Chapter 380 Ouyang Feng Falls in Love with Fu Zhi
Only Mu Chenxi thought of the reason why Bai Yu refused to cooperate with their Mu family.
That means someone in the Mu family has offended her.
She also wondered at the time whether Fu Zhi was gossiping behind Bai Yu's back, but the idea was rejected by her and her father until this moment today.
After the courier admitted that Bai Yu sent these books to No. 1 Middle School for Fu Zhi's sake, Mu Chenxi finally confirmed that Bai Yu's refusal was due to Fu Zhi's disruption!
What a great Fu Zhi!
Not only did he mess with Lu Chuwan, he was also plotting against her and the Mu family!
If she told her father about this, Fu Zhi would be in big trouble!
The more Mu Chenxi thought about it, the angrier he got, so he simply threw the "Red Sun" in his hand to the ground.
There was deep disappointment in her eyes, both towards Bai Yu and towards Fu.
Bai Yu doesn't deserve the title of literary giant, and he doesn't deserve her love at all!
The reason why she was so embarrassed this time was entirely because of Bai Yu's stance.
"Fu Zhi, karma is retribution, don't be too proud too soon!" Mu Chenxi yelled, pushed the crowd away and ran out of the classroom.
The students in Class 1 looked at each other in bewilderment, and her desk mate ran after him immediately.
Song Fang knocked on the table and said to the students around him, "Why, you're not leaving yet? Are you waiting for me to invite you in?"
The weather in the early morning was still a little cool as usual.
Fu Zhi wrapped herself in her little cotton jacket.
Song Fang's words are still very intimidating.
But this time, the students gathered outside the door of Class 21 did not move, and their eyes were all focused on Fu Zhi.
Fu Zhi thought that if she ignored them and just slept, they would disperse on their own, so she put the small pillow on the desk.
But before he could get down, he heard those classmates shouting almost deafeningly:
"Fu Zhi, I'm sorry!"
Fu Zhi: “…”
Oh, Fu Zhi continued to lie on the pillow with an expressionless face.
Just as he closed his eyes, some students walked out of the door, and then another group said, "Fu Zhi, I'm sorry, and thank you for helping everyone get the books from Bai Yu!"
All kinds of sounds mixed together, some high and some low, one after another, never getting tired of it.
Fu Zhi: “…”
Fu Zhi's sleepiness was finally driven away by this group of people. He stood up, tilted his head, looked at them expressionlessly, and spoke to a group of slightly guilty classmates word by word:
"If you keep yelling and screaming, I'll call Director Liu and deduct your conduct points."
Students who were about to have their conduct points deducted: “…”
Don't try to make a straight woman cry or feel passionate, because she doesn't understand anything about it.
She just wanted to sleep.
But I owe Fu Zhi an apology and a thank you, so I have to give it to her.
The crowd dispersed on their own initiative after the large apology meeting.
Song Fang sneered, opened Bai Yu's specially signed book, and read it leisurely.
However, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was a little strange. He poked Fu Zhi's back and said, "Hey, Sister Zhi, why do you think Bai Yu's signature looks familiar? I think I've seen this cross somewhere before."
Although the writing is rather sloppy, the graceful temperament revealed between the lines is unmistakable.
Fu Zhi: “…”
As expected, he is not good at anything and is the best at all crooked ways.
If I had focused this much on studying, would I still be competing with Lu Yumo for the last place?
Fu Zhi bought a seed for him in advance, "Oh, it looks a little familiar, like what I wrote."
"puff--"
Song Fang was so happy that he couldn't straighten his back. "Sorry, Sister Zhi."
Facing Fu Zhi's expressionless face, Song Fang knew that he might have gone a little too far, but he really couldn't help it.
He said, "Can you let your Chinese test paper look in the mirror?"
Didn’t you count the points?
And the signature looks like Bai Yu...
Song Fang patted Fu Zhi on the shoulder and said, "Sister Zhi, you can say this to me in the future, but don't dare to tell other students. I'm afraid someone will use your zero score in Chinese to retaliate against you."
Fu Zhi: “…Oh.”
Whatever, maybe she has no credibility anymore.
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At the same time, in the principal's office of No. 1 Middle School.
Ouyang Feng was watching the video recording sent by Ouyang Yue.
The man was in his thirties, at his most charming age in a suit and tie. After turning off the video recorder, he thought for a while and then opened the video call with Ouyang Yue.
"Fu Zhi said she has nothing to do with the Ouyang family."
The young man on the other side of the screen seemed to know what Ouyang Feng was going to ask, and said first, "I haven't heard from my father in these years. I don't know if my persistence is still meaningful. Does the Ouyang family really have a bloodline inheritance?"
