No matter how scared you are, what should come will always come.

A week passed, and all the fifth graders in Mecha Combat Department received severe beatings from Fu Que.

Wherever Fu Que passed, there were wailing everywhere.

Her name as the Great Demon King has also been thoroughly spread.

Many fifth graders said that when they saw Fu Que, their calves began to shake involuntarily, and they were almost out of conditioning.

The posts in the forum are still being updated regularly, recording Fu Que's daily "atrocities", and it has reached the sixteenth page in a blink of an eye.

At the beginning, the other grades had an attitude of being nothing to do with themselves, and they were all watching for fun, but watching them couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for the fifth graders.

awful.

That's horrible.

They had never seen such a devilish way of teaching.

Everyone thinks that Fu Que is too ruthless, only Fu Que himself firmly believes that these are just the basics, and the fifth graders who can't even do the basics are pure and weak chickens.

These words directly hit the vast majority of people, and made many fifth graders start to doubt life.

Are they really that weak?

After another day of practical lessons, Fu Que received a video call from Mo Ran.

She clicked on the connection, and Mo Ran's image immediately appeared in front of her eyes.

Looking at the background, Mo Ran is not in the office, but in a deep, pure white corridor, which should be the corridor of the school hospital.

"Yuzhou woke up," he said.

"I have already asked about the reason why he suddenly attacked you, and it is similar to the previous guess. After knowing your hidden strength, he thought you had something to do, so he tried it out."

"However, his method of probing is different from what we thought. At the beginning, he wanted to directly suppress you by force, and force you to reveal your intentions after defeating you, but only after fighting did you find that you are stronger than he imagined. This made him strongerI felt that you were too dangerous to stay, so I took a ruthless hand."

Speaking of this, Mo Ran looked helpless.

"I have also explained to him about your identity, and I still follow the rhetoric of the Chengying Legion."

Fu Que: "Okay, just handle it well."

Fu Que didn't care about whether Ren Yuzhou woke up, when he woke up, or what his original intention was, as long as he didn't come to cause trouble for her later.

"Well. But he wants to see you now, do you want to see him?" Mo Ran asked.

"See what I do?"

"Apologize to you, as I said before, he still owes you an apology."

"No need." Fu Que refused decisively.

"Then I declined?" Mo Ran said, and added: "But I have to tell you in advance, according to Yu Zhou's personality, if you don't want to see him, he may come to you directly to apologize later."

Fu Que frowned upon hearing this, she didn't like to complicate simple things, after thinking about it, she let go, "See you then."

After getting Fu Que's reply, Mo Ran walked into the ward beside him. He changed his perspective, and the treatment cabin in the ward appeared before Fu Qun's eyes.

Ren Yuzhou opened his eyes at this moment, and was staring at Fu Que on the opposite side of the light screen.

"Teacher Fu." He said, his voice hoarse.

"Ok."

"I'm sorry for misunderstanding you. I was too self-righteous, and I thought you had a problem based on my own subjective assumptions. This is wrong. I'm sorry for causing you trouble. The substitute teacher has worked hard..." Ren Yuzhou's body was stillBefore recovering, he started coughing non-stop after talking for a long time in one breath.

Fu Que still said the same sentence: "It's okay, I don't need your apology."

"However, I suggest that you find a psychological counselor after you recover from your injury. The past is over, don't let it affect your future." Fu Que said.

Hearing this, Ren Yuzhou coughed violently again, his eyes were flickering, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he only said: "Okay, thank you."

After leaving the ward, Mo Ran complained to Fu Que: "Actually, I suggested that he find counseling before, but he refused to listen."

"Then let him go." Fu Que was just suggesting, whether the other party accepts or not has nothing to do with her.

After hanging up the phone, this matter is completely over for Fu Que.

Fu Que stood up and stretched. Just as he was thinking about going out for a walk, he received another voice call from Song Tingyun.

Once connected, Fu Que asked, "Are you here in a group?"

"Huh?" Song Tingyun suddenly realized: "Who else hit?"

"Mo Ran, just hung up."

Hearing this, Song Tingyun smiled over there, "He still needs to make a call so close?"

If it was him, why would he need a phone call at such a short distance, he would have come straight to the door a long time ago.

Fu Que explained: "Because he is in the school hospital, it is not convenient to come here."

"The school hospital?" Song Tingyun was curious: "Does anyone in the school dare to beat the principal?"

The only person in the school who dared to hit the principal was on the other end of the phone, and replied: "It's not that he was injured, it's the school's teacher."

After finishing speaking, Fu Que added: "I called that teacher."

Hearing Fu Que's words, combined with the fact that Mo Ran suddenly contacted him a few days ago and said that he would use his name to create a Chengying Legion identity for Fu Que, Song Tingyun can probably guess what happened.

"This teacher suspects your identity and has shot you?" Although Song Tingyun used interrogative sentences, he was actually sure.

"Well, so he lay in the hospital and just woke up."

This is Fu Que's style, Song Tingyun is not surprised.

He immediately thought of another question: "Isn't the school short of a teacher?"

