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third chapter
When he got on the suspension car, Mo Ran was still checking his face in the mirror.
Fu Que couldn't stand the smell of the perfume on his body, and sat far away, "Don't look, it's not bad."
This is simply adding fuel to the flames, Mo Ran put the mirror in his hand, put on a fake smile: "It's not bad, but if you lose your face, are you going to pay yourself back to me?"
"I reject."
After Fu Que finished speaking, he thought for a while, "But I can consider supporting you."
The word "support" directly hurt Mo Ran: "I worked so hard to pick up the plane, and this is how you repay me?"
Fu Que was silent for a moment, then replied: "Oh, thank you."
Immediately afterwards, the next sentence was: "Where is the teacher's relic?"
The co-authorship is all because he has the relics of Mr. Miller, so Fu Que is here to be polite to him.
Mo Ran almost laughed angrily: "It's gone, I won't give it!"
Fu Que clenched his fists.
Looking at Fu Que who was about to rush over to kill someone, Mo Ran couldn't care less about getting angry, and quickly changed his words: "In my office, I'll wait until the school gives it to you!"
"Okay." Fu Que stopped and sat back in his original position.
In the second half of the journey, Mo Ran didn't dare to touch Fu Que's bad luck again, and the two sat on both ends of the suspension car, and they lived in peace.
When he arrived at the Federal Military Academy, looking at the familiar school gate, many memories flashed in Fu Que's mind.
The predecessor of the Federal Military Academy was the Imperial Military Academy.
It is also the place where the four of Fu Que used to jump into trouble to go to school.
After the fall of the empire and the founding of the federation, the school was directly renamed the federal military academy, and the overall layout remained exactly the same as before.
Mo Ran's hover car drove directly into the school and soon came to the administration building.
Mo Ran led Fu Que upstairs and returned to his office.
The principal's office in front of him has been remodeled magnificently by him. Once the chairs are removed, it can be directly used as a banquet hall.
Mo Ran remembered what Fu Que wanted, walked to the desk as soon as he entered the door, and took out a few books from the drawer.
"Here, these are Mr. Miller's notes, just leave them there, keep them carefully, and don't take them out of the school."
Fu Que took it carefully, gently stroked the rough cover of the book, "Yes."
In fact, there is no need to remind, Mo Ran also knows that Fu Que will cherish it, but seeing that Fu Que cherishes it so much, he can't help but want to snatch it back.
However, due to the gap in force value, Mo Ran thought about it and didn't dare to make a move.
After delivering the relic, Mo Ran led Fu Que to where she was going to live next.
Fu Que originally thought that Mo Ran would take her to the staff dormitory, but Moran's hover car actually arrived in front of the boys' dormitory.
Mo Ran pointed to the dormitory building, and was very satisfied with his arrangement: "The previous dormitory manager retired a few days ago. I was worried that I couldn't find a suitable person to take care of these bastards, so you came back. After that, the whole buildingThe building is under your control!"
Fu Que: "I remember you told me that the job content is only to open and close the door."
"That's right, lock the door of the dormitory building at eleven o'clock in the evening, and open it at five o'clock in the morning. You can arrange other times. But..." Mo Ran rubbed his chin, "If there are short-sighted brats making trouble at the door,Just beat it up."
"The people living in this building are all students from the Department of Mecha Combat, very, very, resist, and beat." Mo Ran said pointingly.
It can be seen that Mo Ran must have been tortured crazy by the group of energetic little wolf cubs in the school, so he came up with such a crazy way to let Fu Que be the dormitory supervisor.
And Fu Que really agreed.
For her, the content of this job is easy and the degree of freedom is high. No matter how you think about it, it is a good choice.
The two hit it off.
Mo Ran even took out the contract on the spot, for fear that Fu Que would go back on his word.
After signing the labor contract, Mo Ran happily brought Fu Que into the dormitory building.
The dormitory management office is in the lobby on the first floor, and the inside and outside are blocked by glass, so that people inside can monitor the movement outside the door through the glass at any time.
One door further inside the office is the dormitory's bedroom. It's not a big place, but fortunately, it's fully furnished.
After looking around inside and out, Fu Que has already drawn up a list of things that need to be added in his mind.
For the next few days, apart from purchasing the necessary daily necessities, Fu Que kept digging through Teacher Miller's notes, but forgot about the StarNet virtual battle.
The onlookers on the star network who couldn't wait for her for a long time thought she was busy with work, and they had already begun to find out who the military chiefs had been out of foreign affairs recently.
There were even votes.
And Fu Que, who is not named on the voting list, is actually reading a book.
She found a packet of seeds in the back of one of Miller's notebooks.
Fu Que looked it up and found that it was the seed of a plant called Chinese rose that grew on the ancient blue planet.
According to Miller's records, she seems to have been trying to plant seeds, but has been unsuccessful.
Miller also mentioned it many times in his notes, regretting each time.
This gave Fu Que an idea.
She wanted to plant a garden full of roses as a gift to Miller.
Just do it.
