Afterwards, Fu Que played several matches in a row, but failed to match Chen Xingyu.

After another easy win, Fu Que glanced at the time.

It's almost dinner time.

Fu Que sent a message to Chen Xingyu:

"Your father: no match."

After receiving the news, Chen Xingyu immediately responded with a lying down and tearful expression.

"Soda and rice is the best in the world: good..."

"Soda and rice are the best in the world: I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, and I may not have time to come to the virtual battle room recently. I will fight again when I come back!"

"Your father: let's talk about it first."

Seeing this, Chen Xingyu sent a series of crying emoticons and said that he would complain about the virtual battle system's matching mechanism for not being human.

Fu Que endured and endured, and finally clicked to block this person, completely cleansed.

After leaving the virtual battle room, just as his consciousness returned, Fu Que received a voice call from Song Tingyun.

Fu Que clicked on the connection: "Is there something wrong?"

There was a second of silence on the other side, and Song Tingyun's voice came from Guang's brain: "Did you beat Chen Xingyu?"

Fu Que changed into a comfortable position and slumped in the soft chair, "Your news is a bit late, it was several days ago."

Song Tingyun smiled lightly: "Sorry, I've been busy the past few days, and I just got time to go online."

Song Tingyun usually scans the information on the Xingwang forum when he has time to see what everyone is discussing recently and what needs attention.

As a result, as soon as he logged in today, he saw Fu Que's voting post hanging high on the front page of the forum.

No way, the name "your father" is too conspicuous.

Song Tingyun searched for keywords according to the ID, and soon found the video of the battle between Fu Que and Chen Xingyu.

Although Song Tingyun knew that Fu Que would definitely win, he couldn't help laughing when he saw the familiar initial mech when he walked in. He subconsciously recalled the scene when he was studying.

When Song Tingyun reacted, the optical brain page had jumped to the communication bar, and initiated a voice call to Fu Que.

Fu Que answered very quickly, and there was almost no time for him to prepare. Song Tingyun could only find something to say, and mentioned the video he had just watched.

Speaking of Chen Xingyu, Song Tingyun remembered the latest news he had received, and reminded: "Chen Xingyu is coming back from the Ninth galaxy, and he will go back to the Federal Military Academy first, so be careful not to be recognized by him."

"What happens if you recognize it?"

"I will jump up and down every day chasing you to ask for advice and learn from each other."

A picture flashed in Fu Que's mind: "Okay, I see. He's chasing me in the virtual battle room every day to match."

"If you feel annoying, you can block him."

Song Tingyun said: "He doesn't hold grudges, but he has a bit of an axis, which is like you."

"It's been blocked. But... does he look like me?"

Fu Que thought of how Chen Xingyu would post emojis every now and then, and it was really difficult for Fu Que to associate him with him.

"Like," Song Tingyun smiled, "Who back then practiced desperately whenever he had free time, looked for others to compete with each other, leapfrogged to challenge senior students, and became more and more frustrated when he lost. No one can persuade him?"

"..."

Although Fu Que didn't want to admit it, it was indeed something she did.

"Well, you say it looks like it."

Fu Que gave up struggling.

She did see a bit of her past self in Chen Xingyu, so she endured the bombardment of the other party's news for several days, until today she blocked him.

"Chen Xingyu is a person who is strong when he is strong. He likes to find people to learn from and improve himself through actual combat. He is especially obsessed with those who have defeated him. He will challenge again and again until he wins."

Song Tingyun paused for a second, his tone a little helpless: "So you understand, don't let him recognize you, or you will be annoyed to death."

Fu Que heard the subtext and asked: "It seems that you have been annoyed?"

"Well, so I sent him to the ninth galaxy to open up wasteland."

This trip is three years.

Fu Que was a little surprised when he heard that, and said with a smile, "Huh? It's really you."

Chen Xingyu was the first to push Song Tingyun to this point.

Song Tingyun also laughed, "Throwing him to the deserted star just grinds his temper."

Fu Que stroked his chin and thought for a while, "If it was me, I would probably beat him until he couldn't get up, so that he wouldn't have time to challenge me again."

Come once, beat me once.

Let him stay in the hospital well.

This is Fu Que's style, simple and crude.

Song Tingyun supported his forehead, "As expected of you."

At the same time as the two were talking, someone in a spaceship in a distant galaxy suddenly sneezed.

Chen Xingyu rubbed his nose, and muttered in a low voice, "Could it be the teacher scolding me?"

two days later.

When Fu Que left the school gate for a meal, three or four people followed behind him.

There seemed to be eyes staring at her in the dark.

Fu Que paid the bill and walked out, instead of going back to school, he walked into a remote alley instead.

There are too many people in the downtown area, and it is not easy to use it.

Small alleys are more suitable for her to fight.

At this time, the number of people following has become six.

As the number of people around gradually decreased, they also became bolder, scattered on both sides of the road, and firmly blocked the retreat.

Fu Que finally stopped at a closed alley.

When she turned around, the six people behind her were each holding sticks and wearing black vests. They were tall, thick-backed, and with knotted muscles in their exposed upper arms.

The leader in the middle stepped forward, "Are you Fu Ci?"

"I am," Fu Que replied, "Is it a fight? Let's fight together."

