"I'm so sorry to keep troubling you," Fang Rong said politely.
"No trouble at all." Qiu Yuehua was taken aback. Was Fang Hua possessed by a ghost? Why was he being so polite today?
Fang Hua is the kind of person who takes it for granted when others are nice to him. He'll accept any gift you give him without hesitation, but if you try to express your love to him, he'll think, "What the hell?"
In short, he was the kind of person who enjoyed endless kindness from others throughout his life, but only recognized Fang Rong.
This is not without basis. No matter how good others are to him, it is only adding flowers to brocade. Fang Rong is providing charcoal in the snow. No matter how much flowers are added to brocade, it is not as good as providing charcoal in the snow.
When he was still young, he couldn't get enough to eat or drink, and he was bullied by his peers. No one paid attention to him or stood up for him. Only Fang Rong would carefully carry him out, feed him, and put him back.
If he was bullied, he would drive away his companion, let him eat and drink his fill, and then chase him back.
This kind of feeling stems from childhood dependence and trust, the kind that can be remembered for a lifetime.
In Qiu Yuehua's eyes, Fang Hua was indeed a good person, but he was too domineering. She couldn't bring herself to approach him, and if she forced herself to, she would only end up breaking her head.
But everyone has a male god in their heart when it comes to beautiful women. I can't get close to him, but I can still fantasize about him.
Now he gives the impression that he is not only someone you can fantasize about, but also someone you can approach and talk to.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't a little excited. Qiu Yuehua adjusted her military cap and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'd like to ask if anyone has the ability to manipulate objects around them?" He didn't say it was himself, "I'm suddenly very curious and find it quite interesting."
"Why would you suddenly be interested in this?" Qiu Yuehuaxing had no doubts at all. "I don't know about manipulating surrounding objects, but there is someone who can attach their soul to an object and feel its sensations, which is similar to what you said. They can also manipulate objects."
"Really?" Fang Rong's eyes lit up. He was worried about not knowing what his special ability was useful for, always feeling that it was only good for frying rice or getting things.
"Would I lie to you?"
"Do you know this person?" He wanted to ask a few questions.
"I know him, he's my brother." Qiu Yuehuaxing was still a little doubtful. "You don't actually want to get to know him, do you?"
"Hmm, is there a problem?"
"No, no, but my brother is quite busy, so it might not be possible today. Let's do it another day."
His brother is the marshal who only developed superpowers in his twenties. His whole family is a warlord family. His grandfather was a founding marshal, and his father was also a general. Because his son was so promising, he became a marshal in his twenties. Not wanting to be overshadowed by his son, he went to become an instructor himself.
He can teach the newcomers and also pick out a few promising juniors to help his son make connections.
You should know that most promising people come from the ranks of top-notch soldiers. If he teaches them well, they will rise to prominence in the future. This network of connections is priceless.
"Yes, thank you, you're so kind." To be honest, putting aside our personal relationship, the instructor's family was incredibly kind to Fang Hua. It seems I can no longer be prejudiced against him.
"It's okay." Qiu Yuehua blushed a little when praised for the first time. You should know that Fang Hua usually has a cold attitude. Let alone praise, if you say something wrong, he will ignore you for ten days or half a month.
All I can say is that good looks allow him to be capricious, leaving him no choice but to get excited. "Then it's settled. I'll come find you another day."
Fearing that Fang Hua might change his mind, he teleported away without saying a word.
Fang Rong shook her head and logged off as well.
He didn't notice anything amiss with Qiu Yuehuaxing; he just felt she was being overly attentive, but considering their relationship as instructors, he didn't suspect anything.
Another key point is that he is now using Fang Hua's account, but he still thinks it is his own and doesn't think in any other direction, so he is naturally a little slow to react.
Having lived as an ordinary person for over twenty years, no one had ever said they liked him or wanted to pursue him. Only Fang Hua was blind to have fallen for him by accident.
Speaking of Fang Hua, he's still taking extra classes. There's a saying that goes, "If you don't study for a day, you won't see the difference, but if you don't study for a month, your IQ will be lower than a pig's." He's only been away from studying for a few days, and his IQ has almost been lower than a pig's.
When the mock exam came at the end of the month, he was completely exposed. The teacher shook his head while giving him extra lessons and even highlighted the key points so that he could figure it out on his own.
He pondered this from morning till night, and even after everyone had left, he was still sitting in the classroom. The teacher liked his enthusiasm and couldn't help but talk to him for another hour before finally letting him go back.
Fortunately, the maglev train is available 24 hours a day, and it is both fast and stable.
Fang Rong watched him get on the bus when he arrived, so he didn't remember which bus number it was. Now he couldn't find his way around and just got on a random bus. Luckily, that bus also passed by the restaurant where Fang Rong worked, so he managed to find his way back without being kidnapped.
When he returned, Fang Rong had already prepared dinner. Fang Hua usually didn't say it, but he actually disliked the school lunch, so he must have returned hungry. However, he returned too late, and the food was almost cold.
Fang Rong touched it; thankfully, it was warm.
"How did your studies go today?" He took Fang Hua's backpack and rummaged through it, finding today's end-of-month test paper, where the glaring 52 points were a bit irritating.
"How come there's such a big difference?" He usually scores in the nineties, but he hasn't gone for just a few days and the difference is so huge.
Fang Hua felt a little guilty and held the bowl without saying a word.
"Never mind, do better next time." Considering that it was her fault that he had to drop out of school for a few days, which caused his grades to plummet, Fang Rong didn't criticize him too much.
He waited until Fang Hua finished eating, cleaned up the dishes, and then took a washbasin to take a bath, not forgetting to drag Fang Hua along.
Fang Hua had already gotten used to being forced to take a bath, so she naturally followed suit.
The shower was still a mess. Halfway through, he suddenly ran to the corner and squatted down, so Fang Rong slapped him back.
"Are you a woman? What's the meaning of squatting to pee?"
Fang Hua was taken aback. "Weren't you squatting too?"
"Does it make a difference if I use my main account and you use your alt account?"
"Oh," he exclaimed, suddenly realizing, "So that's how it is."
Completely bewildered (âīšâ)
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