"You..." Zhang Yang was under pressure and really didn't dare to move, but his face turned red, clearly he was very angry.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the cafeteria fell silent.
"No bullets." Fang Rong grinned, his smile full of cunning. "Look how scared you are. It's just a game."
"You son of a bitch!" Zhang Yang cursed, "Is this even a game?"
"How is this not a game?" Fang Rong said casually. "You playing baseball with him is a game, so why isn't me playing shooting games with you a game?"
“You…” Zhang Yang’s fingers trembled, still unable to shake off the fear he had just experienced.
"What's wrong with me?" Fang Rong put away her gun and slowly walked towards him.
The spatial necklace flashed, and the mecha automatically attached itself to him, completely enveloping him. "You're not satisfied?"
The broadsword flashed, and Fang Rong lifted his chin. "Want to fight?"
Zhang Yang glared at him with hatred, his eyes filled with a look that seemed to want to devour him.
"If you're not satisfied, then defeat me fair and square. Don't always bully newcomers. If they ever rise to power, the first thing they'll do is slap you in the face." Mo Dao patted his face horizontally, "Until it's swollen."
Since we've already offended them, we might as well offend them thoroughly and turn them into enemies completely.
Some enemies need to be brought into the open, otherwise they might secretly stab you in the back, which would be impossible to guard against.
"If we can't fight today, let's do it another day." Fang Rong sheathed his Mo Dao and stretched. "I'm tired today anyway."
Zhang Yang has been thoroughly intimidated and will not act rashly for the time being. In a couple of days, he will look back and realize how cowardly he was and why he didn't fight back.
Of course, Fang Rong had also experienced that sense of powerlessness, and he deeply understood the pain involved.
It hurts even more than the injuries on my body.
To prevent Zhang Yang from realizing he should throw a hidden weapon at him, Fang Rong gathered up his plates and left.
If he keeps sitting here, Zhang Yang might see him and, in a fit of anger, grab a stick and hit him. That would be hilarious.
Fang Rong puts the plates into the sink, where a robot will clean them up.
He had just finished eating and washed his hands and face, at least to remove the oil.
The tap next to them was turned on, and the boy squeezed in.
"Thank you for just now."
"You're welcome." Fang Rong turned off the tap and moved to a spot a little further away to continue washing.
"Why are you avoiding me?" The boy turned off the tap and continued to stand beside him.
"You figured it out, yet you still came over?" Fang Rong glanced at him.
When he returned to the military region, he didn't want to make any friends. Making friends was too tiring, and these people were only interested in his potential. If he had no potential at all and remained the same as before, they would definitely treat him the same way.
So it's better not to know any of them, so that if you get attacked, you can just deal with it as it comes.
In fact, Zhang Yang has some reason to be so arrogant. Although he doesn't have a mecha and his superpowers aren't as strong as Fang Rongqiang's, his father is an instructor, which is why he can act so domineeringly.
However, his father did not know that those who could become instructors all possessed a certain degree of integrity. The instructors had high expectations of him, but unfortunately, he was not up to par, so they simply gave up and left him to fend for himself.
Like Fang Hua's instructor, he had two sons. Once one became successful, he let the other go free.
Zhang Yang is the type of person who is given freedom, so his achievements are no longer important; let him have fun if he wants to.
He was also quite clever, and although his father kept him under his nose, he lived a carefree life, doing whatever he wanted in the military region by recruiting followers.
He's made a mess of the military region, and the atmosphere is even worse than in the east. No wonder he wasn't given a mecha. If he had, wouldn't he have flown to the heavens?
However, the instructor only has two sons. He raised the elder son with hardship and the younger son with pampering. Given how much he dotes on him, it's impossible for him not to give him the mecha.
The problem lies here: the instructor took on a disciple who was exceptionally intelligent, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and humble and polite. He was clearly destined for great things. Unfortunately, he was also in the same military region, competing with Zhang Yang for favor.
Zhang Yang was initially considered a genius, but his father's apprentice completely outshone him. He was neither good at literature nor martial arts, and he couldn't even match his best skill in picking up girls.
Zhang Yang was naturally dissatisfied, so he refused to do anything his father's apprentice did, and did everything his father's apprentice refused to do.
Just like grumbling, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the two have become increasingly different in personality. One is arrogant and domineering, while the other is polite and courteous. Of course, the latter is more popular.
However, Zhang Yang arrived earlier than him and had won over some close associates. Every day, they plotted and schemed against him, but his father's apprentice remained unmoved and continued to do his own thing as usual.
The two appear to be good friends, but in reality, they are mortal enemies, especially Zhang Yang, who hates him to the core. Fortunately, he is usually very busy with his tasks and rarely has time to get together, otherwise his father's apprentice would have stopped him from bullying Zhang Yang even if it was just for show.
Actually, his father's apprentice was Fang Rong's rival. Fang Rong had met him once, and putting everything else aside, his demeanor alone was admirable. Moreover, he was handsome and dashing, and knew when to advance and when to retreat.
We should learn from him.
"Isn't this to thank you?" the boy said with a grin.
"No need, it's nothing." Fang Rong shook the water off her hands and jogged into the bathroom.
He probably drank too much just now, and now he feels like he needs to urinate, and it hurts a lot in his back. He wants to see what's wrong.
I didn't bring a mirror, only the one in the bathroom, which wasn't very good. Luckily, I had a camera.
Take a picture with the camera on your computer to see what's going on. Is there any bleeding?
He closed the toilet door. The toilet wasn't well-lit, and once the door was closed, it was completely dark. You couldn't even see anything, let alone take a picture.
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