Ouyang Yue was wearing a military green camouflage uniform, and his every move had the sternness of a soldier. However, in front of Ouyang Feng, the world's top firearms designer, he had the rare popularity that a young man should have.
After all, Ouyang Feng can be regarded as a genius of the same generation as Ouyang Zhui, but due to the differences between the two people due to physical and other factors, Ouyang Zhui only focuses on firearms design, while Ouyang Feng, in addition to this, also has to practice dual combat skills and is in charge of the Ouyang family's secret guard team. He is regarded as a shadow of the Ouyang family, and his reputation is not as loud as Ouyang Zhui who is in front of people.
But when it comes to real power, even if Ouyang Yue is now leading the Ouyang family, he will be soon stepping down as long as Ouyang Feng says a word.
This is why Ouyang Ya attaches so much importance to the PK between the two schools.
She wanted to improve her reputation in front of Ouyang Feng, have him accept her as his disciple, give her the secret guard team in his hands, and completely take over the Ouyang family.
Ouyang Feng drank a cup of tea and did not answer Ouyang Yue's question. Instead, he asked him, "What do you think of Fu Zhi?"
"I'm not particularly sure about her talent in gun design, but since she knows so much about the structure of those guns in 927, I guess she has some knowledge of this subject. And judging from her personality, she is a good and insightful child."
Ouyang Yue knew that Ouyang Feng attached great importance to firearms design. After all, the Ouyang family made their fortune by relying on this knowledge. This was the skill passed down by their ancestors, and the younger generations of the Ouyang family must not forget their roots.
Ouyang Feng paused with his fingertips holding the teacup, and then laughed: "It seems that we two are thinking the same thing. But she is a girl after all, and in the video, she found a shortcut to the destination. Her physical strength may not be able to keep up with the boys in the dark guard team, and her fighting skills... Of course, the degree of violence is quite high, but it may be that I am worrying too much."
Comparing the elites in the Dark Guard with Fu Zhi...
Having said that, Ouyang Yue pursed his lips, as if he understood what Ouyang Feng meant.
Ouyang Yue couldn't describe his mood. Anyway, he was not as worried as he was when he heard that Ouyang Feng was going to take Ouyang Ya as his disciple. He even felt a little bit of indescribable joy.
He looked at his watch and hinted, "Didn't you place the weakest group of the Dark Guards in the camp in City A? They have fighting competitions every afternoon. Why don't you take some time this afternoon to take Fu Zhi to have a test?"
Fu Zhi, who had already caught up on her sleep, had no idea that she was going to become Ouyang Feng's apprentice for no apparent reason.
After the physics class, she was called by Director Liu to the principal's office to talk to the principal.
Although it was called a conversation, in Fu Zhi's eyes, she only felt Ouyang Feng was staring at her inexplicably.
His smile was as gentle as jade. "No. 1 Middle School is hosting a winter camp and is currently selecting a venue. You are a recognized student representative of the senior year. Come with me this afternoon to take a look."
This was the first time Fu Zhi met the principal of No. 1 Middle School in person. His every move and gesture had the grace of a scholar, not much different from the photo displayed on the bulletin board.
But the pair of eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were long and deep, giving people a feeling of being unfathomable.
Fu Zhi originally wanted to say that she would not go, as she had no interest in choosing the venue.
But Ouyang Feng seemed to have expected her to refuse, and smiled faintly: "After you go this time, you can ask for leave at will in No. 1 Middle School in the future, and you won't be criticized for your improper attitude if you don't answer the test paper well."
Fu Zhi: “!!!”
Fu Zhi looked at the time and said sensibly, "It's getting late. Let's go quickly so as not to delay your return to work in the evening!"
Ouyang Feng nodded meaningfully.
He stood up from his seat, took the car keys and went down the teaching building with Fu Zhi.
He was walking on a secluded path.
Fu Zhi felt a little carsick, so he opened the car window, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
Generally, winter camps are held in areas with beautiful mountains and rivers. Therefore, Fu Zhi did not suspect the purpose of Ouyang Feng taking her up the mountain.
Until the magnetic card is hung on the magnificent iron gate.
A "ding" sound was heard, and the man in black who was standing by the door handle stepped forward and saluted Ouyang Feng in a well-trained military manner: "Chief!"
Fu Zhi: “???”
Ouyang Feng parked the car outside the door and opened Fu Zhi's passenger door, "Let's go."
Fu Zhi looked at Ouyang Feng expressionlessly: "Don't you have anything to explain to me?"
