Fang Rong finally managed to persuade Fang Hua and breathed a sigh of relief. She wondered where the boy had picked up this bad habit from, saying one thing and meaning another.
She kept saying yes, but then continued to do things her own way, ignoring everything he said.
Fang Rong shook her head and put everything that was originally in the room back. This time, Fang Hua didn't take it back, but he held onto the military helmet tightly.
"This one also belongs to the military region." Fang Rong tried to snatch it.
"Mine," Fang Hua said, refusing to let go.
"Let go, this is the military region."
"I won't let go, this is mine." Fang Hua stubbornly insisted.
“You’re leaving now, you’re no longer part of the military region, you can’t take their things anymore,” Fang Rong tried to reason with them.
“What’s given to me is mine,” Fang Hua said matter-of-factly.
How come I never noticed before that he was so difficult to deal with?
"Fine, fine, take it with you." Fang Rong couldn't persuade him in the end, she just hoped that the instructor would be generous and not fuss over such a small thing.
After removing some of the other people's belongings, the two of them didn't have much left to take. It was a little more than when they arrived, and the two cardboard boxes were already full, so they wrapped one of the boxes in a bed sheet and carried it on their backs.
Fang Hua was strong and could easily carry a cardboard box and a bag of things by himself, so he took the larger end and Fang Rong took the smaller end. The two left one after the other without any regrets.
He had initially thought Fang Hua would stay, so he missed him a little. Now that he knew Fang Hua wouldn't stay, he really didn't miss the military region at all. He didn't owe them much either, and before leaving, he even left some money to compensate for the cost of the helmet.
At that time, no one will owe anyone anything.
He had planned it all out, but who knew that as soon as they moved in, Fang Rong noticed that Fang Hua's pockets were bulging. When she took them out, she saw that they were indeed money that had been left in the living room.
He actually figured it out himself and got it back!
Fang Rong was quite surprised.
It's really hard to educate someone who's basically mature. Fang Hua already had his own set of rules, and he judged right and wrong and what he should and shouldn't do according to his own methods. He believed that what the military region gave him was still his even if he didn't go there anymore, so he clung to the helmet and wouldn't let go.
How can I explain to him that the person who gave him this gift did so to keep him, and that if they can't keep him, they will naturally take it back?
That night, the two lay on the narrow bed without air conditioning. Fang Rong fanned them while trying her best to brainwash him, "Fang Hua, let's not keep this helmet! They thought you would stay, so they gave you the helmet. Actually, it's a loan. You have to return what you borrow, understand?"
"Um."
Fang Rong was overjoyed, thinking she had convinced him. "Then tell me, should they return it or not?"
"No, what's given to me is mine." Fang Hua turned over, half-lying on the bed, her face calm.
It was so hot at night that he had no energy left and was even speaking listlessly.
...
Fang Rong sighed. It seemed that reasoning with him wouldn't work, so he had no choice but to transfer the money. He knew the instructor's number and always sent mission reports directly to it. With today's advanced technology, phone numbers are basically linked to the police, so transferring money to that number was equivalent to transferring money to the police.
He didn't know how much the helmet cost, but since it was similar to the holographic games outside, the price should be about the same, around three or four thousand.
To be honest, Fang Rong felt a little sorry for him. He didn't even earn that much in a month, and his internship salary was so low that it was negligible. He was relying entirely on his previous savings to get by.
Fortunately, Fang Hua was quite ambitious. Not only did he earn twice as much as him every month, but he also found a part-time job.
Fighting in tournaments has basically become a professional activity, with two fixed hours every day and a relatively stable income.
Fang Rong was tempted, but he knew there were many similar games out there, though the special effects were a bit lacking, but the profits were still decent.
It's good to buy the helmets now; they'll be theirs to play with and mess with as they please. The only concern is that it might not be allowed, since these are military items, and regulations state that military technology cannot be taken out of the military region.
Never mind, we'll see when the time comes.
No matter how hot it is, the two of them are still huddled together, and Fang Rong really doesn't have the mood to think about it anymore.
Just as he said, the house was very small, with no toilet or kitchen. If you wanted to cook, you had to set up a square table in the hallway yourself. The toilet was shared, with only one per floor.
The restaurant is downstairs, and the residents are upstairs. There are many people from other places, with more than a dozen households on one floor. Moreover, their work and rest schedules are irregular. Sometimes, the sound of high heels can be heard in the middle of the night, clanging and clattering endlessly.
Fang Rong was alright and could barely adapt, but Fang Hua couldn't. He hardly slept at all, mostly just light sleep, and would wake up at the slightest noise.
Deep sleep only lasts for one or two hours, with most of the time spent awake. If you stay awake for a long time at night, you will naturally lack energy during the day.
Fang Rong first noticed the dark circles under his eyes. "Why don't you go back? This place isn't suitable for you."
"Hmm." Fang Hua yawned and continued to sit cross-legged at the front desk.
He was originally helping out in the kitchen, working for free and only wanting to help Fang Rong. Later, the boss noticed him and saw that he was as delicate as a jade carving, so she simply let him work at the front desk, where he could earn quite a bit of money a day.
Because he is handsome and wears women's clothing, he actually likes wearing skirts. Wearing skirts means he doesn't have to wear underwear and his tail can be let out, which is very comfortable.
He was androgynous to begin with, and when dressed as a woman, he was a stunningly beautiful girl, which attracted many repeat customers to the proprietress. Women are rare these days, and even if there are any, they are kept in wealthy families and are almost never seen. So, most of the customers came to see him.
Everyone came over to ask his name and contact number, but Fang Hua refused them all. He had no interest in playing games and was busy catching up on sleep every day.
Although he was not in the right state of mind, he was not worried at all about losing customers. They were all very considerate and wanted to talk to him more and find an excuse to stay.
Fang Hua didn't care. He was quite lazy in front of others and found it troublesome to say anything more. He usually just answered with "um," "oh," or "hehe."
He adapted quite well to life here, but his only unhappiness was that he had fewer and fewer opportunities to see Fang Rongming because of his busy schedule, even though they were only separated by a wall.
We could meet in the evening, but he still insisted on playing in the arena for an hour or two. As soon as he logged on, he was scolded by the instructor.
"You little brat, you've really grown up. You insulted me yesterday and now you dare not come today. Are you going to get all high and mighty tomorrow?"
"???" Fang Hua looked puzzled.
"Stop pretending to be confused. Tell me honestly, did you scold me yesterday?"
Fang Hua was even more puzzled, "I didn't insult you."
"Who said that?" The instructor sent over yesterday's information.
Fang Hua fell silent after reading it, thinking he had posted it in his sleep, and silently took the blame for Fang Rong.
"I was the one who said that." (⊙﹏⊙), looking completely bewildered.
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