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Chapter Eleven
Thirty years ago, after Song Tingyun rebelled against the empire, the Song family immediately issued a statement publicly stating that Song Tingyun had been expelled from the family.
This matter caused a lot of trouble back then, the Song family was afraid of being implicated, so they deliberately made it so loud that almost everyone in StarCraft who could access the Internet knew about it.
Although he was not born at that time, Bai Ya knew about it.
He explained: "After the establishment of the Interstellar Federation, the Song family recognized the marshal again."
Fu Que sneered.
How can there be any reason to pick up the lost things?
Fu Que still remembers the face of the Song family when they hurriedly separated the relationship.
At that time, they lived in no fixed place, were wanted by the interstellar empire, were exhausted every day, and could not see the future in the vast interstellar space.
On the day he received the news, Song Tingyun was still making new plans as usual and didn't mention anything, but even Fu Que could feel the change in him.
In the past, Song Tingyun had always been proud of his family. In his previous plan, he originally planned to dedicate his life to the family.Just because he openly opposed the imperial family, those who had expected and cultivated him now shunned him like a snake and wanted to unilaterally sever ties with him.
The blood relationship can be so fragile, which shows that people's hearts are cold.
How did Fu Que comfort him at that time?
Oh, she remembered, she said to Song Tingyun at that time: "It's just a group of guys who play with the wind. When we win, do you believe they will post it again?"
Unexpectedly, it was a prophecy.
The Song family really had the cheek to post it.
Although Bai Ya told Fu Que a lot about the Sun family's affairs to make her be vigilant, Fu Que didn't take the possible revenge of the Sun family to heart.
After three or four days of calm, Fu Que simply forgot about it.
Until one day Fu Que remembered that the ancient books he had borrowed had not been returned, so he went to the library.
On the way back from returning the book, Fu Que was stopped by someone.
The one who stopped her was a federal military cadet with short red hair that stood out wherever he stood.
"Are you Fu Ci?" the red-haired military cadet asked.
Fu Que reacted for a second, remembering that this was his alias, "Yes. Is there something wrong?"
"It's Fu Ci. Someone paid me to beat you. The other party said, beat until you kneel down and beg for mercy."
The man said, looking Fu Que up and down, "After all, it's the dormitory supervisor, I also want to call you Teacher Sheng. If you are willing to cooperate with kneeling and begging for mercy to let me record a video of the business meeting, I can do it lightly. But if you don'tIf you are willing to cooperate, then don’t blame me for being rude.”
After Fu Que listened calmly, he only said, "I remember fighting is prohibited in school."
The red-haired man obviously came prepared: "Yes, but the school does not prohibit students from challenging the teacher."
In the military school, the teacher is better than the military school students by default, so fighting among students is prohibited in the school, but students are never prohibited from challenging the teacher, and sometimes they are even encouraged.
As for the dormitory supervisor, he can barely be regarded as half a military school teacher.
It was because of this that the other party dared to openly explain their intentions.
At this time, there were many students around. Although everyone scoffed at the red-haired boy's behavior of taking advantage of the school's loopholes, no one really stood up to fight for Fu Que.
Some people have even started calling friends——
"Sweite, who is in fifth grade, wants to challenge the dorm supervisor, hurry up!"
Alan Sweet, a fifth-year student at the Federal Military Academy, has an A in physical fitness and an S in mental strength.
Two days ago, he received a message from Sun Changyi, paying him to beat someone up.
Graduation is imminent, and he is not afraid of offending others.If the other party offered more money, he accepted it.
Sweite checked Fu Que's information specifically for this purpose, and watched the video of Fu Quen beating a muscular man violently a few days ago.
So although the person in front of him looks weak, Sweite will never underestimate him.
Being able to easily defeat a person with A-level physical fitness proves that the opponent is not easy.
But Sweite also has the capital to be proud of. His manipulation of mental power is at the forefront of the school, and he can turn mental power into an attack to assist in combat.
In many cases, opponents can be defeated virtually.
During the conversation just now, Sweite's mental power has quietly penetrated into the opponent's consciousness, waiting for a one-hit kill at any time.
Seeing that the opponent insisted on fighting, Fu Que turned his wrist, "Kneeling is impossible, so let's make it quick."
After finishing speaking, Fu Que's fist broke through the wind. Before Sweite could react, the left face was smashed crookedly by the punch. Under the force of Fu Que's fist, he flew to the right and fell to the lawn beside him.It stopped after rolling for several laps.
By this time Sweite was covered in dirt and grass clippings.
This is not over yet, Fu Que followed, and the ruthless iron fist fell again.
This time Sweite finally reacted, and quickly turned over to avoid it.
Fu Que hit the air, her fist hit the ground, and dented a piece of the lawn that had been trampled down a long time ago, which shows her strength.
Sweite took the opportunity to roll away a little bit, and as soon as he got up, Fu Que came close to him again like a ghost, and the speed was so fast that Sweite had no time to fight back.
After another hard punch to the stomach by Fu Que, Sweite barely catches another punch from Fu Que.
But before he had time to be happy, he heard a crisp sound from his elbow, and severe pain swept over him. It seemed that his arm broke because he couldn't bear the force.
The brute force was so great that it frightened Sweite.
This kind of strength... His physical fitness has at least reached S rank!
Seeing that the move was not going to work, Fu Que received a flying kick with his right leg and kicked the person flying again.
This time, Sweite rubbed the grass and slid far away, leaving a deep scratch on the ground where it passed, and grass clippings and dust flew together.
Seeing that Fu Que was about to rush over again, Sweite quickly mobilized his mental power.
He originally planned to activate his mental power when Fu Que had no time to take care of other things, but he didn't realize that the plan could not keep up with the change until he fought.Fu Que hit every move with ease, but he was so beaten that he was powerless to fight back.
If he doesn't activate it again, he may really be defeated.
The latent mental power exploded directly following his instructions.
Sweite originally thought that Fu Que would fall into a coma directly under his mental attack, and no matter how bad it was, it would affect her actions.
But what Sweite didn't expect was that Fu Que rushed forward as if he was not affected at all, without even pausing.
what happened?
How could his mental power have no effect on her?!
Sweite tried again to launch a psychic attack, but failed.
After his spiritual power entered Fu Que's body, it was like a mud cow had entered the sea, without a sound.
At that moment, Sweite really panicked.
He quickly raised his still intact hand and surrendered, "Don't hit, don't hit, I admit defeat!"
Fu Que stopped immediately and walked up to Sweite, "Go back and tell the person who hired you that you are always with us in a fight, and it is absolutely impossible to kneel down and beg for mercy."
Sweite nodded, stood up unsteadily, "Okay, I'll tell him—"
Before he finished speaking, Sweite already had a dagger in his hand, which he pulled out from his waist while he was getting up.
"Let him see how miserable you are!"
With hatred, Sweite swung at Fu Que with a dagger.
The sharp blade gleamed dazzlingly in the sun.
Fu Que took half a step back almost immediately, raised his leg and kicked up, hit the back of Sweite's hand, and sent the dagger flying.
The surrounding students scattered and dodged.
With the edge of the dagger facing down, it stuck on the lawn, and half of it sank into the soil.
After Fu Que retracted his kick, he punched Sweite hard in the stomach again.
This time the force was stronger, and Sweite's facial features twisted for a moment before falling out.
He hugged his stomach and curled up on the ground, his internal organs were in severe pain like burning.
"you……"
When he opened his mouth, he vomited blood.
Fu Que looked at him without any ups and downs, "If you want to sneak attack, you are still far away."
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