Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Fan Mu skipped to the general's mansion.

"Uncle Jingyuan, I'm here!"

"Ah!" Jing Yuan yawned lazily, and then said helplessly, "Xiao Fanmu is here, and so early?"

"Yeah!" Fan Mu nodded, scratching his head a little embarrassedly, "Uncle Jingyuan, didn't you say that? A day's plan begins in the morning, and I'm a bit stupid, so I came to ask Uncle Jingyuan for advice in advance!"

"Haha, there's no need to do it so early." Jing Yuan shook his head helplessly and tidied up his messy hair.

"However, since we are here and the others haven't arrived yet, I will take this opportunity to teach you a few more things!"

Since the last time he asked Fan Mu whether he wanted to learn martial arts from him, he came over happily with a wooden stick the next day.

From then on, he couldn't stop. He basically came early every morning and went back very late every night. He studied very hard. However, it was a pity that Fan Mu's talent in martial arts was far from his expectations.

Just like that, a year passed, and this year Fan Mu is seven years old.

A martial arts arena.

boom! boom! boom!

There were constant collision sounds coming from inside.

Jing Yuan put one hand behind his back and held a small wooden stick in the other hand, dealing with Fan Mu's attack with ease.

On the contrary, Fan Mu's face was covered in sweat, his smile had disappeared, and was replaced by determination.

"Well, it's still the same problem. The movements are too big and there are too many irrelevant movements."

Suddenly, Jing Yuan waved his hand, and the wooden stick in Fan Mu's hand flew out instantly, and the stick was against his neck, with a smile on his face.

“The pace of progress is good, but it’s far from enough!”

Say harsh words in the softest tone.

"Oh, I didn't run into Uncle Jing Yuan again."

Fan Mu felt a little lost.

"Haha, I'm a general. What if I let a little guy like you bump into me so easily?"

"I really don't have any talent."

"Well, that's not the case. Everyone has something they are good at, but they just haven't discovered it yet."

Jing Yuan stroked his head to comfort him. Although he said that, according to the original plan, Fan Mu should have been able to start the next step of training early.

Forget it... let's do as Fu Qing says. The General's Mansion and the Imperial Assassin can still afford to support an idle person.

As for military merits... find an opportunity to send him to a safer place to gain experience for two years. This way it won't be considered as taking a backdoor, and he can just get a smaller official position.

"Xiao Fanmu, I have something to do today so I can't teach you how to practice sword." Jing Yuan suddenly said.

"it is good!"

Fan Mu was very sensible and didn't ask why.

"The martial arts arena is closed today, so you can take a day off."

"...Um."

Back at Taibusi, Fan Mu silently swung his sword in the yard. It wasn't some advanced sword technique, but the kind that everyone in the martial arts arena could do.

[Tsk tsk tsk, you have no talent for divination, no talent for martial arts, what use are you? Do you want me to lend you my power? ]

[Oh! That’s right! Even a dog with your talent would shake his head when seeing this. Even if I lend you my power, I’m afraid it’s better to lend it to a dog. At least when it gets mad, it will bite people very painfully! Haha! ]

Listening to the ridicule in his mind, Fan Mu did not refute or speak, as if he did not care at all, but... the sound of the wind in the air caused by the waving of the wooden stick became louder, and it was not difficult to hear the strength in his hands.

[Yes, I almost forgot. I remember you said shamelessly that you would share the pressure for your sister Fu Xuan, didn't you? ]

[As a result, haha, with your talent, do I need to say more? ]

[If you ask me, the reason why she comes home later and later recently is probably because you are too stupid and she doesn’t want to see you! ]

[And the so-called general, can you not see the disappointment in his eyes? ]

[Didn't you notice? She no longer requires you to do your homework or practice divination! That general doesn't want to teach you anymore!]

[What does this mean? You can't guess it, right? ]

This strange voice was full of temptation and teasing, as if it was blowing a breath of cool air on him.

[They are...completely disappointed in you! ]

As these mocking words fell, Fan Mu's pupils shrank slightly, his heart was beating rapidly, as if it would burst out of his chest in the next second, and the sound of wind in his ears suddenly disappeared, and it became very quiet.

The words "complete disappointment" echoed in his mind like a huge bronze bell roaring, and he was the bell in the bronze bell.

I...really can't do anything?

[Stupid, useless, how did I end up in your hands? ]

I can't do anything.

[Hey, you idiot, are you listening to me? ]

I can't tell fortunes, and I don't have any talent for martial arts...

Could it be... Could it be that it was really as it said, that Fu Xuan really didn't want to accompany him because he was too stupid?

No, no! It's lying to me!

But...why did it lie to me...

Fan Mu tried hard to recall in his mind and wanted to refute what he said, but... he found that the facts seemed to be just as it was said. Fu Xuan was disappointed in him, and his breathing became more and more rapid and heavy.

Fu Xuan was disappointed in him...

Uncle Jingyuan was also disappointed in him.

The posture of waving the wooden stick in his hand was messy and chaotic. At first glance, it looked like a little kid who knew nothing was chopping randomly with a wooden stick.

[Don't forget, you were only adopted, not your dear sister Fu Xuan's biological child, so she won't even let you call her mother! ]

【Remember your own identity, waste! 】

[Sooner or later you will be abandoned, just like a stray dog ​​that no one wants! ]

…………

night.

Fan Mu had been swinging a wooden stick in the yard all day. His eyes were confused, his clothes were completely soaked with sweat, and the grass under his feet had been trampled into a mess.

As soon as Fu Xuan returned, he saw this scene.

It seemed like nothing was wrong, and yet it seemed like nothing was wrong.

"Fanmu? What's wrong with you?"

She asked worriedly, walked quickly over, squatted in front of him, looked at the sweat flowing on his body, looked at the grass on the ground, she knew that Fan Mu must have been swinging the sword for a long time.

Hearing the familiar voice, Fan Mucai mechanically stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at her, and then looked at the sky. It was very dark. There was no moon or stars tonight, only thick clouds.

A breeze blew by, bringing a little coolness.

"Fu Xuan..." His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, his eyes were dim, he lowered his head, sweat dripped down his chin, and he asked in confusion.

"Am I stupid?"