He picked up the sword from the ground and threw it to Fang Hua.
Although Fang Hua liked the power of the physical body, he preferred the human form. In order to avoid turning into a beast, he had to take up a weapon, since the people behind him were all more powerful than the last.
"I'm not fighting you." Fang Hua threw the sword away again.
"I told you to pick up a weapon!" Fang Rong roared. "You look down on me too, don't you?"
He stepped forward and thrust his knife at Fang Hua, who neither dodged nor flinched, meeting the attack head-on.
The knife was aimed at his brow, but he couldn't manage to pierce it. Fang Rong threw down the sword and left in anger.
It's one thing for others to look down on him, but even Fang Hua looks down on him and won't even draw his sword.
What a load of rubbish competition! Fine, we won't compete then!
Fang Rong was very emotional and could not calm down for a long time.
It's his own fault, really. He had a mech and cannons, but he couldn't hit a single target. No wonder people always say that he got where he is today because of men. Even he himself started to doubt himself. Is everything the same without Fang Hua?
I'm no less relaxed than anyone else. I've done so much work and worked so hard for so long. I managed to balance my job and military service, and I even had to compete in tournaments to earn money in my spare time. In what way am I inferior to others?
Who can do that?
Fang Rong was still angry, so he returned to the military region alone and trained at the deserted shooting range.
Shooting was his weakness because he was nearsighted, and the world he saw was always blurry, as if seen through a layer of fog, and he could never see what was behind him.
Bang! Bang bang!
Gunshots rang out incessantly. Fang Rong, wearing headphones, raised her arm to aim at the shooting target, but it was always the same. Every time, she missed the target by a little bit, just a little bit, never hitting the center.
Why?
Fang Rong fired several shots like a madman, but had to stop because of the abrasions on her hands.
Guns have strong recoil, which is why you always need to use both hands. You can't keep it steady with just one hand, and if you can't keep it steady, you'll miss.
Is it because of the hand?
Is it because you don't have enough strength in your hands that you can't hit the target?
Fang Rong stretched out his hand, his palm a bloody mess. He wiped it with a tissue, and the area between his thumb and forefinger was split open and bleeding profusely, quickly becoming a blurry mess again.
He was agitated, and his movements became much rougher. He casually wrapped two layers of tissue paper around his arm and continued shooting.
The weaker you are, the more you need to overcome it.
Fang Rong shook her arm; after firing so many shots, her arm was so numb she couldn't lift it.
Suddenly, a hand reached around his body from behind and grabbed his hand. Fang Hua lifted his arm, moved the gun for him, placed it on his shoulder, and guided him to press the bolt.
Bang!
The bullet hit the bullseye precisely, creating a hole in the very center.
Fang Hua tilted her head to look at him, "Your shoulder posture is wrong."
He straightened Fang Rong's shoulder and fired another shot, just like before, hitting the bullseye again. Strangely enough, Fang Hua was almost always right.
He belongs to the feline family, and besides their noses, the most sensitive thing felines have is their eyesight; only by seeing far can they shoot far.
Fang Rong's nearsightedness has already put her at a significant disadvantage.
Fang Hua brought a medical kit from somewhere and placed it at their feet, along with his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword).
He unpacked the medical kit, placed it on the shooting table, and took out tools one by one: gauze, scissors, and disinfectant cotton. With slightly clumsy movements, he applied medicine to Fang Rong.
Although he was clumsy, he was very careful, as if he were holding the most precious treasure, wrapping Fang Rong's hand with gauze layer by layer. Although there were only a few small cracks in his palm, he wrapped his hand up like a rice dumpling, with only a few fingers showing.
Pfft~
Fang Rong smiled. He was still angry, but when he saw Fang Hua, he couldn't stay angry at all.
It's no wonder people say that he only got to where he is today because of Fang Hua.
Without him, I'd probably still be working as a zookeeper, content with the status quo.
The military region taught him that there are always people better than him, and whenever he saw someone stronger than himself, he couldn't help but compare himself to them, climbing higher and higher without ever looking back.
Looking back, there was actually a difficult path behind him. He climbed higher and higher, it was exhausting, but he dared not relax.
Fang Hua hugged him from behind and buried her head in his shoulder.
What are you doing?
"I want to steal your body temperature."
Speak like a human.
"I want a hug. (⊙x⊙)"
"..." Fang Rong sighed and opened her arms. "Come here."
"Mmm." Fang Hua buried her face in his chest and hugged him obediently.
It's actually quite nice to have someone with you; at least you won't be lonely.
He was just having a moment of weakness, especially when people act impulsively and can't control their emotions. He only knew that he felt wronged and needed to vent.
It's better to vent first.
No matter what, life goes on.
hiss!
Fang Rong felt a sharp pain in his chest; his clothes were already soaked with saliva. Fang Hua had actually bitten him.
"You deserve a beating!" He raised his hand and slapped her.
Even after being hit, Fang Hua wouldn't let go, taking full advantage of the situation by licking and touching her, only letting go after he had bitten enough.
"I miss you so much." He looked up at Fang Rong.
"I don't want you." Fang Rong pushed his head away. She had already told him that this posture made him look ugly, but he still wouldn't change.
"Then think about me."
"I don't want to think about you." She started acting silly again. "By the way, stay away from me in public places in the future, and it's best to pretend you don't know me."
"Why?" Fang Hua looked at him innocently.
"Why so many whys? I don't want to become a public enemy." Considering that Da Sheng might have been so ruthless towards Fang Hua because he liked him, Fang Rong felt it was necessary to keep her distance from Fang Hua in public.
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