The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 399 - 398 Mecha Preparation

"Are you sure you still want it to follow?"

Fu Yunhe’s eyes were very serious, and he spoke in a calm but firm tone.

"Everything I have is at your arrangement."

"Really? Even if I said not to let you go to school and to stay here forever as a Little River Beauty, would you be willing?"

The seriousness in Fu Yunhe’s eyes, and the deep affection hidden behind that seriousness, caused Nian Shutong a moment of panic.

"Alright, I’m just joking."

She spoke up first, in this moment Nian Shutong was actually a bit afraid to hear his answer.

She picked up Yangyang and stuffed it into Fu Yunhe’s arms.

"Actually, the two of you, in terms of looks and temperament, really do match quite well."

"Listen well, there are two things Yangyang can do."

"First, Yangyang can talk but unless absolutely necessary, I advise against having a conversation."

"The second is that Yangyang is not very good at fighting, but it can heal injuries, which you should find useful."

Nian Shutong’s words made Fu Yunhe, who was holding Yangyang, tighten his grip.

Without thinking, he placed Yangyang back into Nian Shutong’s arms, which surprised her greatly. Wasn’t he indifferent about it?

But Fu Yunhe’s next words made her both touched and angered.

"I’m not as fond of fighting as you are, you’d better keep it with you."

"It’s not like I’m cursing you to get injured, I don’t want you to get hurt at all, but you like fighting so much, what if there’s an accident, or one day you drink too much and fall, it’s better for Yangyang to be by your side."

Fu Yunhe’s long string of words, even if meant for Nian Shutong’s consideration, was something Nian Shutong still didn’t enjoy hearing.

"Fu Yunhe, in your eyes, am I the one who loses fights?"

"I’m telling you, I’ve been fighting for so many years and I’ve never lost!"

Fu Yunhe across from her was also taken aback. Was this the point of the conversation?

"Take it!"

With a stern command, Yangyang was back in Fu Yunhe’s arms, receiving a contemptuous look from Yangyang.

A small weakling, daring to compete with our master in fighting.

Fu Yunhe instantly understood the disdain from Yangyang, and he looked at Nian Shutong who was already standing up ready to leave, not daring to speak.

Although Yangyang might not be skilled at fighting, Fu Yunhe had a feeling that among the two people and two beasts present, it seemed like he was the weakest.

This damned strength, when would he no longer be the last?

Such a humble wish, yet it was so hard for him to achieve.

Fu Yunhe, carrying Yangyang, followed Nian Shutong out of the circle surrounded by Silvers, and as soon as he caught up, he saw a flash of silver light.

Little Silver Snake had once again laid on top of Nian Shutong’s head.

It must be said, only he could bear such a scene; an ordinary person would probably faint upon seeing it.

Even he seemed unable to face any animal that appeared beside Nian Shutong.

Nian Shutong simply got on the Flying Device Fu Yunhe had brought, ready to return to the small wooden house together.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, can you drink less in the future?"

Sitting in the pilot’s seat, Fu Yunhe looked straight ahead, the veins on the back of his hand popping up as he was tense.

"Fu Yunhe, if you hadn’t come today, I wouldn’t have been in trouble. Didn’t you see Silver?"

"I drink with measure, not recklessly."

Fu Yunhe had already started the Flying Device and once again mustered the courage to say, "I know you have Little Silver Snake, but what if you didn’t bring any animals?"

Nian Shutong did not answer, but a green light flickered at the tip of her fingers as she waved them.

"I have this; don’t worry."

Nian Shutong withdrew her finger and cocked her head to look at Fu Yunhe.

"I’ve noticed that ever since your strength began to recover, you’ve also gotten a bit bolder, even telling me what to do?"

"No."

With the quickest response, Fu Yunhe first denied, then explained, "I didn’t order you around, just asking, discussing with you. Is that alright?"

"If you say no, then I’ll listen to you."

"Hehehe..."

Ms. Nian Shutong was truly amused by Fu Yunhe’s antics, her finger tapping on the copilot seat’s armrest.

"Have you noticed that your speed of admitting defeat is kind of similar to Rubble?"

"That’s not admitting defeat; it’s what you call being wise and respecting you."

Nian Shutong withdrew her finger and leaned back comfortably in her seat.

"Fine, you talk a lot; I’ll believe you."

From the corner of his eye, Fu Yunhe saw Nian Shutong lying with her eyes closed. He subconsciously slowed down the Flying Device a bit and even took a detour.

It wasn’t that he wanted to do anything particular; he simply wanted to spend a bit more time alone with her.

About fifteen minutes later, Nian Shutong opened her eyes and looked out the window, asking with suspicion, "Haven’t we arrived yet?"

"Almost there."

Fu Yunhe didn’t dare to keep circling and quickly piloted the Flying Device to the small wooden house, and the two of them disembarked.

At that time, the children were practicing boxing, led by Wang Xiaoxiao.

Fu Yunhe habitually wanted to join in the boxing, but Nian Shutong called him back.

"Yun He, come with me."

Fu Yunhe changed direction, ran a few steps, and followed Nian Shutong.

"Starting today, you don’t have to do boxing anymore. Follow me and learn marksmanship."

Before Fu Yunhe left, Nian Shutong wanted to make his equipment more durable; who knew what he might encounter out there?

"By the way, can you pilot a Mecha?"

"Of course, very well."

Fu Yunhe’s SSS spiritual power was no joke. His control over Mecha was precise down to each hair strand, assuming, of course, that the Mecha had hair strands.

"Good, let’s go find Rubble."

But since Rubble was currently boxing, Nian Shutong simply picked out a wooden stick from the wood she had collected and made it into a barrel.

"Use this for now; I’ll get you a better one later."

Nian Shutong worked the wood, and Fu Yunhe watched her.

"Alright."

Besides "alright," he didn’t know what else to say.

When Rubble returned, limping slightly, Nian Shutong immediately teased with a laugh, "Did you practice suicide boxing again today?"

Rubble showed little emotion and simply said to Nian Shutong, "Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble thinks your boxing is unscientific; many of the moves violate ergonomics."

"Hmm, you’re right. So what conclusion have you come to?"

Although what Nian Shutong said was unremarkable, Rubble’s radar accurately picked up the message.

"Rubble thinks that with many practices, Rubble can do it."

"Well done, keep it up."

Nian Shutong pointed to the workshop door and said, "Open the door."

Rubble obediently opened the door and let Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe inside.

Once inside, Nian Shutong immediately found a makeshift gun tip to practice with.

Afterwards, Nian Shutong pointed at Fu Yunhe and said to Rubble, "Make him a Mech that suits him best, using your fullest ability. How much would that cost?"

Rubble asked, "What level is Yun He’s spiritual power?"

Fu Yunhe asked, "Rubble, can you craft a Mecha yourself?"

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