Flowers in full bloom [Through the book, I became the favorite of the dark group]

Chapter 668 Memory: Running-in

"Well, ahem," Mu Liangchao, who was sitting opposite her, touched his nose awkwardly, raised his hand to pick up the fruit basket and put it on the table, "I saw it on the way here and bought it."

Chang Le glanced at the fruit basket that was as colorful as his hair, but he didn't look at it, nor did he expose his lie that he bought it on the way. He lived at the foot of the mountain, and all the businesses from the foot of the mountain to the mountain were his own, and they directly supplied the people in the mountain. It wasn't a supermarket, so how could he buy it?

"Stop shaking." Chang Le couldn't help but stare at his shaking legs.

Mu Liangchao felt awkward and subconsciously shook his legs. He felt a little embarrassed when she said that directly, so he said stubbornly: "It's not okay to shake your legs! I didn't shake your legs!"

Chang Le rolled his eyes.

"Hey! I've been here for half a month, and I haven't seen any other skills from you, but your temper has improved!" Mu Liangchao pulled off a grape and threw it over.

Chang Le raised his hand to catch it.

"If you have the ability, wait until your injury is healed, and let Fu Guang arrange for you to train under me, so I can see what you can do! If the ability you show can match your stubborn temper, we can write off your bite to me! How about it?" Mu Liangchao said excitedly.

Chang Le raised his eyes calmly, looked him up and down, and complained in his heart: How can a person of his age be so childish.

"What can you teach me?" Chang Le asked.

This is what she cares about most. As for performance and proof, only naive people would care about that.

Mu Liangchao immediately recounted the content of the training he was responsible for as if he was selling a product, and then spent a lot of effort bragging about his achievements in thermal weapons.

Chang Le: "Oh, but I like cold weapons."

A basin of cold water poured down on his head, Mu Liangchao looked incredulous: "What? You don't like those fiery and exquisite weapons, and like those cold things? No! You must learn from me, and of course, learn cold weapons from Lao Si. I will definitely conquer you with my personal charm and make you choose to fall in love with the hot and fiery weapons!"

Chang Le definitely didn't fall in love with him, but was instead disgusted by the words he used.

But thinking carefully, Chang Le wanted to learn both, so he nodded: "Okay."

"It's settled! I'll go say hello to Fu Guang first!" Mu Liangchao jumped up and left.

Seeing him leave, Chang Le just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to eat some grapes when he rushed in again and shouted extremely loudly:

"sorry!"

Then he ran away like the wind.

Chang Le: ...

She thought for a long time before she realized that it might be an apology for the day when she injured his men and he came to question her.

However, Fu Guang said that "Alai" was Mu Liangchao's comrade-in-arms, the kind who could fight side by side with him.

When talking about comrades, Chang Le automatically brought up Ye Buqi. Only Sister Xiao Ye could make her completely believe it.

Thinking of what Sister Xiaoye said before she left, Chang Le clenched his fists and secretly vowed to live well.

After a month of rest, Chang Le was allowed to start martial arts training.

When Fu Guang asked her to choose one among Mu Liangchao, Ren Baitou, Wan Buxun and Xue Wuwang to follow for training, she chose Mu Liangchao without hesitation.

"Is it because of the bet?" Fu Guang asked.

Chang Le shook his head: "He is the most suitable."

She had observed these four people. Ren Baitou and Wan Bujun were both straightforward and dull, and were not suitable to lead her. The fierce-looking Xue Wuwang was too special to her. He usually spoke very gently. How could he be so cruel during training? Therefore, the only one who was really cruel and had the mouth to point out her shortcomings was Mu Liangchao.

However, she had a question. She looked up at Fu Guang, but the words were on the tip of her tongue.

Fu Guang noticed and guessed what she was thinking: "Why don't you ask why I'm not the one taking you?"

Chang Le was silent. She wanted to ask, but when she thought that he might say something like "I'm too busy" or "You're not good enough for me to take care of you myself", she didn't want to ask.

Fu Guang touched her head secretly, and Chang Le immediately jumped away, covering her head and glaring at him angrily.

He got what he wanted, and laughed happily to himself: "It's not that I don't want to take you to Wuxun, it's that I can't."

Chang Le was puzzled.

"I can explain things to you and help you answer your questions, but I can't calmly lead you in training."

Fu Guang lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes and said, "Okay, now that you have made your choice, don't worry about it. Go find Mu Liangchao."