The leader spat out his cigarette and crushed it with his foot, "You are the first person to make such a request, you are arrogant enough, but we are not the military students you usually meet."

They also investigated Fu Que, and knew that the last Sweite who came to look for trouble was already lying in the hospital, so six people came directly this time. No matter what skills Fu Que has, he will definitely not be able to get out of this alley today.

Fu Que raised her eyebrows, "Then let's try."

"Go!" After the leader finished speaking, the other five rushed towards Fu Que with sticks in hand.

The ferocious faces of several people were reflected in Fu Que's bright black eyes, and the sound of the wind piercing when the iron rod was swung down heavily in her ears, she went straight forward instead of retreating.

The seven quickly fought together.

This group of people came from a mercenary gang, all of whom had reached the S level in physical fitness, and they were dedicated to working for the rich.

As long as you give money, you can do anything.

This time, the task given to them by their employer was to beat up this man named Fu Ci, life or death.

Fighting one of six mercenaries is not a difficult task no matter how you look at it.

It turned out that they couldn't beat Fu Que at all.

Fu Que's actions were as fast as lightning, while quickly dodging the iron rod, he punched out.

The arm looked slender, but the strength was not small. When the punch hit the flesh, even a person with S physical strength would be so painful that his face would twist.

In a short time, the six people were all beaten to the ground, unable to get up again.

Fu Que stood among the six people lying dead, looking like a normal person, without any trace of injury.

She walked up to the leader, grabbed him by the collar and picked him up, "Is the person who came looking for you surnamed Sun?"

Fu Que has already forgotten Sun Changyi's name, only remembering that the other party's surname is Sun.

This person also has a tough temper, "So what if you are, so what if you are not?"

He was punched by Fu Que in the left eye, and now the entire eye socket has turned purple like a black eye, which is extra funny.

"It's not that good," Fu Que said, "Tell him, if there is another time, I'll go face to face with him to settle the accounts. I will do what I say."

Although they are all small actions that are not on the stage, they are not worth mentioning to Fu Que, but it is not a problem to be always remembered.

Fu Que is getting annoyed and wants to fix it all at once.

After finishing speaking, she let go of her hand and let the opponent hit the ground heavily.

Fu Que bypassed the people on the ground and was about to leave the scene when there was applause overhead.

Fu Que heard the reputation and looked around, and there was a young man with black hair and red eyes sitting on the wall of the alley, holding a paper bag in his hand.

Seeing Fu Que looking at him, he jumped off the wall and walked up to Fu Que in two or three steps, blinking at Fu Que with his blood-red eyes, "You are so good, can you compete with me?"

Fu Que: "?"

Without even thinking about it, she directly refused, "No discussion."

After finishing speaking, Fu Que turned around and left the alley.

The man followed, "That's right, you just finished fighting, and your physical strength is exhausted. It's not fair to you to fight with me now. Do you want to add a communication number and make an appointment next time?"

Fu Que kept walking, "No appointment."

The man was not disappointed either, “Oh, it’s okay.”

He handed the paper bag in front of Fu Que, "Then eat melon seeds?"

The melon seeds in the paper bag are plump and still steaming. It seems that they have just been fried. The aroma of caramel mixed with the smell of melon seeds is tangy.

Fu Que only glanced at it, and immediately stood still, "Where did you buy it?"

The man pointed in one direction, "Turn across the front, go straight, turn again, it's also a small alley called Zhouji Guazi."

As he said that, he rolled his eyes and grinned slyly, two small canine teeth were clearly visible, "The road is a bit devious, how about I take you there?"

Fu Que thought for a while, "Okay, thank you."

The man waved his hand, "You're welcome~ let's go."

"Let me tell you, their fried melon seeds are delicious, and you can smell it from a long distance. It's just that the location is too remote, and many people don't often go there. I only found out when a friend took me there when I was studying.It turns out that there is such a treasure shop in this corner."

This person was probably a chatterbox, he never stopped talking all the way, and when Fu Que finished buying melon seeds, his topic returned to Fu Que again.

"I see that you have good skills. Are you a new teacher at the military academy?" He asked.

Fu Que sniffed the paper bag. The bag was filled with the aroma of butter, and he couldn't help feeling happier, and he was a little more patient with the person in front of him, "It doesn't count."

"What does it mean? Isn't it all yes or no?"

Before Fu Que could answer, a roar came from a distance——

"Chen Xingyu!"

The people around Fu Que trembled when they heard the sound.

Fu Que looked up, and there was a middle-aged man walking towards the two of them in the distance, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Seeing this, the people around him hurriedly handed the paper bag in Fu Que's hand, "Please hold it for me, I'll take a step first, see you later!"

After speaking, he ran in the opposite direction.

Seeing him run away, the middle-aged man started to run, "Chen Xingyu, stop! Don't run! I've been waiting for you at the school gate for a long time, and you're here to pick up a little girl? See if I won't beat you!"

"Ahhh, teacher, I didn't pick up the little girl, I just bought melon seeds!"

"Bah! I saw it all! Brat, stop for me!"

The two talked in the air, and ran away in a hurry.

Fu Qin was left on the spot, watched their backs going away, and silently ate a mouthful of melon seeds.

Well, it's delicious.