As soon as she said that, Ren Yuan's eyes grew even colder.

She pushed Hua Rong's arm away, took two steps back, and said coldly, "Since Young Master Fang doesn't think much of Ren Yuan, then Ren Yuan won't keep you company!"

Hua Rong snorted coldly and grabbed her arm tightly.

"Hmm"

Ignoring Ren Yuan's painful struggles, Hua Rong turned to the matchmaker and asked, "Is this how you apologize?"

Hua Rong still had a smile on his face, but his voice was sharp and cold.

The matchmaker's expression changed slightly, and she quickly apologized: "It's Xiaoyuan's fault. Please, Young Master Fang, be lenient and forgive Xiaoyuan!"

"A magnanimous man?" Hua Rong sneered, his eyes flashing with coldness.

He felt that he might really be like a bully harassing a respectable woman.

"I'm still young, so there's no need for me to be lenient. Besides, who is she anyway? Is she someone I should go easy on?"

Ren Yuan's face contorted in pain, and Hua Rong's words made her look ferocious, no longer as gentle as before.

The peculiar icy aura emanating from his body also vanished.

She sneered and looked at Hua Rong, saying, "So what if you have a good background? If you weren't born into such a family, what right would you have to look down on me? I'm afraid you wouldn't even be able to support yourself by then."

"Aha"

Hua Rong looked at Ren Yuan carefully for a few moments.

No wonder she could be so infatuated with this worldly young master from Jiangcheng.

This mindset is exactly the same as that of some future male chauvinists and female chauvinists.

It has contracted a disease that is ahead of its time.

No one can choose their birth.

Most people who come from privileged backgrounds do not ultimately achieve success solely because of their family connections.

They assume that if the other person is in the same situation, they must not be as capable as themselves.

He's an idiot.

Hua Rong never expected to see such a magnificent and unique flower today.

He released Ren Yuan and did nothing more.

To be honest, he wouldn't have done anything if Ren Yuan hadn't appeared in front of him.

After all, her crime of stealing intelligence and indirectly causing the deaths of countless Chinese soldiers in her previous life was only a matter of that past life.

Furthermore, the original owner's gullibility towards women and his aggressive, militaristic tendencies were the main causes of that tragedy.

But unexpectedly, the person behind her wanted to use the same trick again.

However, this honey trap didn't work on him.

He said to the matchmaker with no interest, "I prefer gentle girls like Little Butterfly. I don't need this icy girl. Matchmaker, please take her away."

Hua Rong didn't look at Ren Yuan once while saying this.

This disregard was even more unbearable for Ren Yuan than the deliberate targeting she had just faced.

She glared fiercely at Hua Rong, and if the matchmaker hadn't held her back, she might have rushed up and started a fight with Hua Rong.

Seeing this, Little Butterfly and Leng Huaqing, who were not far away, both felt an inexplicable sense of admiration for Hua Rongsheng.

It takes skill to make Ren Yuan, who is known for her coldness, so angry.

The little butterfly was still gloating.

Those who are obsessed with Ren Yuan should be shown her ugly appearance.

Tsk tsk.

Young Master Fang is really something.

Only then did Little Butterfly take a closer look at Hua Rong.

After glancing at her for a few moments, she couldn't help but blush and lower her head.

Young Master Fang... he's really handsome!

Only after the matchmaker and Ren Yuan left did Hua Rong realize...

I had actually walked into a dead end.

What those people were like in his past life is none of his concern.

As long as I don't provoke him in this lifetime, that's fine.

However, it is clear that the owner behind the Paramount Ballroom does not think so.

Does he want to send Ren Yuan to him again?

Hua Rong glanced at Leng Huaqing and smiled slightly.

Hua Rong showed no mercy to Ren Yuan after she embarrassed her.

I didn't go to the Paramount for a long time afterward.

Because... it's time to go to school.

Hua Rong attended a school that was certainly not an ordinary school.

It was a military academy.

From elementary school onwards, the schools he attended were different from those of ordinary people.

Of course, there are many other teenagers in this school who are similar to him.

One of them is Yu Guangche, the second son of the Yu family.

The two had always been at odds, but Hua Rong didn't really understand why.

He attributed this to the youthful impetuosity.

Complete a lap of basic physical training exercises, including warm-up push-ups and squats for twenty minutes.

After two kilometers of armed cross-country running, Hua Rong arrived at the rest area.

Leng Huaqing immediately stepped forward to offer water and wipe away her sweat, while Fang Er kept fanning Hua Rong.

These projects are already the limit for the average fifteen or sixteen-year-old.

However, for Hua Rong and his fellow young soldiers, this was just the beginning.

It was precisely because the training was so difficult that Hua Rong and his team trained one day and rested the next.

It was during a two-month long holiday that Hua Rong was able to have so much fun.

However, returning to military school now makes no difference to him.

He is not someone who can't endure hardship.

It just depends on whether he's willing to endure the hardship.

He thought that if he used the time he would spend on regular training for self-cultivation, the results would be better.

However, he found that being among this group of teenagers also gave him a sense of vitality.

Beneath his young body lies a heart whose age he himself doesn't even know.

Perhaps it has already decayed.

He really liked the atmosphere.

"Young Master is wonderful."

Leng Huaqing sincerely praised Hua Rong.

This was her first time visiting such a special military academy.

It was completely different from the military academies she attended in her previous life.

Perhaps it's because of the different era they live in, or perhaps it's because these teenagers are exceptionally different.

If things continue like this, these young people will become the hope of this country.

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