Because it fell headfirst, the muscular man passed out without even struggling.

The surrounding onlookers couldn't help holding their breath.

Everyone was shocked by Fu Que's explosive power at that moment.

If kicking the muscular man backwards and kicking him out the door earlier can be understood as the use of cleverness, then throwing a big man weighing at least one hundred and eighty catties over his shoulder requires real strength.

This is not something that a person who can't lift his hands or shoulders can do.

Obviously, they had far underestimated Fu Que's strength before.

Under everyone's gaze, Fu Que straightened up, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, breathed steadily, and looked calm.

She turned on the optical brain, found the self-service function in the school, called the ambulance robot in the school hospital, sent the situation and location of the muscular man, and called a cleaning robot working nearby to clean up the scene.

That familiar posture didn't look like it was the first time he had done this.

After the operation was completed, Fu Que looked away from the optical brain, and raised his eyes to scan the crowd of onlookers.

The military cadets around subconsciously tensed their backs, as if they suddenly had something urgent to deal with, they dispersed like birds and beasts, for fear that they would be the next person to lie on the floor.

For a moment, only Fu Que, Bai Ya and the fainted muscular man were left in the hall.

Fu Que looked at Bai Ya: "Do you have anything else to do?"

It was obviously a very casual question, but it gave Bai Ya a chill down his spine.

Under tremendous pressure, he bent down and bowed to thank Fu Que, then hurriedly stuffed the scattered luggage back into his bag, picked up the big and small bags and ran away.

After all the people dispersed, the ambulance robot and cleaning robot also rushed to the scene.

The two ambulance robots skillfully put the muscular man on the stretcher, and carried him back to the school hospital at lightning speed.

The cleaning robot also started the finishing work conscientiously, cleaning up all the soup, water and glass slag on the ground.

The dormitory hall quickly returned to its original state, with only a few broken tiles on the ground showing the unrest in the past.

As soon as Fu Que returned to the office, he received a video call from Mo Ran.

After clicking on the connection, Mo Ran's holographic image immediately appeared in front of Fu Que.

I saw Mo Ran gossiping: "I heard you just beat up a student?"

Fu Que was not surprised by how well-informed Mo Ran was, and readily admitted: "Yes."

Mo Ran couldn't help applauding: "It's you who beat up a little brat on the first day of school."

This doesn't sound like a compliment to her.

Fu Que didn't answer the question at all, opened the ancient book on the table, and asked, "That's what you're talking about?"

"Of course not." Mo Ran put away his teasing, and said seriously: "I will deal with the follow-up matter of that military student, and you don't have to worry about it. If there are still people who make trouble after that, they should beat you up. You're welcome, I'll give you the backing. ButA little"

Mo Ran changed his voice, "Next time, be careful not to damage school property. Forget about the floor tiles this time. If there is another time, the maintenance fee will be deducted from your salary."

Fu Que flicked the book, "Oh."

"Okay, I have nothing else to do, you can be busy."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Que continued to immerse himself in his book.

Unbeknownst to her, a post on the school forum titled: "Who told me before that the new dormitory manager is weak? Stand up and take two steps! I almost believed your nonsense" is being violentlydiscussing.

The comments below are full of shocking onlookers.

As the popularity of the post climbed, some strange things gradually mixed in the post.

Some people said that it was because Fu Que's appearance was too deceptive, which led to their misjudgment.

That's all.

Some people came in and taunted them, thinking that Fu Que can beat an A-level physical fitness person is not that great, and there are not no students with S-level physical fitness in the federal military academy, not to mention that there are even SS physical fitness experts among the teachers.

As soon as this building was sent out, someone immediately followed up and asked: "Oh? Are you waiting for S?"

Netizens in the back row followed suit one after another, copying and pasting this passage for ten or so floors.

A row down, quite spectacular.

The person who made a mockery ran away, and was ridiculed for several floors.

It wasn't until the host deleted a few apparently provocative replies that the content of the post became more harmonious.

Everyone laughed and joked, and went to Bailailou again.

Some people said that they wanted to take the opportunity to stay out at night, but they didn't expect that the management in Shinjuku was quite strong, and it seemed that they had to obey the school discipline and rules obediently.

This statement was seconded by the crowd.

Up to this point, everyone had a certain understanding of the ability of the Shinjuku management, but it was only limited to the extent that they knew that this person was quite strong, but they didn't know how it compared with the actual combat class teacher.

There are even pretentious people watching the video and threatening to challenge the Shinjuku management.

Fu Que, who was reading a book, couldn't help but sneezed. When he wondered that Homunculus would also feel the cold, he had no idea that the supposedly peaceful life in the future would be broken by successive challenges.

Fu Que glanced at the time, it was 22:55.

Ready to lock the door.

Fu Que closed the book and stretched.

After beating the students into the school hospital, the second half of the day was exceptionally peaceful. The students passing by in the hall kept their hands and feet light and kept their eyes on the ground, and even the loud noise disappeared.

Fu Que is happy with that.

As long as it doesn't disturb her, she can turn a blind eye to everything else.

22:59.

I am not active after get off work, and have problems with thinking.

Fu Que got up, ready to lock the door as soon as 23:00.

At this time, a man with black hair and black eyes rushed over from a distance, and arrived at the dormitory downstairs just at 23:00.

Fu Que's hand was already on the door.

She checked the time and let the person in.

"Next time, pay attention to the time and don't get stuck." Fu Que said to the man.

The man hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, teacher, something happened during the spaceship jump, so it's late."

