Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

The only sound in the darkness was the wind.

Fan Mu acted as if he didn't hear it and continued swinging his sword vigorously and vigorously, but there was a deep confusion in his eyes.

Just today, he lost to a kid of the same age as him.

Losing is losing, he had no complaints, but he felt a little sad.

He and the boy were roommates, and along the way, he saw with his own eyes that every time the boy won a match in the martial arts arena, it was very easy and natural, just like a cat playing with mouse, that's how it should be!

Unlike him, who stumbled his way to the semi-finals, almost failed several times along the way, and finally took this step, but it was only three swords. After three swords, he lay on the ground without any power to resist!

Why... Talent...

In a trance, he seemed to hear all kinds of sounds in his ears.

"Hey, look, that guy over there is Master Fu Xuan's child. He was personally taught by General Jing Yuan since he was young, but he couldn't even survive three sword strikes!"

"Really? No way? Is there anyone who can be this bad?"

"Is he really the child of Master Fu Xuan? His talent is so poor! This is too embarrassing for Fu Xuan and the general!"

"Yeah, if I had this kind of treatment, I'm afraid... Never mind, I won't say it anymore. I heard that he was an orphan picked up by Master Fu Xuan and no one wanted him!"

"No wonder, that's not surprising. I was wondering if Master Fu Xuan is so powerful, how could there be such a weak child? Now he is training with us in a place like this. Is Master Fu Xuan also disappointed in him?"

Will Fu Xuan... be disappointed in him?

Fan Mu gripped the sword even tighter. He was never afraid of failure, nor...didn't care much. There should only be one person he cared about, and that was Fu Xuan!

He was not afraid of others saying that he was weak or a failure. What he was afraid of was that others would drag him and Fu Xuan together.

He was afraid that others would say that he was not worthy of being Fu Xuan's child, afraid that he would bring shame to Fu Xuan, and afraid that he would never be able to help Fu Xuan.

Fortunately, he never told anyone that he was Fu Xuan's 'child'.

He just wanted to help Fu Xuan and stand by her side!

But... with his talent, he might need 100 or 1000 years of training before he can be qualified to help Fu Xuan!

100, 1000 years,..., it will take a long time!

[Tsk tsk tsk, if it were you, you should just give up. Haha, what kind of help are you doing? Are you doing more harm than good?]

[After 100 years, maybe your sister Fu Xuan will become a general herself, so why would she need your help?]

[Regarding the so-called use of force to solve problems, how far do you think the boy on the martial arts stage today can go in 100 years? ]

A teasing voice sounded, carrying with it seduction and mockery.

Even though he knew it had bad intentions, Fan Mu couldn't help but continue thinking along the lines of what he said.

100 years...yeah.

When a genius starts to work hard, there is no room for ordinary people to do anything.

How far can he go after 100 years?

Help...help Fu Xuan manage a team of 100 people?

Ha ha.

Fan Mu was amused by himself.

He just wants to stay with Fu Xuan for the rest of his life, but it's so difficult!

[Difficult? What's so difficult about this? ]

[Believe me, throw away the broken sword in your hand, and go to her ear to beg for mercy after you get out. Maybe she will arrange you to stay by her side and serve you tea and water if she is happy.]

Is this okay?

can.

Fan Mu knew that if he did this, Fu Xuan would definitely agree.

But...what he wanted was never this kind of companionship and help. He still wanted to rely on his own strength to stay by her side and help her relieve stress, instead of just sitting there with tea and watching her busy and anxious.

Sweat had begun to seep out of his skin, soaking his clothes. A breeze blew by, and he shivered from the cold.

Da da da!

He heard footsteps and looked over. It was his instructor, with an expression that was exactly what he expected.

"Fan Mu, is there someone looking for you outside?"

"?"

"It's Master Taibu!"

The instructor added.

Fan Mu was puzzled and immediately stopped swinging the sword and hurriedly straightened his clothes and hair.

"Okay, go quickly, don't let Master Fu Xuan wait anxiously!" The instructor patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"Ah."

Just arrived at the gate of the military camp.

Looking at the iron gate in front of him, thinking that the person he had been thinking about was behind him, a hint of unnaturalness appeared on Fan Mu's face, and his heartbeat began to quicken.

He and Fu Xuan haven't seen each other for several months, so it would be a lie to say that he didn't miss him.

I took a deep breath, patted my cheeks hard, shook off the decadence on my face, and put on a warm smile.

He rubbed his hands on both sides of his sleeves, then signaled the goalkeeper to open the door.

The iron gate was slowly opened, and Fu Xuan's figure stood there majestically under the silvery moonlight, holding a bag in his hand, his long pink hair dancing in the wind. However, his stern little face melted slightly the moment he saw him, revealing a hint of tenderness.

Fan Mu took two or three steps forward and asked, "Sister Fu Xuan, why are you here?"

Fu Xuan did not speak to him immediately, but circled around him, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and finally walked a few circles and snorted softly!

"Well, come on, walk around with me!"

"Huh? Oh, good!"

Fan Mu was puzzled, but didn't ask any more questions and followed her.

The evening breeze blew, two or three leaves fell, and insects were chirping.

For some reason, as he walked quietly beside Fu Xuan, his originally confused and irritable heart was gradually soothed and became calm and peaceful.

As they walked, Fu Xuan suddenly asked.

"Today is the day for your new army to compete, right?"

Fan Mu felt warm at first, wondering if Fu Xuan was paying special attention to him. Then the warmth in his heart was gradually replaced by disappointment. Did this mean that Fu Xuan had calculated that he didn't win the championship today, and that it had embarrassed her?

[Tsk tsk, she didn't come to see you during the duel, but she came over right away when she found out you lost. Looking at her frowning expression, she might even blame you later!]

"Ah."

“Didn’t win the championship?”

"...Um."

"Are you in a bad mood?" Fu Xuan suddenly stopped.

"No...no."

An unnatural look appeared on his face and he subconsciously denied it, but he soon realized that his denial was useless.

Fu Xuan looked at him calmly and said, "Have you forgotten that I can tell fortunes?"

"..."

"I'm not very good at comforting people. Second place is already pretty good. Don't think too much about it. You've already surpassed most people!"

She suddenly sighed, her eyes became gentle and regretful, she stood on tiptoe, gently stroked Fan Mu's head, her voice soft.

"You've been great, dear, have a good night's rest. No matter what, I'll always be by your side."

She has been witnessing Fan Mu's efforts over the years. He must be very disappointed if he didn't win the championship, right?

She had been paying attention to these things since the martial arts performance began, and had already calculated the results.

Originally, she hadn't planned to come, thinking that this setback would help Fan Mu grow a little, but when the moment really came, thinking of his lost look, she couldn't help but get up from the bed and come over to take a look.

Why is Xiaofan so smart but has such poor talent?

And why is it "abundance"... oh.

Feeling the warmth on his head and listening to the gentle comforting voices in his ears, Fan Mu forced his eyes to turn slightly red and the grievances in his heart burst out.

Why is he still so weak despite trying so hard?

Why is Fu Xuan so nice to him?

Even if he wanted to give up now, he couldn't make up his mind.

Fu Xuan is so nice, I like Fu Xuan the most.

After returning to the tent and eating the fruit that Fu Xuan brought him, his mood was not so bad anymore.