The flower-growing soul has an uncertain identity, only farming is stable

He Facai and Meng Ke staggered at the same time and turned around to glare at each other: "It's none of your business!"

"Wow! You two seem to have a good understanding of each other. That's perfect, let's compete now."

After saying that, he turned around with a serious expression and shouted, "Line up!"

The cadets instinctively lined up within ten seconds. He Facai ran out of the training area, but was grabbed by Pu Shan's large hand: "Where are you going, little bastard? Can't you see your instructor is here?"

He Facai struggled: "You are not my instructor, let me go!"

The instructor is 2.3 meters tall, like a small mountain, and He Facai is 1.86 meters tall, and looks like a little chick when picked up.

Meng Ke hid at the back of the team and thought she had escaped, but was dragged to the front of the team by the instructor who came by way of a detour.

"Alright! Let's start! Watch everything carefully. I'll give you a verbal summary later. If it's not good, wait for me!"

He Facai realized that the instructor was selectively deaf and was so anxious that he jumped up and down: "Instructor, I'm really not your student. I'm from the training area next door."

The instructor didn't care: "Don't talk nonsense, the one next door is a noob. Do you really think I didn't see you kill the star beast? Hurry up, let's start practicing."

The word "rookie" reminded He Facai that Meng was a rookie planter. He should have enough time to return home quickly.

Before Meng Ke could come to his senses, He Facai's fist was already heading towards Meng Ke's face. Meng Ke screamed "Fuck" and instinctively dodged, then slipped away far away the next second.

It's really not her fault. The opponent she met before was too strong. She didn't even have the chance to fight back, so she was beaten and escaped at her best.

Then, the students saw two people running around the field, but there was no exciting fighting scene.

Just as Meng Ke was about to jump past the instructor for the 30th time, the instructor kicked him and said, "Give me a good beating. If you dare to run again, I'll break one of your legs."

Meng Ke flew ten meters in the air, and when she landed she did a tenacious somersault and barely landed. The next second, He Facai's shadowless kick hit her chest hard.

Damn it! He simply left no chance for survival. Meng Ke twisted her body with incredible resilience to avoid the attack. After finally stabilizing herself, He Facai launched another sweeping kick. Meng Ke rolled over to avoid it. Seeing He Facai turning around and slashing with his knife, Meng Ke used force from her heel to strike He Facai hard on the back of the head.

He Facai fell slowly, and Meng Ke was also knocked to the ground hard because of the unstable center of gravity and twisted body. Not only that, but also sprained his waist.

"Get up! Drag him aside and get back to team training."

The instructor came over and kicked Meng Ke.

Meng Ke couldn't help but hissed, "Instructor, I twisted my waist and may need more care."

"What the hell! Stop playing tricks on me, you! Go find someone in the healing department training area."

"You! Throw these two aside."

Mengke's waist was really hurting. The freshman who was called upon to drag someone away grabbed Mengke's right shoulder and walked away. When they reached the edge of the training area, he loosened his grip and Mengke fell to the ground with a thud. The pain was piercing and extremely sore.

"Classmate, what's your name?"

Even if it hurts like hell, she will remember this classmate's name and wait for her!

"My name is Gao Sheng."

The tall and burly classmate smiled foolishly, completely unaware that someone was taking notes in a small notebook.

Meng Ke gritted her teeth and snorted, "If you are single, it is definitely based on your strength."

Gao Sheng didn't understand: "Why? Wouldn't it be easier to find a wife if you're capable?"

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and drag him away!"

The instructor kicked He Facai impatiently.

Meng Ke turned her head and saw He Facai being dragged by Gao Sheng's feet and coming over with his head rubbing against the ground. She immediately felt much more balanced.

I have to say that the therapist is really awesome. Mengke’s back pain was cured in less than a minute.

Meng Ke held the therapist's hand, tears welling up in her eyes. "Brother, you're such a good person! Take this box of fruit and eat it. And this box of dried meat, don't refuse it. If you don't accept it, how can I bother you next time? You must accept it. If it weren't for you, I would be paralyzed. You are my great benefactor."

My benefactor classmate turned as red as a boiled shrimp, with heat rising to his head. He struggled for a long time but couldn't pull his hand back. He looked around anxiously for help.

The instructor walked over in two or three steps and picked up Meng Ke: "Stop causing trouble and go to training!"

After saying that, he threw Meng Ke into the training area.

I turned around and asked the therapist who was holding two food containers, "Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The therapist had already examined He Facai's body. When the instructor asked him about it, he quickly stood at attention and said, "Instructor! This student has no internal or external injuries. He just fainted. He will wake up in about ten minutes."

