When Fu Que saw Song Tingyun's adjutant, he was standing by the school gate.

His long fiery red hair was bundled up high, his green eyes were as clear as emeralds, and his face was gorgeous, but he kept a rigid face all the time.

It looks very sensible, not a fanatic at all.

Fu Que looked at Song Tingyun suspiciously.

Song Tingyun was helpless: "You will discover her essence once you get in touch with her."

Fu Que was purely curious, and had no interest in further understanding, so he refused, "No way."

After Song Tingyun left in the hover car, Fu Que chose to leave the school instead of going back to the office.

In the past few days, she has read a lot of books related to flower cultivation. She thinks that her theoretical knowledge is sufficient, and she is ready to challenge the cultivation of roses.

Because it was the first time planting, didn't dare to ask too much, Fu Que wanted to plant a few plants to test the water first, and this time left school to buy flower pots, fertilizers and other materials.

After careful selection, Fu Que bought five large, medium and small terracotta flower pots, a large bag of nutrient soil, a bag of fertilizer, and a bunch of small shovels, watering cans and other flower planting tools at the flower and bird market.

In order to facilitate transportation, she stacked the flowerpots into a pile, and inserted all other tools into the flowerpots. She walked back with the pot in one hand and the nutrient soil in the other.

The stack of flowerpots looked half as tall as her, and the topmost flowerpot was even higher than Fu Que's head when held in her hands.

It was supposed to be at a precarious height, but it was held in Fu Que's hand, but it was extraordinarily stable. After she walked up, she didn't even swing from side to side, as if it was in one piece.

Along the way, the rate of turning heads is extremely high.

When approaching the school gate, Fu Que passed a noodle shop.

The scent wafting from inside made her stop.

This is the store she visited many times when she was a student.

Twenty years have passed, and the store has not only survived closure, but has even expanded its storefront. Even when the student army has not finished class, there are already many people sitting in the store, which shows that its business is booming.

Without hesitation, Fu Que turned around and entered the door with his things.

She randomly found a seat near the door and sat down, put the things in her hands aside, and ordered a bowl of crab roe noodles and a bowl of golden soup beef noodles through her optical brain.

While waiting for the food to be served, many military students entered the store one after another, and it should be time for get out of class to end.

Soon, there were not many empty seats left in the store.

After the class meeting, Bai Ya was held back by the head teacher to talk for a while, so when he came to the noodle restaurant, except for a table for two at the entrance, which had a vacant seat, the others were full.

There were two bowls of noodles on the table for two, and a black-haired girl was inhaling one of the bowls with her head buried in the wind.

Bai Ya walked up to him and asked, "Hi, may I ask if there is someone in this position——Teacher?!"

He was so far away, he didn't recognize Fu Que, and he didn't realize until he got closer, who else could this person who was busy cooking was not their dorm supervisor?

Fu Que raised her head when she heard the words, and after seeing clearly that it was Bai Ya, she pushed another bowl of noodles towards her and said, "Sit down, there is no one else."

"Oh good... thank you teacher." Bai Ya sat down flattered.

Then, in the following time, Bai Ya watched helplessly as Fu Que quickly finished the whole bowl of noodle soup, and then stretched out his hand to another bowl of crab roe noodles.

Before Bai Ya waited for his noodles to be served, Fu Que already had two bowls of noodles in a row.

In the middle, it was done in one go, without stopping.

Bai Ya was amazed.

After eating and drinking, Fu Que put down his chopsticks and prepared to leave.

As soon as she picked up the flower pot and the nutritious soil that were put aside, she heard Bai Ya say, "Uh... Teacher, do you need me to help you move it?"

Fu Que glanced at Bai Ya's arm, "No, you eat."

Bai Ya: "...Okay."

How did he feel rejected?

Bai Ya confirmed after seeing Fu Que walking away with two large items with ease.

Okay, really hate him.

After leaving the noodle shop, Fu Que was walking well on the road, and suddenly moved aside quickly.

There was a "pop", and there was a broken wine bottle where Fu Que was originally standing.

It was thrown from upstairs.

Fu Que looked up, and there was a small terrace on the second floor, and three people were sitting around the railing, drinking and chatting.

The white-haired man who accidentally dropped the wine bottle was half leaning against the railing, his eyes were blurred, and he seemed to be drunk.

"Hey! You hide so fast."

Bai Mao waved his hand towards Fu Que downstairs, giggling and apologizing, "I'm sorry, my hand is slippery hahaha."

It seemed insincere.

Fu Que stared at him without saying a word.

This made Bai Mao a little annoyed: "Why do you look at me like that? Didn't you miss it? I apologized, what else do you want?!"

The younger brother beside him also responded: "That's right, don't be ignorant of good and evil."

"Go away!"

"Damn it, you can run into some bad things while drinking, what a fucking disappointment." Bai Mao said, after drinking the wine in the glass, he slammed the glass on the table.

The people next to him quickly filled his wine glass and said flatteringly, "Young Master Sun, don't pay attention to her, she's just a pariah, let's drink ours."

"Yes, Young Master Sun, don't let her affect your interest."

They didn't even think about avoiding anyone when they spoke, and they could hear them clearly even if they were standing downstairs.

Fu Que clenched her fists tightly, because of the things in her hands, she didn't rush directly to beat people.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Seeing that Fu Que hadn't left yet, the younger brother beside Bai Mao scolded loudly, thinking that he had understood: "Young Master Sun, I think this person just wants to blackmail you, right?"