After making up his mind, Fu Que asked Mo Ran for the highest authority of the library, and stayed in the ancient books room on the top floor of the library every day to look through materials related to planting flowers.
I didn't leave the library for several days.
If someone who knows Fu Que sees that posture of studying hard and quietly for a long time, his jaw will drop in shock.
It wasn't until the first day of the Federal Military Academy that Fu Que was persuaded by Mo Ran to return to the office with the ancient books that he hadn't finished reading.
Unlike the past few days, today's campus is extremely lively, with everyone dragging their luggage to and fro.
Fu Que walked slowly with a book in his hand, and the military cadets who passed by were all strong and tall.
Even walking beside the mech manufacturing students, Fu Que looked too thin.
When a few first-year students saw her, they all guessed that she was from the Mecha Biology Department, because only those people who were desperate for research would be so thin.
It wasn't until they followed Fu Que and watched Fu Qun enter their dormitory building that the group of students realized that this was the new dormitory supervisor.
"Is this the Shinjuku management?" someone whispered.
"What can this girl with thin arms and legs do? I think I can break her with one hand." Someone expressed disgust.
"I thought that after Mr. Rhodes retired, the school would find another veteran soldier to take over as the dormitory supervisor, but this one was found? There will be a good show in the future." Someone was gloating.
Fu Que never commented in the unexpected world, she entered the office with the book in her hand, ready to continue reading the rest of the book.
The students outside the house only thought she was timid and fearful, and became more and more arrogant.
After a while, the news spread throughout the building. Those who have already returned to school, and those who have not had time to return to school, know that the new dormitory manager is an easy target, and it is easy to handle.
The energetic cadets were all gearing up, feeling that they had finally found an opportunity to violate school discipline and rules.
No, at the entrance of the dormitory building, a military cadet with flamboyant muscles who was not easy to mess with looked at him when he entered the door because he disliked the slow walking of the person in front of him, so he ran into him directly, making the person in front of him who was carrying a big bag and a small bag, who was already unsteady.The students knocked to the ground, and their luggage crackled all over the floor.
There were several glass jars inside, not to mention all smashed, and the soup in the jars also splashed all over the floor.
The muscular man walked over without raising his eyes, stepping on his things, still cursing: "Dally, like a little bitch, carrying so many things when going to military school, why don't you go to the next door and learn how to cook."
Next door to the Federal Military Academy was a school for nobles, and only imperial nobles with pure blood were eligible to go to school there.After the fall of the empire, the bloodline admissions rule was abolished, but the tuition fees were still staggeringly expensive, and no one would go except the rich.
The student who was knocked down was named Bai Ya, and he came from a remote galaxy. It would take half a month and a few rounds of spaceships to get here from home.
If it weren't for the ideal in his heart, who would travel all the way here to go to school?
What the muscular man said was an insult to him.
As for the bottles and jars that were smashed, although they were worthless, they were all the wishes of the family. He worked so hard to carry them all the way, and they were all gone before he could share them. How could he not be angry?
Seeing that the muscular man was about to walk away, Bai Ya stood up abruptly and flew towards him.
It's a pity that the opponent's physique is not at the same tonnage as his. Even with all his strength, he can't shake him at all.
The muscular man even turned his head angrily, and shook his fist at him, "Looking for death?"
Bai Ya subconsciously closed his eyes, but the pain did not follow.
The surroundings suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.
Bai Ya opened his eyes again, and saw the rumored thin and thin female housekeeper clasping the muscular man's wrist, blocking him.
The muscular man's arms are about as thick as the three arms of the dormitory.
โStudents are prohibited from fighting in the school,โ Fu Que said.
The muscular man looked at Fu Que who suddenly appeared, and then remembered that the dormitory building came to Shinjuku to manage this matter. He sneered at the small body of the person in front of him: "You are the new dormitory supervisor? I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, myA fist has no eyes."
"Are you threatening me?" Fu Que's eyes remained unchanged.
The muscular man was extremely arrogant: "What if I'm just threatening you? Get lost!"
His family is powerful and powerful, and no one around him dares to disobey him, which has also cultivated his arrogant and domineering temper, and anyone dares to contradict him.
Only this time he hit the iron plate.
Fu Que didn't talk nonsense anymore, she pinched the muscular man's wrist and turned his arm behind her back in a twisted position, then raised her leg and kicked his ass when the muscular man screamed in pain,Kicked people out of the dormitory.
The muscular man landed directly on his face, and fell like a dog eating shit.
Seeing this, a short burst of laughter erupted around, but everyone was concerned about the face of the muscular man, and quickly choked back. They only exchanged messages with their eyes, and some people quietly turned on their optical brains to record videos.
When the muscular man shivered and got up again, his entire face was flushed red.
"You're fucking dead!" Panting heavily, he rushed towards Fu Que, waving his fists closely.
Fu Que stood where he was, without taking a half step back. After catching the opponent's arm, he fell over his shoulder, smashing the muscular man to the ground.
The tiled floor under the muscular man instantly shattered into pieces.
At this point, the hall fell into absolute silence.
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