Although Fang Hua has wings, it is still classified as a feline, after all, it is covered in fur, has agile limbs, likes to climb trees, and is afraid of water.
He runs faster than a rabbit when he takes a bath, while his usual slow pace is slower than that of an eighty-year-old woman.
Of course, that's under the condition that there is no crisis. He had seen Fang Hua fight, and to be honest, he was quite handsome.
He possesses the kind of spirit that allows him to remain unmoved even when facing a massive enemy force, which is quite intimidating.
Fang Rong closed his eyes and slept a little to the side. They were used to it, so he always slept on the outside and Fang Hua on the inside. This was because he got up more often at night, while Fang Hua could lie still all night without any problems and got up less often, so he always slept on the inside.
Normally it's quite convenient, but today I suddenly had to get up more often at night, almost every few minutes. Fang Rong could feel the bed creaking, as if someone stepped over me and then stepped back a moment later, covered in sweat.
This guy is so afraid of water, I would never believe he would take a bath on his own initiative, so there must be some kind of secret he's hiding.
He got up again.
It has to be said that youth is an asset. If an ordinary person were to go through this kind of back-and-forth struggle, they would have withered long ago and wouldn't be able to stand up for a day or two. But he seemed to have endless energy, getting up again not long after lying down.
He was an orc after all. Even though he didn't look very strong, was short, and had an androgynous appearance, an orc was still an orc. Fang Hua was a strong orc among orcs, possessing several superpowers, which was unprecedented in the whole country.
This is also why Meng Xiuyuan kept trying to protect him. Like a human killing machine, if trained well, he can become a super weapon, one person being worth hundreds of people.
His potential is limitless, and even without being explicitly stated, the discerning instructors still recognized it.
He was an old-fashioned man, and although he had an eccentric temper, he was upright and honest. Once he started to appreciate talent, he paid special attention to Fang Hua, and Fang Hua lived up to his expectations, never letting him down.
It's like a melon that you planted accidentally sprouted and grew better and better than you expected, even more perfect than you imagined. You can imagine how he felt – proud and honored.
The other colleagues felt the same way. When a new recruit quickly surpassed them, they were naturally dissatisfied. But when he surpassed them by too much, they had no choice but to admire him. In addition, Fang Hua was naturally beautiful, and in this burly group, she was like a fairy descended from heaven. It seemed reasonable that a whole company would line up to talk to her and make friends with her.
As dawn approached, Fang Hua finally calmed down. He hadn't slept well again that night, and it seemed there was another reason for his insomnia. However, he had lost a lot of energy yesterday, and today he was drooping his head, listless, and his dark circles were even more noticeable.
Fortunately, he didn't have to get up early to cook; that was Fang Rong's job. The mornings were much quieter. The night owl finally couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep, and the little brat stopped causing trouble.
He took advantage of this time to sleep for a while, but the noise from Fang Rong cooking and simmering still kept him awake. However, he liked Fang Rong, so whatever Fang Rong did was right and good. He didn't find it annoying and could forgive her even if she made noise.
Fang Rong was unaware of his ulterior motives. She woke him up after cooking. They were eating with the landlord, who lived next door. The food was cooked downstairs, and they ate four dishes and a soup together.
The owners, a couple, also have a child who needs to be taken to school every morning, so they usually start cooking very early, generally before seven o'clock.
That little kid looked to be three or five years old and was still in kindergarten. Even at such a young age, he was obsessed with looks. He kept sitting next to Fang Hua, giving him food, running over every now and then to pick up a vegetable or a piece of meat for him.
Fang Hua wasn't bad-tempered, but he was very stubborn. He would resolutely refuse to eat anything given to him by others, and not only that, he would try to throw it away. As soon as he took the food out of the bowl with his tongs, Fang Rong knew what he was going to do and quickly kicked him.
He paused for a moment, glanced down at the table, and then continued to pick out the food the little kid had put in his bowl.
The child looked at him with a wronged expression and a nervous look, as if he was about to cry at any moment.
The little boy probably doesn't understand why he was rejected. After all, although technology is advanced now and children can be born through surrogacy, the country has clear regulations that prohibit having a second child.
In other words, each person can only have one child, so every child is a treasure in the family, and parents, siblings and other relatives dote on them.
The proprietress's face darkened, and she secretly felt sorry for her son, "Guoguo, stop making a fuss, your brother doesn't like to eat meat."
Fang Hua picked up a piece of meat.
"Um," the proprietress changed the subject, "maybe my brother doesn't like vegetables either."
Fang Hua picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks.
"..."
This is so awkward.
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