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Fu Que could tell that he was indeed running all the way, so he nodded and let him go.

only

Fu Que stared at that person's back, always feeling inexplicably familiar.

Where have you seen it?

When Fu Que walked into the cafeteria A of the Imperial Military Academy, the entire cafeteria was silent for a moment.

Although the noise soon resumed, Fu Que could feel that many people were secretly looking at her.

Her deeds have already spread in the school, and the person who tried to bully her has been sent to the hospital for seven days and has not yet woken up.

This made many people fear her.

Fu Que has long been used to these prying eyes.

As usual, she bought two steamed buns at the window on the far side and found an empty seat to sit down.

Fu Que was born in a slum. Since he can remember, he has no parents and is alone. In his memory, he fights every day, fighting for food and land.

There was always a voice in Fu Que's heart telling himself that he wanted to win.

Because only if you win can you live.

Even if the head is broken, it is better than being slaughtered.

Fu Que thought that her life would always be like this, until she was fifteen years old when she aroused the hidden spiritual power in her body at the moment of life and death.

The majestic force instantly knocked down the eight people who had beaten her to the ground, and they fell unconscious.

At that time, Fu Que didn't know what happened, but thought it was luck that saved his life.

She staggered away from the scene dragging her unconscious left leg, and was soon found by a group of people claiming to be the Admissions Office of the Imperial Military Academy.

They said that she had a very high spiritual talent, and asked her if she would like to study at the Imperial Military Academy.If she comes, they can waive her tuition fees and apply for a student subsidy for her.

Fu Que said cautiously that he had to consider it, and the admissions office readily accepted it.

Later, when Fu Que learned that Zhou Xu, who was also born in a slum, had also received the invitation, she agreed to leave this trash star who had grown up with her along with the people from the Admissions Office, and come toTo the Imperial Military Academy.

Life in the military academy is very monotonous. Apart from fighting, Fu Que also has various learning tasks, and he has a headache every day because of the long and smelly interstellar history.

There are many places to spend money, and student subsidies are not enough.

In order to allocate more funds for extra-curricular rental and use of initial mechs, Fu Que can only skimp on food. Each meal is usually two steamed buns, and occasionally a side dish is given as a bonus.

It was the same today, she was given a plate of pickles by the aunt in charge.

Not long after Fu Que sat down, someone sat down opposite her with a plate.

Fu Qun didn't raise his head.

The man asked, "Do you eat these for one meal?"

Fu Que ignored him.

The man didn't feel embarrassed, stood up and left, leaving the plate where it was.

After Fu Que finished a steamed bun, the man came back again.

This time had an extra plate in hand.

The man put the plate in front of Fu Que and said, "I chose it according to my own taste, I don't know if you will like it."

There are two meat and two vegetables on the dinner plate, and the nutrition is balanced.

More importantly, it looks delicious.

Only then did Fu Que look up.

On the opposite side was a man with brown hair and blue eyes, about the same age as her, with a handsome appearance and soft eyes, he didn't seem to be here to provoke trouble and seek revenge.

But yes, this person is well-dressed and must have been born rich or noble, so how could he have any grudge against her?

Seeing that Fu Que was silent, the man explained again: "If you want to improve your physical fitness, eating steamed buns is not enough."

Fu Que picked up another steamed bun, and said in a bad tone, "What's none of your business?"

The man blinked, as if he had expected Fu Que's refusal, and he didn't feel frustrated, "Of course it's none of my business, you know that the second grade should form a team, right?"

Fu Que naturally knew about it.

The Imperial Military Academy is a five-year school. The first year pays more attention to theoretical study, and the second year begins to focus on practical operations.

Also starting from the second year of enrollment, students from the Mecha Command Department, Mecha Combat Department, and Mecha Manufacturing Department need to form a joint team to form a three-person cooperative team, participate in multiple assessments, and compete with other teams inside and outside the school.Compete.

The assessment results will be included in the semester total score.

Teams with excellent grades will also get more opportunities, including job assignments after graduation.

This is what the teacher told them when they entered school.

It's just that Fu Que felt that it was still early, and he didn't even think about who to form a team with.

And the person on the other side obviously has already started preparations early.

He said, "I want to invite you to join my squad, do you want to come?"

Fu Que didn't answer directly, but asked, "Why me?"

Since the other party can find him, he obviously knows her situation.

Fu Que's mental strength is indeed very strong, she has SS, but her physical ability is only B-level.

There are not many people in the same grade who can beat her, but there are several.

And even she recognized the person on the other side.

Song Tingyun.

Known as the first person in the first-year mech command system, he is SS in both mental strength and physical fitness.

Such a proud son of heaven, Fu Que doesn't think he has anything to be admired by the other party.

"Because..." Song Tingyun paused, as if he was thinking of words, "I think you have an upward momentum."

"The first time I saw you, I felt that your abilities are beyond that. I want to see how far you can go."

Song Tingyun stretched out his hand while saying, "Join us, I can help you become stronger."

The palm of the person in front of him is white, with slender fingers, except for a few calluses, there is no trace of grinding at all.

For Fu Que, this is a person from another world.

So, should you trust him?

Fu Que opened her mouth, just about to say something, when the piercing ringtone pulled her out of her sleep.

Fu Que raised his hand to turn off the optical brain alarm clock, turned over, and sat up again.

Probably because of returning to a familiar place, Fu Que had a dream for the first time since his resurrection, dreaming of the scene when he first entered the Imperial Military Academy.

Fu Que ruffled her hair carelessly and looked at the time.

It was four fifty in the morning.

It's time to get ready to open the door.