"Oh," Ouyang Feng said, "I thought you kids all liked cosplay."
Fu Zhi glanced at the rifle hanging on the chest of the man in black.
Well, not a model rifle.
So who are you and I going to cosplay with here?
Fu Zhi had a stern face.
Ouyang Feng reminded, "Think about your casual leave and your public criticism!"
Fu Zhi: “…”
All right, Fu Zhiren had to bow his head under the eaves, "This cose is pretty realistic, then you lead the way, let's watch other coseplays."
Ouyang Feng explained something to the man in black in front of him, and then took Fu Zhi into the base.
Along the way, Fu Zhi felt that he was almost being watched by others as if he were an endangered rare animal.
Fortunately, Ouyang Feng prepared a cup of strawberry shake for Fu Zhi, so Fu Zhi's face didn't look so ugly.
At this moment, Fu Zhi no longer thought that Ouyang Feng was going to take her to see any winter camp.
In particular, the mechanisms set up in this base are almost identical to the ones Fu Zhi saw at Ouyang's house.
Every man who met Ouyang Feng greeted him.
These people are different from those in the base in Beijing.
Fu Zhi clearly felt that they had seen blood before, and both their agility and insight were many times better than the group of students in the Beijing base who only knew how to scream.
Fu Zhi took another sip of milk tea with ease.
He planned to accompany Ouyang Feng for a few more rounds. After all, there were many sophisticatedly designed firearms here that Fu Zhi had never seen before.
To be honest, Fu Zhi felt a little itchy, and she wanted to disassemble other people's guns and reassemble them for research.
But this is not good.
It’s impolite, not good!
Fu Zhi's eyes were fixed on the improved version of the revolver, and he even forgot to sip his milk tea.
Ouyang Feng noticed this and suddenly said, "Today the Dark Guards have a competition."
Fu Zhi's eyes still didn't move away from the revolver, and he responded with a "hmm".
Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed, and he felt in his heart that she was very smart. She could pick out the most sophisticated improved pistol at a glance.
Ouyang Feng became more certain of his decision.
He brought Fu Zhi out of the exhibition room, and the two walked towards a large arena built in the base.
The dark team consists of five teams: gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and their strength increases in sequence.
The players participating in the competition this time are teammates from the Dark Guard’s Gold Team.
When Fu Zhi and Ouyang Feng arrived, the competition had already begun.
The first one to take the field was the captain of the Jinzi team, Ji Hou.
His left hand was injured while on duty. The last three fingers of his left hand were fractured and wrapped twice with white cloth.
After Ji Hou came on stage, he said in a loud voice: "I was accidentally injured while escorting goods for the side branch a few days ago, but it's okay. As a man, you can't say you can't do it. You still have to compete!"
Except for the ordinary members, everyone in the audience is the elite of the team. Their own strength is slightly inferior to Ji Hou, and they have always respected Ji Hou.
They all said, "Old Ji is awesome and that's it!"
Ji Hou was praised by a group of teammates in the audience, but he did not seem proud. He just saluted in the direction of Ouyang Feng as a gesture.
Then he touched the bayonet in his military boots and said loudly on the stage: "Everyone, just ignore my injury. In this competition, we will follow the rules. Ordinary members will come first to learn from each other, and the others will stand aside."
"Okay!" There were cheers from the audience.
Ji Hou was worthy of being the deputy captain. He hardly used his left hand and relied entirely on the speed of his right hand to quickly knock down some of the ordinary members.
The teammates who were kicked off were very grateful for his teachings.
The cold wind was howling as Ouyang Feng took Fu Zhi and walked towards the ring.
Ji Hou was standing on the stage at the moment, and he raised his chin slightly and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to spar with me? Any ordinary team member will do. If there is no one else, I will spar with the elite teammates."
Sparring in the dark team happens every day. There's already a gap between ordinary members and elite team members, not to mention the vice-captain of the team. Isn't it obvious that going on stage is just waiting for others to abuse them?
The audience was silent for a moment.
Ouyang Feng looked at Fu Zhi who was sipping milk tea with her head down. Her behavior at this moment was very different from how she looked when she saw the gun just now.
She doesn't seem to like martial arts very much?
That won’t work!
If he really took over the team just by relying on gun design, no one would accept it, right?
Among the five teams of gold, wood, water and fire, only the gold team is the weakest.
There is a big gap between us and other teams.
Whatever happens, Fu Zhi will have to fight a few moves at the hands of Ji Hou, right?
Ouyang Feng thought about it and decided to just pick him up and throw him onto the stage.
(End of this chapter)
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