After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Fang Zichong couldn't shake the feeling that Zhouzhou looked as if she was about to shatter.

The reason? There were tears welling up in her eyes.

Why was that?

He stared at her, utterly confused. He had just complimented her so sincerely—was she upset?

Had he not been sincere enough in his praise?

After thinking for a moment, determined that his idol could do no wrong and that he was the one at fault, Fang Zichong's expression became even more earnest as he spoke again: "Everything I just said was from the heart, I swear. Not a single lie in it."

This time, Zhouzhou nearly lost her balance.

He had sworn it. He truly thought she was short.

Zhouzhou's lips quivered with anger, and her fingers trembled as she pointed at him. "I... I'll remember this!"

Hearing this, Fang Zichong couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

She remembered him!

"That's an honor!" he blurted out, his smile stretching from ear to ear.

He was practically mocking her now.

Zhouzhou's lips twisted in fury. "Start the training!"

She jabbed her finger at Fang Zichong, gritting her teeth. "I want to train you. One-on-one!"

If she didn't bring him down today, she wouldn't be called Fugui!

Fang Zichong, still slow on the uptake, noticed her expression had shifted and instinctively shrank back when their eyes met, flicking an uncomprehending glance her way.

Why was she still mad?

He shot a desperate look at Xi Mo, silently pleading for an explanation.

Xi Mo, pinching his forehead, didn't feel like speaking.

He had seriously had enough of these two.

It was unbelievable. These two were from completely different worlds, yet they could talk like this for so long—truly impressive.

Army Commander, watching the interaction, couldn't help but laugh.

These two were something else.

Seeing Fang Zichong's confused look, Army Commander waved his hand dismissively, not bothering to explain. "Go train."

He had been worried about whether Zhouzhou could keep control over them, but now, he didn't need to worry at all.

Fang Zichong was the one he had the most faith in. He was a great prospect, but his temper was way too explosive. He didn't respect anyone, not even Xi Mo.

The other soldiers close to him were the same—no one respected authority. During training, they'd even gone toe-to-toe with their platoon leader.

The only person they respected was Fugui.

Fortunately, Zhouzhou was Fugui.

That was enough to get them in line.

As for the others? They were no trouble at all.

Good.

Commander nodded in satisfaction. He was looking forward to their progress in a month.

He wasn't aiming for anything crazy—just a good result would do.

He shared his thoughts with Xi Mo.

Xi Mo, after hearing it, nodded. "Yeah, it's a simple goal."

"Right?" Commander gave him a sly smile.

He wasn't one to aim for unrealistic goals; he was a down-to-earth guy.

But he did believe Zhouzhou had the capability.

She was going to be their future pillar.

Thinking about that, Commander looked at Zhouzhou with eyes full of hope.

At this moment, Zhouzhou wasn't paying attention.

She was already dragging Fang Zichong toward the training grounds, her eyes sharp enough to pierce through him.

He dared insult her? Today, he was going to see what it meant to mess with her!

Today wasn't about steaming buns—it was about her pride!

They soon arrived at the training grounds.

At this point, Fang Zichong looked excited as he stared at Zhouzhou. "Fugui, how do we train?"

After all, this was Fugui—being guided by her for a whole month would be something he'd never forget.

Zhouzhou looked at him with a smile that was more like a sneer, forcing a fake grin. "The best way, of course, is to spar. Training through practice is the fastest way to improve."

"Exactly!" he immediately agreed, clapping his hands enthusiastically. "As expected of Fugui, what you say is always so reasonable."

At this reaction, Zhouzhou momentarily froze. For a second, she even wondered if he was mocking her.

But after looking at his face, she realized he probably didn't have that kind of malice.

Hmph, she wasn't going to let him off that easily just because he said that.

Everything else could be forgiven, but insulting her height was a no-go!

"Let's go," she said, raising her chin, her fists itching for action.

Fang Zichong, still oblivious to what was about to happen, nodded eagerly. "Alright, here I come. Fugui, be careful!"

With that, he threw a punch straight at Zhouzhou.

Zhouzhou didn't dodge. Instead, she also threw her fist toward his.

His fist was big and solid, hers looked small and delicate—a stark contrast. It was almost painful to imagine her getting hurt, and everyone expected her to be in tears.

But the next moment, they heard a loud, guttural scream: "AHHH—"

The scream was so intense it seemed like it might bring down the roof.

They looked up to see Fang Zichong—a hulking figure—clutching his arm, wailing in agony, his entire body bent over in pain.

When he saw them, he managed a grimace, his teeth bared from the pain, as he grinned. "I touched Fugui's hand!!"

He was still smiling through the pain, despite how twisted his face had become.

Everyone: "..."

Zhouzhou: "..."

Was this guy mentally stable?

Zhouzhou suddenly wasn't angry anymore.

What was the use of being tall if you were this stupid? "Big fool" was not an empty label.

Unlike her, short but fierce.

Zhouzhou comforted herself, but as she did, she started to feel like crying.

She didn't want to be short and feisty—she wanted to be a big fool too.

She couldn't even imagine how cool it would be to have seven-meter-long legs. She could just sweep her leg and knock everyone down.

But now? To land a punch, she had to jump. It was exhausting.

And it wasn't even cool!

Her head drooped, feeling a little defeated.

After a while, she sniffled and tried to pull herself together. Looking around, she pursed her lips. "Form a line. Come up one by one."

She couldn't keep all this frustration bottled up—if she did, she'd just end up feeling more miserable.

Thinking that, Zhouzhou lifted her spirits again.

The others, hearing her words, felt a mix of excitement and fear.

Excited, because they'd finally get to face Zhouzhou in a real match—a strong opponent like her was hard to come by.

Fearful, because Zhouzhou was too strong.

Didn't they see that even Xi Mo couldn't beat her? Let alone them!

But even so, they lined up, excitement overshadowing their fear.

At worst, they'd get a few bruises. No big deal. It wasn't like they hadn't been hurt before.

But the next moment, the sound of wailing filled the air, and the expressions of the others began to turn into pure terror.

They had taken hits before, but never had they been slammed against the wall like this!

"Help!!"