, and even the reflection of the empty wine bottles had a drunken air.

The instructors instinctively hid behind Yun Fuyu.

To them, the atmosphere in the room was somewhat uncomfortable.

A drunken attacking psychic is undoubtedly a very dangerous large beast.

When animality overwhelms reason, it becomes difficult for the rules of human society to restrain them.

Even if the people present are all acquaintances, it is still very...

The freshman subconsciously grabbed the corner of Yun Fuyu's clothes and pulled him back.

Yun Fuyu patted the newborn's arm soothingly and whispered:

"You guys go sit in the lounge for a while, or go back first."

"B-but..."

They wanted to drag Yun Fu Yu along.

Chao Zhao stretched out his tone, as if he was acting coquettishly.

The amber-gold eyes were almost brighter than the flames at the end of a cigarette, like a beast lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to bite.

"Xiaoyun——"

Yun Fuyu ignored Chao Zhao, touched the newborn head of the mango bird, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Go back, I'll take care of this."

......

With a slight "click" sound, Yun Fuyu closed the door with his backhand, the smile on his face faded, and he stared at Chao Zhao coldly.

In the dim environment, a thin and tall figure leaned against the door.

The atmosphere in the room also became strange.

Others were not actually drunk.

This is a plan set by the Zhaohui Group, they won't be so clueless.

But everyone in the room stared at that beautiful face in a daze, their eyes sliding uncontrollably from the slender collarbone to the slender waist that could be held in one hand...Everyone began to wonder if they had accidentally mistaken the wine for a soft drink.

It was precisely because they were not clear-headed that they suddenly had such a bold thought - before reaching level 3S, Yun Fuyu was also a counselor.

An extremely beautiful, extremely attractive...

As Yun Fuyu walked towards Chao Zhao, the smile on Chao Zhao's face disappeared.

His mind had long been locked on Yun Fuyu, and his eyes revealed a half-conscious obsession.

When Yun Fuyu walked in front of him, Chao Zhao raised his head, suddenly reached out and grabbed Yun Fuyu's wrist, pulling her towards him with force!

Yun Fuyu easily shook off Chao Zhao's hand with a "pa" sound, and patted the back of his hand lightly.

Unexpectedly, Chao Zhao had not given up yet, just like a bird flying around to attract the attention of its mate.

He held the cigarette between his fingers, took a deep breath, and then he took advantage of the situation to lift Yun Fuyu's chin.

Chao Zhao looked happy. He hooked his slender chin towards him, bringing them close enough that their breaths intertwined, but he held his breath quietly.

Golden eyes darted downwards, their gaze glued to the pale pink lips.

She was very cautious when approaching, as if she wanted to touch Yun Fuyu's face with her eyelashes.

But he didn't kiss, he wanted something more intimate.

The intoxicating gas from the burning dead plants was pale, bitter, and heavy, yet existed in the lightest form, swirling in Chao Zhao's lungs.

Chao Zhao smiled, took a long and slow breath, and blew the smoke he inhaled deeply into his lungs towards Yun Fuyu's face.

Do plants have souls?

A cigarette is a dead plant, and the soul of a dead plant should also return to the World Tree.

In any case, a part of Chao Zhao's soul was separated.

His soul was a burning plant, swirling with smoke, their breaths entwined, their ambiguity seeping into Yun Fuyu's body and blood. It wanted to take root in a place that would forever be inseparable from Yun Fuyu, just like the roots of a plant piercing the earth.

Not bitter at all.

I am so happy to see Yun Fu Yu.

So happy.

Chao Zhao smiled absentmindedly, as if talking in a dream.

"Come sit on my lap."

After a few long breaths, Yun Fuyu calmed down and slowly sat astride him.

The light weight is lighter than smoke and more pleasant than smoke.

Chao Zhao chased after her obsessedly, opening his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to bite Yun Fuyu's lips, but he didn't dare to really touch her without her permission.

The smoke continued to blow towards Yun Fuyu's face until it ended with a sigh of relief.

Yun Fuyu sat astride Chao Zhao, face to face. Her beautiful eyes, separated by the distant smoke, shone with a watery luster in the dim sidelight.

He looked indifferent, suddenly sighed, and pulled up Chao Zhao's right hand which was not holding the cigarette.

The slender palm was placed under the bony palm, causing Chao Zhao's palm to be spread upwards, as if to catch something.

Chao Zhao blinked slowly and let Yun Fuyu play with his hands.

Yun Fuyu took the cigarette from Chao Zhao's left hand. Her white fingers held the slender cigarette and twirled it between them.

His eyes were closed with long eyelashes, flickering sparks reflected in his eyes, and his expression was unclear.

Zhao Zhao smiled and asked, "Baby, do you want to try it?"

Zhao Hui had been silent since Yun Fuyu entered the room, but now he suddenly opened his mouth and gave a cold warning:

"Chao Zhao."

Chao Zhao ignored him and just looked at Yun Fuyu in fascination.

There is no need for Chaohui to remind...Chaozhao would not let Yun Fuyu smoke, at most he would tease him.

If Yun Fuyu needs to smoke to relieve stress, it is the fault of Chao Zhao, the new subordinate.

Her long eyelashes drooped as she looked at the smoke curling from the end of the cigarette.

The white smoke rose and entangled, as if it was fate, completely trapping the three people in an unknown cage.

Chao Zhao suddenly smiled and took out a black necklace with a silver chain from his pocket.

"I almost forgot to give you today's gift."

He slowly put the necklace around his neck, then pulled up the end of the silver chain and handed it to Yun Fuyu.

He looked away from the smoke.

Yun Fuyu ignored the neck ring that symbolized ownership and slowly raised her hand.

He held Chao Zhao's hand, and suddenly without warning, he pressed the burning cigarette heavily into Chao Zhao's palm!

The scorching heat penetrates the skin and burns the flesh.

Yun Fuyu had a cold expression on his face and crushed the cigarette butt in Chao Zhao's palm, as if he was using him as an ashtray.

"I don't like the smell of smoke."

The flames died down and disappeared.

Amid the burning sensation in his palms, Chao Zhao suddenly smiled, and his smile was extremely happy.

“Hahahahahahaha…”

He lowered his head, rested his forehead on Yun Fuyu's shoulder, and smiled wildly.

It smells so good.

Chao Zhao suddenly began to hate the smell of cigarettes. The smell of cigarettes was not as relaxing as the smell of Yun Fuyu.

Yun Fuyu wanted to pull her hand away, but Chao Zhao's hand, which was used as an ashtray, tightly grasped Yun Fuyu's fingers, insisting on interlocking their fingers and pressing his bloody palm against Yun Fuyu's palm.

He was like a lunatic, his shoulders were shaking with laughter, and he refused to let Yun Fu Yu leave.

"So fierce, baby. If you don't like it, I won't smoke..."

The ending sounded like a dream talk, and the dreamer could not feel the painful scar on the palm of his hand.

The already quiet room was now completely silent.

Yun Fuyu forcibly pulled his hand back from the drunkard's hand.

He got off Chao Zhao and walked towards the door without looking back.

Chao Zhao stood up immediately afterwards, still with a smile on his face.

The chain was clearly still hanging around the neck, with no one holding the other end, but Chao Zhao, the vicious dog who smelled the meat and bones, would pick up the chain himself and follow his owner out.