Only after experiencing it firsthand did I realize how terrifying Fang Hua was. His strength was so great that it seemed he could break his arm. What's worse, he also knew how to fight and easily subdued him.
Fang Rong's resistance was futile; he still managed to pull off her underwear and spread her buttocks to examine her.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through him. Fang Hua had already inserted her fingers and forcefully pried them apart until she saw the tender pink flesh inside. Only then did she feel relieved and regain her usual gentle expression. She hugged him from behind. "I came to find you as soon as I smelled your scent." His tone was still somewhat aggrieved. "Don't hit me. I'll kneel on the washboard when we get home."
"Get out." Fang Rong was enraged. It was one thing for him to act like this at home, but now he was acting like this outside as well. Moreover, he didn't believe her and had to check her over again before he would believe her.
"Please don't scold me, okay?" Fang Hua said sadly. "Every time you scold me, I get so hurt."
"Fine." Fang Rong pushed his hand away. "If you're not leaving, I'll leave."
His anger hadn't subsided when he pushed open the door and walked out. Fang Hua refused to let go and even kicked him.
"Don't be angry." Fang Hua, despite being hit twice, still clung tightly to his waist. "I won't do it again next time."
"You want a next time?" Fang Rong tried to pry it open but couldn't, so he simply bent down and bit it. He used a lot of force, and a tooth mark immediately appeared on Fang Hua's hand. He didn't struggle and just let Fang Rong bite him.
Fang Rong realized she was being irrelevant and stopped. "Let me go first. I don't want to see you right now."
Fang Hua still wouldn't let go. "Then when do you want to see me?"
"Let me go first, or you'll never see me again!" Fang Rong roared.
Fang Hua glanced cautiously at his expression, then slowly released her grip. "I was really wrong, sob sob~"
Before Fang Rong could even cry, he started crying instead. Usually, Fang Rong would soften at this point and stop caring about anything, but today she only paused for a moment before quickening her pace to leave.
Fang Hua cried harder and harder. When she ran out of energy from crying in the toilet, she came out and stood behind Fang Rong like a submissive wife.
As soon as he arrived, Fang Rong would leave, and as soon as Fang Rong left, he would continue to follow. The two of them chased each other from one side to the other, and then from the other side to this side, playing a game of cat and mouse on the playground.
With a bang, the game began. The scouts entered the lawn, and those who crossed the red line lost and were eliminated.
Fang Rong put on the mecha suit with a blank expression, took the Mo Dao in his hand, and charged down, with Fang Hua following closely behind.
The four coaches, who rarely get together, are having a pleasant conversation and seem to have known each other for a long time. They are now standing side by side on the sidelines, pointing and gesturing.
The chances of being eliminated in group battles are high, but Fang Rong isn't worried; he can still make it to the last 100.
Moreover, with his mecha on his body, most people wouldn't bother him, since people who own mecha are usually powerful figures, even if his is just a weakling.
On the contrary, many people from Fang Hua's side came to find him in groups. It was because he had attracted too much hatred and never gave anyone any face. He threw everyone out, regardless of whether they were acquaintances or not. It was too embarrassing.
So they all seemed to have planned it together and came from all directions to surround Fang Hua.
"Keep him occupied!"
Two vines were wrapped around his body, and countless people were pulling on the vines to prevent him from breaking free. Fang Hua roared to the sky.
Grabbing the vines on both sides with both hands, they pushed off with their feet, spinning them around faster and faster. Several people who couldn't hold on were sent flying into the air, knocking those behind them off as well.
The group's strength was easily defeated; they had already been scattered by him. They gathered together in twos and threes, still unwilling to give up, preparing to deal with him again.
Fang Hua stomped his foot heavily, and countless electric currents surged from the ground, causing ordinary people to foam at the mouth.
He didn't care, he flipped his hands, and two vines flew out, binding whoever they encountered. Those who were lucky escaped, while those who were unlucky were tossed around like gourds.
He was so fierce that he eliminated more than 30 people by himself, which scared everyone into stopping and hesitating.
After some consideration, they decided not to continue, as they knew they would be eliminated if they did.
The group battles have reached a fever pitch, with fewer and fewer people remaining on the field. These remaining players are mostly the elite of the elite, making them increasingly difficult to handle.
Fang Hua seemed to know this, and would occasionally hover around him, helping him deal with his opponents, and then looking at him with a fawning expression.
Fang Rong snorted coldly and continued fighting, while keeping her distance from him.
Time ticked by, and finally only one hundred people remained on the field. The instructors had them draw lots to determine their opponents.
Ten-minute halftime break.
Fang Rong sat on a chair on the playground. Fang Hua came over. He didn't say anything, just sat there quietly, occasionally tilting his head to look at Fang Rong. "Fang Rong, why don't you take off your helmet? It's so hot."
As soon as he spoke, Fang Rong turned away and ignored him. Fang Hua was a little disappointed. He looked around, grabbed a piece of cardboard from someone, and stood behind Fang Rong to fan him.
"That way it won't be hot anymore." The sycophant's behavior attracted a large crowd.
They probably can't understand it no matter how hard they try, when did Fang Hua become so approachable, even acting like a little brother and following him around?
"Fang Hua, who is this? Why don't you introduce him?" The instructor pulled the other instructors together and introduced Fang Hua to them.
Fang Hua hesitated for a moment, then remained silent.
"No need for introductions, we're old acquaintances." Fang Rong turned around, took off his helmet, and said, "Instructor."
Behind the instructors were Da Sheng and his companions, as well as a group of familiar and unfamiliar faces.
"Fang Rong?" Not only was the instructor surprised, but everyone else also gasped.
"Why is it you?" the Great Sage spoke first.
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