Fang Rong suddenly remembered that before Fang Hua was accepted by the military, he killed and ate people, and he always had a strong smell of blood on him that he could not wash off.
"Don't think I can't find you just because you don't tell me where you are. To tell you the truth, I'm in the car right now, and I'm going to bring you back by force this time."
He was persistent in helping Fang Hua, just like a teacher who would rather spend his own money to help a student who is good at studying but comes from a poor family. This is not only for Fang Hua's sake but also for his own. He would never forget his kindness in educating Fang Hua when he becomes successful in the future. He would consider Fang Hua his parents in a second life.
Fang Rong was startled and quickly stepped out of the helmet.
He originally thought that he could just disappear silently and no one would pay attention. The instructors would also hope that he would be more self-disciplined. Everything was going very smoothly, but then Fang Hua came along.
Fang Hua's talent is unparalleled, and there are few precedents in the world. He is extremely important to the military, and they are willing to pay a price to bring him back. You must know that Fang Hua himself is a traitor, extremely dangerous. If it weren't for his huge potential, he would have been eliminated long ago. Why would they have recruited him?
But once they've successfully recruited them, why would they easily give up?
The menacing footsteps slowly approached. The instructor, dressed in military uniform, stepped off the military maglev vehicle, followed by other elite soldiers. They formed two teams to surround the small dining area, expelling all unauthorized personnel.
Many people were kicked out before they could even react, including the onlookers.
Fang Hua was still asleep and ignored the noise, simply changing his position to continue sleeping.
The instructor saw him as soon as he came in, and without saying a word, grabbed his hand and said, "Come back with me."
He looked self-righteous, like a father who was disappointed in his son and trying to teach him a lesson.
Fang Hua's long eyelashes trembled. She opened her eyes and glanced at him, but then closed them again, showing no interest, and remained still even as he pulled her.
"You've changed so much in just a few days!" The instructor yelled, pointing at his clothes. "Dressed like that, neither male nor female, do you even look like a man?"
Fang Hua remained unmoved. He straightened his shirt, which had been pulled askew, and his red skirt was half-tucked between his legs, vaguely revealing his fair calves. His sexiness was no less than that of a woman.
"Where's Fang Rong?" The instructor looked around but didn't see Fang Rong. He couldn't help but ask, "He's the one who's brought you into this state. How come I haven't seen him?"
Fang Hua tilted his head and looked into the inner room. Behind it was the kitchen, which was covered by a simple curtain. Because the lighting was dim, the lights had to be turned on even during the day, and now they were faintly emitting a yellowish light.
Fang Rong was cooking in the kitchen when an online order came in. He was initially hesitant to accept it because he felt guilty, but then he thought there was nothing to be guilty about and continued cooking.
As the heat rose and the aroma of food gradually filled the room, he finally calmed down, suppressed his panic, and became more and more adept at operating the equipment.
Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and the instructor entered, bringing with him a chilling aura.
Fang Rong had overheard the conversation and knew his purpose. "If he's here to confront me, he should spend some time figuring out how to persuade Fang Hua to go back."
He stirred the food with the spoon, adding fuel to the fire, "After all, his presence here would only cause me trouble. It would be easier for me if you took him back."
There was no reply from behind. The instructor suddenly fell silent. He remembered what the general had said: "Where Fang Rong is, Fang Hua will be. Rather than forcibly binding Fang Hua, it's better to persuade Fang Rong."
Meng Xiuyuan was more concerned about Fang Hua than anyone else, after all, he was the one who recruited him, and he would be fully responsible if anything happened to him. However, he was too busy lately and could not spare the time. In his busy schedule, he could only instruct his subordinates to take care of him.
The military region is a place with strict discipline. No one can skip any level. His original intention was to give some leeway, but as the reports went down the chain of command, it became "giving some leeway".
Everyone has a different understanding. Fortunately, the instructor was an honest person who thought that a general should not bully two new recruits, so he naturally thought that he should take care of them.
However, he also had his own standards. He could clearly tell who was good and who was bad, even if it was a little more or less. So he didn't like Fang Rong. After all, they were too different, and her personality was not pleasing. She was like a sissy, like a little wife.
Fang Hua is not as good as him. He is bold and decisive, intelligent and reserved. He is ruthless when he needs to be and decisive when he needs to be. Of course, this is the impression he gives to others.
In Fang Rong's eyes, he was a child who needed to be taken care of from head to toe. Otherwise, he would not say anything, and gradually certain things would become lacking.
Is this the difference between how you present yourself in public and how you act in private?
The instructor took off his military cap, revealing slightly weathered black hair, interspersed with a few gray hairs.
He's getting on in years, so he desperately needs an outstanding apprentice who can learn all his skills and surpass him in the future, so that he can proudly boast after retirement, "This is the person I trained."
However, this small wish seemed to become difficult; he found a candidate, but the candidate was not willing.
"Fang Rong," he lowered his voice, "tell me, why did you leave the army and take Fang Hua with you?"
“I didn’t take Fang Hua away,” Fang Rong corrected him. “He came here on his own. Don’t you know why I left?”
The instructors knew the atmosphere in the military region better than anyone else. They had once been part of it, climbing their way up through hard work and struggle. Now that they had no more ambition, they had stepped down to teach instructors and lead a few soldiers.
In fact, he had secretly encouraged this trend, believing that those who achieve great things must know how to be patient and have an indomitable spirit, and that the more they are suppressed, the longer they will grow.
However, he overlooked one thing: Fang Rong was just an ordinary person. Generally, those who can become first-class elite soldiers are people with some basic skills and can climb up quickly.
Fang Rong has no right to fight others, and is not even qualified to do so, because he would definitely suffer a loss due to his inherent disadvantages.
He needed encouragement, preferably a precedent, even inspirational words would do, but there was none. Every day he received nothing but criticism, being told to leave or get lost. Under such circumstances, even God wouldn't have the courage to persevere, let alone someone who wasn't that strong to begin with.
Therefore, withdrawing seems reasonable.
"I'm sorry." The instructor bowed his head for the first time, his straight back seemingly bending in an instant, carrying an air of vicissitude. "I was prejudiced against you and paid too little attention to you."
Fang Rong once read a book that said there are three types of people in the world who are most pitiful: soldiers, kings, and the elderly.
Two of them were instructors, or rather, three. He was once an invincible general who had never bowed his head. But now that he was old, he couldn't straighten his back anymore.
In fact, it was none of his business. He said he paid too little attention to Fang Rong, but in reality, Meng Xiuyuan didn't pay much attention either. He just listened to the reports from below every day.
"fine."
"fine."
Everything was fine every day, so he was relieved, which is why this happened.
You said if you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?
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