"Really?" Fang Rong bowed deeply. "Then... thank you for your trouble."
"No trouble at all." The old man waved his hand. "My grandson is a general in the Southern District. I'll have him take you there tomorrow so you can put your mind at ease."
"Alright, thank you, old man." Fang Rong bowed again. "If you ever need anything in the future, I will go through fire and water for you."
The old man put down his chopsticks. "I've been waiting for you to say that."
"Hmm?" Fang Rong asked, puzzled.
"I don't have any wishes now, I just hope that my children and grandchildren can come and visit often and taste my cooking."
"No problem," Fang Rong assured, patting his chest. "I'll teach the old man everything I know."
"Hahaha, okay." The two looked at each other and laughed, reaching an agreement.
Fang Rong used connections again, similar to the last time, yet different, but all for Fang Hua's sake.
Last time it was because of Fang Hua's potential, this time it's his own. The old man values his potential, so he's willing to help him. But Fang Hua must also be part of the reason, after all, Fang Hua is a rare talent.
Just like last time, transfer students are not welcome unless you are exceptionally outstanding, able to stand shoulder to shoulder with someone like Fang Hua, and have outstanding looks.
Fang Rongguang lost out in terms of looks, but he gained superpowers, and his superpowers became stronger and stronger. His body also became better and better, his pores became smaller and smaller, and there was almost no pimple on his face. His wheat-colored skin also met the aesthetic standards of the military region.
Of course, it would be even better if it were fair and tender.
He wasn't bad-looking; he was just average-looking. His long arms and legs and slender figure gave him a lot of points, and his almost bald head made him look even more energetic.
In short, it neither adds nor subtracts points; it's just okay to look at.
In terms of excellence, he can be considered decent; while not exceptionally talented or outstanding, he is certainly better than the average person.
He has a mecha, and his superpowers came much later, after more than twenty years of accumulation. This gives him a much higher starting point than people who are born with superpowers, and now he is making rapid progress, with his abilities increasing rapidly.
Moreover, his superpowers are of a strange and unusual kind, silent and unpredictable, making them impossible to defend against.
"Hey, newbie, bring your plate over here." Considering that Fang Hua was resented the first time for eating an extra chicken leg, Fang Rong was smarter this time and put the chicken leg further away. Now, he had a plate of green vegetables in front of him.
The Federal Assembly is in a hurry right now. Both the Eastern and Southern Districts are extremely busy, with training sessions coming one after another that just won't stop. So he can't go out for lunch and has to eat at the military district.
"Hey, why aren't you moving?" the person on the other end asked impatiently.
Fang Rong stood up and switched the positions of the bok choy and chicken leg, putting the bok choy on his side and the chicken leg on her side.
Someone secretly moved his stool away from behind.
He pretended not to know, and calmly sat down, picking up a chicken leg for himself.
Compared to vegetables, meat is definitely tastier. Since we can't avoid it, we might as well face it head-on.
"Hey, one chicken leg each, why are you eating two?"
Fang Rong flipped the chicken leg over, found a good spot, and started to eat.
"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"
The chef's cooking skills are lacking; this chicken leg still has blood in it.
"You fucking..."
The man slammed his hand on the table, so hard that a lot of food spilled out.
Fang Rong then looked up and asked, "Huh? Are you talking to me?"
"Who else but you?"
Fang Rong laughed, "I thought you were talking to God, with your nostrils pointing to the sky."
puff!
A burst of laughter erupted in the dining hall.
The man's face turned red with embarrassment. "You've got guts, kid. Stay here tonight and don't leave."
"Are you planning to call my parents to discipline me?" Fang Rong's smile deepened. "Are you still a three-year-old?"
This scene seems familiar; recalling it, wasn't the Great Sage like this before?
However, the target was Fang Hua, and the intention was different. The Great Sage had a sense of admiration for Fang Hua, and became angry because Fang Hua ignored him.
This is definitely someone coming to cause him trouble; the implications are completely different.
However, he is no longer the same as before, someone who can be bullied by others.
Sometimes it's like that: the more you soften, the tougher they become; the tougher you become, the more they soften.
Just like when two people are dating, if one is honest, the other must be capable, because if you are not strong, then I have to be strong myself.
That's how it is between him and Fang Hua. Although Fang Hua is strong in martial arts, he is not assertive and is easily taken advantage of. So Fang Rong became stronger. He wanted to protect Fang Hua and not let him suffer losses. Otherwise, Fang Hua would be ripped off when he buys groceries, and the two of them would not be able to make a living and would starve.
"Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?" The man was much taller than Fang Rong, and looking down at her, he did have a certain imposing presence.
Fang Rong is not the same person he used to be, easily frightened and willing to tolerate things. "I thought you were deliberately picking a fight, 'kid'."
The word "little friend" was emphasized, but its meaning is unclear.
Enraged, the man raised his hand to slap him, but Fang Rong intercepted it and executed a skillful over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the man to the ground with a thud.
He was prepared, and so was the other person, who used his elbow to press against his neck. However, he did not expect that Fang Rong's special ability was to control all the objects around him, including clothes and a certain organ.
To control a person requires controlling their mind, which is very difficult. Fang Rong didn't have that ability, but controlling just one arm was still possible, so the over-the-shoulder throw was executed perfectly.
Click!
Fang Rong stomped on the shoulder of the person he wanted to hit, so hard that the bones cracked.
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