At first, he wasn't good at it and would make mistakes from time to time. But he became more and more skilled. If he kicked someone in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, the person would immediately get up and carry him to the toilet.
You said it would be nice to give the shoes back to him, but he just wouldn't. He even washed the shoes he was wearing. Shoes are the hardest to dry; they can take days to dry. And the slippers are locked in the closet; they're not some kind of treasure.
Fang Rong was actually fine now. He could walk on his own, and he even walked around on the bed when Fang Hua left. The pain had subsided, and the swelling was getting smaller and smaller, so it didn't affect his life anymore.
Fang Hua knew that he checked every day, and this was the most shameful part. No matter how much Fang Rong scolded or hit him, after he finished hitting him, he would continue to check his legs. After the check, he would obediently kneel in the corner, and when he lifted his clothes, his body was covered with marks from being pinched.
Serves you right!
Fang Rong turned a blind eye. As soon as he made a mistake and went astray, he immediately pinched him again. Who told him to like to raid him in the middle of the night, hold him while he slept, and while holding him, he would start touching him, but of course, it was just touching.
One day, when she touched his rear, Fang Rong was startled. "What do you want to do? My back isn't healed yet, and I can't even go to the toilet right now."
"I'm just touching it." Fang Hua obediently withdrew his hand. "If you can't get it out, I'll help you pry it off, okay?"
"Get out." Fang Rong pinched him again, leaving him covered in red marks.
Time passed by unnoticed, and he had already taken seven or eight days off. Both the instructors and teachers were getting impatient and started calling Fang Rong, putting him under immense pressure.
In fact, his injuries had basically healed, but he was afraid that Fang Hua would take advantage of him again, so he pretended to be very weak. Fang Hua probably knew this, but he cooperated and did not expose him, and continued to busy himself with other things every day.
"Go back now, I'm all better." Fang Hua's eyes lit up immediately when he said this.
"It's only outside, the inside isn't ready yet, don't think about it." He pushed Fang Hua, "If we don't go back soon, the instructor will yell at us again."
"Oh." Fang Hua's eyes darkened. "Then I'll be going."
"Hmm." Fang Rong felt much more relaxed as soon as he left. She no longer needed to pretend to be weak. She had been lying down for so many days and was almost ruined. Her legs were weak.
Going to work is easy for him now; he doesn't even have to stand all day and can control everything while lying in his armchair.
Moreover, he gradually became able to multitask, and the kitchen, being his domain, became his area of expertise.
The order was processed in a few minutes. He still preferred the Supreme Arena, so he took advantage of Fang Hua's absence to go and check it out. After a few days away, the Supreme Arena was still peaceful. He fought two matches and won both.
Yesterday, chasing that petty thief gave him a lot of practical combat experience, the kind that's not available on the Supreme Arena. It was thrilling and exciting, and he was always worried about losing his life. Moreover, he accidentally discovered that Fang Hua, that little brat, actually had much better combat experience than him, easily deflecting his attacks and subduing him in a few moves.
If he were a bad person, he would be dead by now.
This is truly an unfortunate discovery.
So although Fang Hua is a bit shameless, always thinking about having fun, and you can stare at his butt all day, he still has his merits. In terms of fighting strength, you definitely can't beat him.
Oh dear, I forgot to use my superpower in that panic that day!
This is a huge loophole. Superpowers are a powerful weapon, and he actually forgot to use them. Even if he used them, he still wouldn't be able to win, but if he didn't use them, he would be even less likely to win.
It seems I still need to learn from Fang Hua. Actually, there's no way to learn from him. Fang Hua is a naturally slow-paced person who is never nervous. No matter the situation, even if there is a life-threatening danger, he can remain calm and even calmly sew up his own stitches.
When he first sneaked into Fang Rong's house, he was covered in wounds and on the verge of death. He had a huge gash in his chest, the kind where you could see the bone, but he was still able to calmly stitch himself up. His composure was truly admirable.
It is said that the more you see, the less you will be surprised. However, Fang Hua spent the whole year in the laboratory, so where would he see anything? Therefore, Fang Rong was extremely envious of his innate temperament.
He is also trying his best to learn so that he can remain calm in the face of danger, just like Fang Hua.
"Help me, I want my dad..."
He suddenly remembered the boy from yesterday, struggling desperately with the little thief holding him under his arm.
For real combat, we need to fight with real guns and ammunition. The best way is to use our superpowers to fight real people in real life, just like we did a few days ago. That's real training.
Fang Hua was sometimes taken away by the instructors during the day, and he would come back with injuries. He must have been taken to some place for practical training by the instructors, which is why he was so good.
The instructor didn't like Fang Rong, so it was definitely not feasible for him to take care of her. Therefore, he had to come up with a better way to train her on his own.
The target is those petty thieves and scoundrels. Weapons need to be prepared, because there won't always be a clothesline for them to control.
Weapons are made of wire. Wire is strong and generally won't cause problems. However, it would be troublesome if you encounter someone with superpowers. Wire is iron after all, and if the superpower is fire, it will melt in no time.
Fang Hua was able to heat water with fire, and he controlled it well so it didn't burn. Other fire-elemental users wouldn't be so kind.
There are also those with metal-based abilities; metal is their domain, and anyone who tries to get close to them will die in no time.
It must be something that is sharp yet won't break easily, and it must be very fine so that it's not easily noticeable. Most importantly, it cannot be made of gold.
This is problematic, as this material is almost non-existent on the market.
Are we going to auction it off on the black market?
However, even if he went to the black market, he might not be able to find it, and he didn't even know how to get there.
It seems we'll have to manufacture the materials ourselves.
If all else fails, a rope will do. It's impossible to cut a hair with a breath like the instructor said, but Fang Rong still didn't give up and asked for advice online.
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