"Yeah," Fu Que's voice rarely sounded a little helpless, "I'm taking his place temporarily, teaching the fifth grade practical class."

Fu Que teaching practical lessons?

Song Tingyun remembered Fu Que's appearance as a thorny student in school, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like to teach her, but he subconsciously felt that it should be very interesting.

"If it's you in class, I'd really like to hear it." He said sincerely.

Fu Que: "Really? Chen Xingyu also said the same."

...Chen Xingyu?

Song Tingyun paused, "Is he still in the military academy?"

"Well, he said that he will be here this month, and he will relearn the initial mecha and fighting while taking the annual leave."

"……yes?"

In just a few sentences, it is not difficult to hear that Fu Que and Chen Xingyu have a deep friendship.

Although Song Tingyun knew in his heart that it was normal for a strong man like Fu Que to attract Chen Xingyu's attention, he still couldn't help but think about it.

It's only been a few days and the relationship is so good, what happens after that?

"How did you know each other?" Song Tingyun asked calmly.

Fu Que hardly thought about it, and accurately summed it up in two words: "Fight."

Song Tingyun laughed: "An exchange of blows may lead to friendship? It really looks like your style."

"That's right."

Fu Que recalled the process of getting to know Chen Xingyu. Whether it was a virtual battle or a real person outside the dormitory, there was indeed a feeling of an exchange of blows may lead to friendship.

"And we have the same hobbies," Fu Que added.

As soon as these words came out, even if Song Tingyun wanted to ignore them again, he felt an uncontrollable emotion called jealousy in his heart.

Thinking of this, he also said the truth: "Suddenly I'm a little jealous of him."

"Who are you jealous of? Chen Xingyu?"

"Yeah." Song Tingyun admitted.

Different from the calmness on the surface, Song Tingyun's heart was beating very fast, hitting his chest forcefully, making him restless while waiting for Fu Que's reply.

But Fu Que is a piece of wood.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Are you jealous that he has annual leave and you don't? Or are you jealous that he can go back to school to experience campus life without any scruples?"

These words directly choked Song Tingyun, and his heart stopped suddenly.

He knew that Fu Que's brain circuits were always miraculous, but Song Tingyun didn't expect that Fu Que could stab his heart so precisely and ruthlessly while perfectly avoiding the correct answer.

Whenever Song Tingyun had a holiday, he would not only be able to make voice calls in the Capital Star, and he would not even be able to meet people.

After a moment of aphasia, Song Tingyun pressed his temples, and continued following Fu Que's train of thought: "I have both. When I have a vacation someday, I will come to Liefengxing to find you."

"Okay," Fu Que replied, "It's time to call Mo Ran to get together."

Song Tingyun said in his heart that it was unnecessary, but there was no objection on the surface, but he quickly changed the subject: "I won't mention him, let's talk about you, how are you doing recently?"

"Me? It's pretty good. Apart from opening and locking the door every day, I also take one or two combat lessons. When I have nothing to do, I will go to the virtual battle room to play." Fu Que simply listed his daily life.

After listening to it, Song Tingyun commented: "It's quite fulfilling."

After that, the two chatted intermittently for a while, and they talked about trivial daily life, such as what they ate recently, what interesting things happened to them, and they said whatever came to mind.

It was half an hour after hung up the phone.

Fu Que glanced at the time, and was a little surprised that they could talk for so long.

And Zhou Xu also sent her a message during the time they were talking.

"It's hopeless: I'm coming to the Federal Military Academy the day after tomorrow."

Fu Que guessed that Zhou Xu should have something to talk to her about rose seeds, so he replied:

"Your father: OK, let's get in touch when the time comes."

Before Fu Que could wait for Zhou Xu, he received the news that Chen Xingyu was leaving the next day.

"Didn't you say you would stay in the military academy for a month?" Fu Que asked.

Chen Xingyu was very distressed, "The plan was originally like this, but I suddenly received an order from the military department this morning, saying that I should go back to Capital Star."

"Capital star?"

Hearing this address, Fu Que inexplicably thought of Song Tingyun who was on the phone with her yesterday.

"Yes, it seems that they want to give me a promotion."

"Isn't that good?" Fu Que wondered.

"It's not bad, but it messed up my plans."

In Chen Xingyu's eyes, improving combat power is more important than promotion.

This time he took the annual leave with great difficulty, and it may be a long time before he wants to rest after returning home.

But the superior asked him to go back, so Chen Xingyu had no choice but to say goodbye to Fu Que.

"Then when are you leaving?" Fu Que asked.

"tomorrow."

Chen Xingyu was a little bit reluctant, "Teacher Fu Ci, you see I'm leaving, why don't you play another game with me?"

"Then you can stay in the military academy for another time in the name of hospitalization?" Fu Que looked suspicious.

Chen Xingyu wasn't ashamed when his little abacus was exposed, but asked expectantly, "Is it okay?"

"..."

"Can't."

The author has something to say:

The fifth grade before Fu Qun's coaching: Lao Tzu is number one in the world!

The fifth grade after Fu Que's coaching: Weak, pitiful and helpless

I was too busy two days before the festival, sorry sorry orz

Happy National Day to everyone!