He took off his helmet and, in a fit of anger, kicked it.
Fang Hua sensed it in the game and exited the game as well, looking at him with a bewildered expression.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." He put his helmet back on, feeling incredibly frustrated that even he hadn't been recognized.
It's so obvious, it's just missing the big words "I am Fang Hua".
Still can't you recognize me?
It would be a lie to say he wasn't angry. Fang Rong ignored him and went to do the quest by himself. He was doing well in the newbie zone, considered a pro, and basically won every game he played.
It probably stemmed from the fact that I kept losing money and feeling heartbroken when using Fang Hua's account, so I couldn't help but think that if I did this or that, I might win.
So he started to devise a plan: when choosing a fire ability, he would choose a waterside location, and when choosing a water ability, he would choose an earthside location, thus gaining a geographical advantage. If he couldn't choose, he wouldn't fight.
His special ability requires him to rely on mountains and rivers, and to win by relying on the environment. This is mostly an advantage, but it is also his weakness. If he doesn't have any usable tools around him, he's doomed and can only wait to die.
He always thought it would always be like this, until one day the instructor suddenly sent him a friend request.
Fang Rong hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted.
The instructor seemed to have been observing him for a long time, and went straight to the point: "You can't do this. No one can tell yet, but if you keep going, people will have a hold on you."
Fang Rong knew this too, but he couldn't think of a solution. "Then what should I do?"
The instructor sent me a video, and when I opened it, it turned out to be his combat log. In the video, he was fighting against a water-powered opponent. The water-powered opponent was skilled in manipulating water and was standing on the water. The two were locked in a stalemate for a long time and neither could gain the upper hand.
Normally, he would never choose this scenario, but the system is fair. You've chosen so many times, so someone else has to choose once, right?
He felt a chill when he saw that the villa he had chosen was a huge swimming pool in the yard, which would be perfect for the water-powered person.
Making things easier for the enemy is just asking for trouble for yourself. Although both of them can manipulate water, one can completely control it, turning water into a dragon or an insect at will, while the other can only roughly control it, using a container to hold it. The difference is quite significant.
Fang Rong looked around and found that the villa had many windows. Many windows meant many curtains, so he manipulated the curtains to rush in from all directions and strangled the other person while he was drowning.
Water-based abilities may seem gentle and weak, but they are anything but gentle when used. He was enveloped in water, struggling to breathe, his face turning red from holding his breath, and he finally managed to defeat his opponent.
"If the curtain in your hand were lethal, he would be dead already," the instructor warned him.
Does this mean, "I lack a lethal weapon?"
Moreover, this weapon is related to curtains.
"Hmm." The instructor nodded. "Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was a kind of extremely sharp golden silk in the Western Regions that could easily cut off heads and hair. Although it has been lost, it can still be imitated with today's technology."
"Really?" Fang Rong's face lit up with joy.
"Of course it's true, would I lie to you?"
"Thank you for your guidance, instructor." He was sensible and saluted without saying a word.
"No need to thank me, you should thank Fang Hua, he changed your life."
Fang Hua?
Fang Rong was stunned. Indeed, she really had to thank him. Without him, she might still be a zookeeper.
Actually, apart from being ostracized, he did quite well in the military region and learned a lot. However, he was a newcomer after all and needed encouragement and rewards.
Only after tasting the sweetness will people be motivated to work. The stick and the sugar must be used together; if you only use the stick, people will be driven away.
"Don't worry, instructor, I will do my best."
"Yes." The instructor nodded. "I also hope you will rejoin the military region in your new capacity."
Fang Rong's gaze sharpened, and his mood improved considerably. It seemed that the instructor also thought highly of him.
He logged off, deciding to reward Fang Hua handsomely.
This kid seems a bit off today.
He took off his helmet and found Fang Hua staring at him intently. "You have a helmet now too."
Why does that tone sound so sour?
"Will you ignore me now that you have a helmet?"
"No, you're overthinking it." It's just that I've become busier since I got the helmet.
"You didn't ask me anything about school today," Fang Hua said, looking aggrieved. "You clearly don't love me anymore."
"Darling, darling, I'll go prepare something delicious for you right away." Fang Rong patted his head.
If he were to be touched on the head occasionally, Fang Hua would inevitably fall for him, going limp and willingly letting him be touched.
He touched her from head to back, and Fang Hua lay on the bed and took the initiative to lift her clothes, exposing her belly, "Touch here too."
Fang Rong slapped him on the stomach with a loud thud. He clutched his stomach, seemingly both resisting and welcoming the slap.
"Come back and touch it again. I'll go make you something to eat now." That's the good thing about being a chef. The kitchen is downstairs, with all kinds of seasonings, and the food tastes and smells delicious.
This time I made cola chicken wings, the kind you can eat for a long time.
Fang Hua was sexually frustrated; eating chicken wings could satisfy him for a long time, and then he would obediently go to bed.
When he brought it over, Fang Hua was facing away from him, holding a pitcher of cold water and watering the flowers.
He heard that growing flowers and plants would make the house cooler and the air fresher, so he secretly moved two flowers from the garden. He had only been growing them for a few days, so he couldn't see any effect yet.
"Something on your mind?" Fang Rong placed the cola chicken wings on the table, surprisingly ignoring the delicious aroma.
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