In the training area, the students were fighting in pairs. Meng saw that no one was free, so he squatted in the crowd and paddled.

"You! Come out!"

Everyone looked in the direction the instructor pointed. Great! Meng Ke was called again.

The classmates consciously made way for Meng Ke. Meng Ke had just hesitated for two or three steps when the impatient instructor came up to him and pulled him to the front of the team by the collar: "I'll be your sparring partner."

When Meng Ke was in dire straits, He Facai woke up faintly. Seeing the instructor busy, he was secretly happy. He tiptoed to the door of the training area. Seeing victory in sight, the instructor shouted at him: "Stop!"

It was impossible for him to stop. He Facai ran away. The instructor shouted, "Catch him!"

He Facai was escorted back with a bruised face. The instructor smiled sinisterly: "Run! Boy, why don't you keep running!"

He Facai realized he was already late, so he decided to throw in the towel and yell at the instructor, "Do you understand what I'm saying? I'm not your student. I'm from the Planting Department, not your individual soldier department. Do you hear me?"

The scene was dead silent, and so was the training area next door.

"Wang Datong, please release my student immediately!"

The instructor next door yelled at the individual soldier instructor through the isolation net, with flames burning in his eyes.

Wang Datong turned on his computer and asked He Facai, "What's your name?"

"How to get rich."

Wang Dayi checked, and uh, there really was no such person.

Some were unconvinced and shouted, "Line up! Count!"

As it turns out, the number of people is just right, not counting the wealth.

Wang Datong, who was unwilling to give up, called the roll again, without any error.

This is awkward.

The instructor next door sneered loudly: "If you don't even know how many people are in your own team, what's the point of teaching? You might as well get out of here!"

This is a blatant disrespect, how can I tolerate it?

Wang Datong snorted loudly, "As for your rookie team, He Facai has always been misleading students. It just so happens that we have an odd number of players on our side, so we're short of one for the two-on-two sparring. Let him practice here."

This is not a matter of discussion, but a direct decision.

The instructor from the next area was clearly on a different page from Instructor Wang Datong. He pointed at Wang Datong's nose and roared, "Who are you calling a noob? You can call them untalented, but why are you calling them noobs? They are the pillars of the alliance, the future of the alliance!"

"Who isn't the future of the alliance?! You tell me! Who here isn't? And you're just a gifted dog? You think everyone doesn't have one!"

Wang Datong picked up Meng Ke, pointed at her nose and asked loudly, "Did you see that?! She's an intermediate planter. Do you have anyone more advanced than her? Humph! How dare you challenge me? I'll beat you to death!"

Meng Ke was stared at by thousands of classmates from both training areas. Feeling extremely embarrassed, she covered her face and silently chanted to herself, "Can't see me! Can't see me!"

At this time, the two instructors' light computers rang at the same time. No one knew what they saw. Meng Ke was put down steadily by Instructor Wang Datong. The instructors in the two training areas continued training as if nothing had happened.

He Facai finally returned to the nest and was so excited that tears filled his eyes. But before he could feel happy, he found out with sadness that he was not liked by his own instructor.

At lunch time, Meng Ke went to the cafeteria to get food with a bruised face.

Then, she encountered the first lucky thing of the day. The handsome uncle in the cafeteria might have felt sorry for her and gave her an extra meat dish and an extra vegetable dish. The set meal originally consisted of two meat dishes and one vegetable dish. She added one meat dish and one vegetable dish, making it three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes in total. The price did not increase with the increased quantity, and her life became wonderful. Meng Ke felt that all the bad luck of the morning had gone away.

Just after sitting down and taking a few bites, someone sat down opposite him. Meng Ke was so focused on eating that he didn't pay any attention. In the student cafeteria, this is not called sharing a table. The seat you sit on is yours. This is the default rule.

The person opposite pushed over two familiar boxes and said, "Meng Ke, this is back to you."

Meng Ke obviously didn't grasp the point. He pointed at himself and asked, "How do you know my name?"

"You won first place in the freshman competition. Everyone knows you. There are photos of you on the campus forum."

Meng Ke was furious: "I'm going to sue them for violating my portrait rights."

"It was posted on the official website, and it wasn't for profit, nor did it contain any personal attacks. You can't win the lawsuit."

"Oh! Just forget I said anything."

The topic returned to the original topic. The student from the Department of Therapy pointed at the lunch box on the table and said, "Meng Ke, please put it away quickly. I really can't accept this."

Meng Ke leaned forward and said, "Classmate, please give me some treatment! I believe you must have a pursuit of beauty."