Collapse: The opening system captures the Herrscher of Knowledge

Upon hearing Fu Ming's address to Bronya, everyone perked up instantly, their eyes scanning her up and down with barely concealed curiosity.

Lyle was the first to step forward, his tone filled with gossipy excitement:

"Dude, what did you just call the captain?"

Fu Ming was about to speak:

"Big......"

Before he could finish speaking, Bronya suddenly stomped on his foot, a sweet smile on her face, but her eyes were devoid of any warmth:

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Fu Ming's words caught in his throat, and he gasped in pain. The dull ache in his toe made his face change instantly, and he quickly waved his hand.

"N-nothing! I meant 'Everyone...you've all worked hard,' yes, that's it!"

As he spoke, he tried to sneak his feet back, but Bronya wouldn't let go. Her seemingly delicate boots seemed welded to his shoes, and the force made him afraid to even grimace.

Lyle stared wide-eyed, about to ask more questions, when Timido quietly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to add fuel to the fire—the captain's "smile" was barely concealed.

Adam stood to the side with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping between the two of them, before clearing his throat twice to break the awkward silence:

"Ahem, Captain, if we delay any longer, it will get dark."

This gave Bronya a way out, and she slowly moved her foot away, her tone instantly returning to its usual calm and decisive manner:

"Timido, let's go."

Fu Ming rubbed his aching foot, watching Bronya and Timido's retreating figures, and couldn't help but grimace and mutter under his breath:

"I'll remember this grudge..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a face brimming with gossip suddenly loomed close to his eyes.

Lyle lowered his voice, his tone full of curiosity:

"Dude, what's your relationship with the captain?"

Fu Ming glanced at him sideways, his expression serious:

“V me 50, listen to my revenge plan.”

Lyle looked disgusted:

"You want more money?"

"No money? Get lost!"

Fu Ming raised his hand and pushed away the head that was leaning towards him, then turned around and walked into the garage. He conjured up a beanbag chair, plopped down on it, and looked like he couldn't be bothered with anyone.

Lyle stared at his figure, then suddenly his eyes lit up. He clapped his hands, leaned close to Adam, and whispered mysteriously:

"I understand! He and the captain definitely..."

"clean."

Adam coldly interrupted him, shoving a broom directly into his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Okay~"

Lyle pouted and resignedly picked up the broom to sweep the floor, but his mind raced through all sorts of guesses, making him slow down his sweeping movements.

For a moment, the garage was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of Lyle sweeping and the occasional soft noise of Adam tidying up.

Fu Ming lay on the beanbag chair, seemingly resting with his eyes closed, but he secretly opened his eyelids a crack and observed Lyle, who was slowly sweeping the floor and occasionally glancing over, as well as Adam, who was moving nimbly to the side.

Suddenly, Lyle seemed to remember a crucial clue, and he moved closer to Adam, lowering his voice even further:

"Dude, you think that guy calling the captain so affectionately might mean he likes Captain Bronya? The captain may be a bit older, but she's undeniably beautiful and in great shape."

As he spoke, he suddenly put one hand on his hip, his tone full of excitement as if he had discovered the truth, then quickly lowered his voice:

"Besides, he just called the captain—Big Duck! Even the bishop has never called the captain that!"

Fu Ming lay on the sofa, listening to Lyle's endless grumbling, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Adam didn't even lift his eyelids, his hands didn't stop moving, and his tone was as calm as if he were stating a fact:

"Sweep your floor. He's no weaker than the captain. If he wants to take you down, I can only cheer him on from the sidelines."

Kiana☆: Lyle, huh? Watch out, or I'll get Bronya to teach you a lesson!!!

Lyle pursed his lips, about to mutter under his breath, "It's just a question," when he saw Fu Ming suddenly sit up from the beanbag chair, his eyes sweeping over him with a sinister gaze:

"If you're bored out of your mind, why don't you come over and give me a shoulder massage?"

Lyle immediately took two steps back, watching him warily:

"I'm still busy cleaning!"

Fu Ming raised an eyebrow and said slowly:

"What? Don't you want to know what I was going to call Bronya just now? Don't you want to know about the 'grudges and entanglements' between us?"

If you come and massage my shoulders for five minutes, I'll reluctantly reveal a little bit of information.

These words instantly piqued Lyle's curiosity. He gripped the broom, paced back and forth in a dilemma, his eyes darting between Fu Ming and Adam. In the end, his gossip instincts prevailed, and he tiptoed over:

"Five minutes! Not a second more!"

Fu Ming waved to him, a sly smile on his face:

"Don't worry, come on over."

Lyle reluctantly put down the broom, squatted down in front of Fu Ming, carefully grasped his shoulders, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"What's your relationship with the captain? Why do you call her 'Big Duck'? Did this sofa just appear out of thin air? And are you even a man or a woman...?"

Fu Ming snorted:

Why do you ask so many questions?

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps suddenly came from the garage door. Bronya and Timido returned, one carrying a box in her arms and the other carrying a sofa on her shoulder.

As Bronya lay on the sofa, Fu Ming and Lyle, who was massaging her shoulders, raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Colodi player, what are you doing?"

Lyle's hand was still on Fu Ming's shoulder. Hearing that familiar voice, he slowly turned his head, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace:

"Captain, I was just... carrying out the task you assigned, keeping a close eye on him. Now that you're back, I'll go clean up!"

As he spoke, he quickly picked up the broom and held it in front of him, looking completely innocent as if he were "seriously cleaning."

Then, Bronya's gaze swept past Lyle and landed on Fu Ming on the sofa. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone, though devoid of emotion, carried a subtle sense of pressure:

"I was only gone for a short while, and you've already started ordering my team around to serve you. Does your foot still hurt?"

Fu Ming paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to shake his head and say "It doesn't hurt," but when he met her eyes—seemingly calm but actually hiding a sharp edge—he changed his mind and hummed incoherently:

"Those are high heels, and you stepped on them so hard, how could it not hurt?"

"Don't pretend."

Bronya's tone was flat, and with a single sentence, she exposed his clumsy acting, speechless:

"You and the class monitor have terrifying recovery abilities, so this pain should have healed long ago. If you give me random nicknames again, or order my teammates around, it won't be as simple as just kicking them."

Fu Ming pouted and muttered irritably:

"Okay, okay, next time I'll call you 'Lady Bronya' properly, alright? Kiana☆ doesn't even get this treatment."

Bronya's eyes lit up immediately:

"Oh? Even Kiana☆ doesn't get this treatment? Bronya-sama. Cough cough, whatever, call me whatever you like."

Kiana☆: Ah Ming, when you come back I'm going to make you call me Kiana☆-sama a hundred times!!!