Hearing this, the white-haired man named Sun Shao had a sarcastic expression, "Blackmail me?"

He poked his head out and looked Fu Que up and down, as if evaluating a commodity.

With a thin body and cheap clothes, only one face can be seen from the whole body.

poor man.

Sun Shao defined Fu Que in his heart.

"Tell me, how much do you want?" Sun Shao looked down at Fu Que, "Fifty thousand? One hundred thousand?"

"Sun Shao, I saw it just now. The wine bottle didn't touch her at all. She's a mere pariah, not worth so much money."

"Yes, Young Master Sun, maybe this person is here to touch porcelain, don't be fooled."

The two younger brothers sang together, not paying attention to Fu Que at all.

"You're right," Young Master Sun picked up the empty wine bottle on the side, knocked on the railing, and said contemptuously, "Hey, the one downstairs, let me really smash it, I'll give you a million, do you want it?"

One million is already a lot of money for many people.

Many people struggle for a lifetime and may not necessarily have so much money.

As long as the life is big enough, this is a steady profit business.

Even the little brother beside Sun Shao couldn't help being jealous: "Sun Shao, why don't I give you the money, give me the money."

Sun Shaobai glanced at him: "Promise!"

He looked at Fu Que again, "How about it, have you thought about it? If you agree, please say yes, don't be a dumb person."

Fu Que ignored him and walked back with the things in his hand.

The people upstairs just thought she was cowardly, and burst out laughing.

"Coward."

"Untouchable."

"It looks stubborn, but I didn't expect it to be a person who is afraid of death."

Young Master Sun was relieved, he turned around and waved his hand: "Come on, keep drinking!"

Bai Ya on the other side waited until the table was served with great difficulty, and before he started, Fu Que, who should have gone away, came back.

Fu Que put the things in his hands to Bai Ya's side, "Help me take a look."

Then, under Bai Ya's bewildered expression, she walked out the door again.

Fu Que moved his hands and feet briefly, and after confirming the route, stepped on the pipe outside the tavern and jumped up to the terrace on the second floor.

As soon as Sun Shao and the three of them served their drinks, there was one more person beside them.

Before Sun Shao could react, Fu Que had already grabbed his collar and pushed him down on the railing.

Sun Shao's upper body is completely suspended in the air, and his whole body is in a downward trend. As long as Fu Que lets go, he will fall.

The strong sense of weightlessness made Young Master Sun reach out subconsciously, wanting to grab something, but after waving for nothing, he could only grab Fu Que's arm that was pulling his collar.

"What are you doing? I warn you, if you dare to touch a hair of mine, I will not let you go!"

Because of the head-down posture, he soon became a little out of breath, his whole face was flushed, and there were harsh words on his mouth, but he was short of breath, and there was no threat at all.

Seeing that Fu Que was unmoved, he shouted again: "What are you two doing, come and save me!"

Only then did the two younger brothers realize that they dropped their wine glasses, and as soon as they stood up, they were kicked out by Fu Que alone, smashing down a table and chairs.

The two fell into the ruins and couldn't get up for a long time.

When Sun Shao heard the movement, he was furious: "Trash! Everyone is trash!"

The buttons on his collar broke completely under the excitement, and the entire collar became precarious, and there was a risk of it splitting and falling off at any time.

Young Master Sun didn't dare to move any more, panic appeared in his eyes, and his tone softened a lot: "I admit that I went too far just now. If you have something to say, I can apologize to you. What do you want? I have money, as long as you putI put it down and we can talk about anything."

Fu Que tilted his head: "Tell me, if you fall from here, will it be torn apart like that bottle?"

"you!"

In the next second, Young Master Sun's pupils constricted, and he could feel the strength in Fu Que's hands getting weaker, and he was also gradually falling.

He had no choice but to hold on to Fu Que's arm, and tried to threaten again: "Do you know who I am? If you dare to do anything to me, I guarantee that you will never have a good time in your life!"

"Shut up."

Fu Que couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense, so he pulled up Young Master Sun with all his strength and threw it into the balcony, just hitting the two younger brothers who were about to approach quietly, and smashed the three of them back into the ruins again.

Fu Que walked closer and looked down at the three people who were in a panic on the ground, "I didn't throw you down because I was afraid that you would hit others, but if I don't care about you and your people next time, I don't mind throwing you down."go down."

After finishing speaking, Fu Que walked to the edge of the terrace, stepped on the railing and jumped down, landing easily.

Because of the sound just now, a group of onlookers had already gathered around, pointing at the balcony on the second floor, and dispersed immediately after Fu Que jumped down, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body.

Fu Que returned to the noodle shop, picked up the flowerpot and the nutritious soil beside Bai Ya, and left, "Thank you."

It took only two minutes from when she put down the thing to when she came back to pick it up again.

It wasn't until Bai Ya left the noodle shop that he learned what happened in those two minutes just now from the few words of others.

Not only did Fu Que beat someone up, he even went to the second floor to beat him up, and the one who beat up was an old nobleman from the school next door.

This was much more exciting than what happened in the hall yesterday.

The three who fell on the terrace didn't get up until a long time after Fu Que left.

Sun Shao rubbed his neck that was strangled red, his whole body ached like it was falling apart.

This was the first time in his life that he was bullied like this. Compared with the pain, the strong sense of humiliation was more difficult for him to accept.

Sun Shao kicked over the wine box beside him, still not relieved.After kicking the two people on the ground several times, he gasped and said, "Go and find her, and see if I don't kill her!"