Chang Le didn't quite understand his explanation and turned and ran away.

"I've never seen you so cruel to someone." The burly Fu Yue walked over.

Fu Guang sighed silently, "I know that her future is dangerous, and I can't accompany her to the end. I want to teach her how to balance herself and her companions as soon as possible, so that she can have support and the ability to survive. However, I can't bear to see her go down this path. I just want to give her everything I owe her, so that she can return to her original brilliance and brightness."

"Even though I know that kind of personality is not suitable for her future, I still feel sorry for the side of her that I lost."

Fu Guang said with an unsteady breath: "Ashan, you don't know, no matter how many times, as long as I see those scars on her wrists and body, I want to kill all those who bullied her! But... I know that I can't let her become someone who only relies on me."

He held onto the wall, his straight back slightly bent as he relaxed his tangle and helplessness.

Looking at Chang Le's body and heart full of scars, no one knew how much pain he felt.

Fu Yue said: "I can see that there is hatred for this world in her eyes, but there is also hope. She will not be an innocent flower, but a weed that cannot be broken by wind and rain. You don't have to worry too much, she will grow up well."

"You all think she is a strong grass, but in my eyes, she is still a flower. She has just experienced wind and rain, and her soft heart and kindness are buried deep, wrapped in a layer of cold and prickly shell."

Fu Guang smiled bitterly and mockingly: "After going through all that, she is still willing to follow me and try to trust me. I don't know whether I should be thankful or unfortunate for her indelible kindness. She is kind, but the world doesn't treat her well."

Fu Yue sighed deeply, his eyes solemn: "It seems that she is the one that the Lord, Luo Xuan, Xue Wuwang and Gui Dao have been waiting for."

At this point, Fu Guang calmed down and asked, "Is the Ghost Blade coming back?"

Fu Yue nodded: "Come back in a week. I think he will be very happy to see Miss Chang Le."

Fu Guang shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid he's going crazy."

Chang Le has devoted himself to martial arts training.

She trained with a group of young rookies from the Dragon Soul Army of the Dragon Faction who were affiliated with the Golden Palace Guards, and also received one-on-one training from Mu Liangchao.

Although Mu Liangchao is usually careless, he is very serious about training.

Chang Le had never trained with so many people before. She performed well in individual training, even not inferior to those teenagers. However, whenever she encountered a training project that required cooperation, she became terrible.

In the relay obstacle race, there was no problem in the individual stage, but when building a human bridge to cross the high board, Chang Le hesitated when stepping on the shoulders of two people. He only stepped on it after being scolded by Mu Liangchao, but he lost because of the delay.

In the group competition, Chang Le was lurking in the mud and water. She did not follow the time planned by the team members, but lurked beyond the time limit. When the team members thought something happened to her, she suddenly appeared and killed the target.

After a few incidents, no one wanted to cooperate with her anymore and regarded her as a troublemaker who was trying to gain credit.

Mu Liangchao directly pulled her out and asked her why she pretended to be brave. She said something like "I don't trust people who build human bridges" and "That way of doing it is the most effective." After a few days, Mu Liangchao was so angry that he punished her by making her do push-ups, handstands, running laps, and cleaning the toilet.

Until this day, during the basic simulated rescue drill, three people were in a group, and Chang Le was directly identified as a wounded person by the other two. She was fixed on a stretcher and carried around. There was interference from the competing hostile group, and the person in front of the two team members, for some reason, let go.

Chang Le fell headfirst to the ground.

Out of alert instinct, the vines rushed out of the body without hesitation, pulling the body to adjust the center of gravity and rolling to relieve the force. However, he rolled in a hurry and did not pay attention to the direction. When he was about to hit the pole, Mu Liangchao who had arrived long ago stopped him and pulled him up.

"Are you hurt?" Mu Liangchao pulled her over to check her.

Chang Le shook his head.

Mu Liangchao breathed a sigh of relief, then kicked the person who let go and sent him flying.

The kick did not carry any force, and the strong boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old flew into the air and fell to the ground, holding his stomach for a long time without getting up.

"You're looking for death by intentionally hurting your companions right under my nose?" Mu Liangchao stepped on his leg and allowed him to struggle to break free. Then he exerted force with his toes and with a slight sound, he forcibly removed the leg.

The man was in so much pain that tears and snot were streaming down his face, but he didn't dare to struggle anymore.

Chang Le was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Mu Liangchao, who didn't seem to like him, would get so angry over such a small matter.