Chapter 200 Fangzheng's After-School Tutoring

"call…………"

Closing her eyes and feeling the warm water flow, Xia Na felt that her restless mood began to calm down.

This may have become her habit, recalling that every morning when she and Fangzheng were training, she would be beaten and crawled all over the ground by him. Then take a hot bath to clean up her body, and during this period of time, she will also carefully think about what mistakes she made today, why she failed, and how to change her shortcomings, and then... beat Fang Zheng to the ground Down!

At first it was just because of unwillingness, but gradually it became a habit. Because of this, Xia Na is not so resistant to taking a bath, which she thought was a waste of time. In the past, she would only use the Purifying Flame to remove the dirt on her body and restore her spirit and strength at the same time, because at that time she only thought that taking a bath was a useless and time-wasting behavior.

But now, she no longer thinks so. As the water washes over her body, Shana can feel the restlessness deep in her heart, as well as the unwillingness and troubles caused by failure, as if they were washed away with the water, and replaced by a new life A sense of comfort.

It's incredible, why do you feel this way?

"You did it on purpose."

And while Shana was immersed in thinking, in the living room, Alastair also asked Fang Zheng. As a contractor, of course he could feel the changes in Shana's inner feelings, which surprised Alastair. He knew very well that his contractor was not a weak person, but he was able to clean up in such a short period of time. To be in a good mood, and to be able to cheer up, has obviously exceeded Alastair's expectations for Shana.

Of course, as a demon god who has lived for thousands of years, Alastair is not completely unable to see through Fang Zheng's thoughts. You know, when Fangzheng forced Shana to take a bath at first, Alastair thought he was just playing tricks on the child. But now it seems that this has been cultivated into Shana's habit unconsciously.

"That's right."

While playing with the box in his hand, Fang Zheng looked at the pendant thrown on the table by Shana.

"People, you always need something to relax. The little girl is just too nervous. She tenses herself up like clockwork all day long, which is not good for her physical and mental health. You should eat, drink, and play. You should sleep when you play, relax to a certain extent, and combine work and rest is a normal way of life."

"But, that kid is a Fire Mist Warrior."

"I don't think it's any different from humans."

Facing Alastair's rebuttal, Fangzheng shrugged his shoulders.

"If you want to put it this way, won't Shana cry? Or won't she laugh? Isn't she angry? Or won't she be nervous? Even if it's a robot, after a long time, it will still think about 'who am I'? What about the logic loop problem. Even if you are a hero who saves the world, you still have to dance with the princess, and you won’t destroy the world if you relax.”

"Woo..."

Hearing Fang Zheng's rebuttal, Alastair didn't know what to say for a while.

"People are people. I remember according to what you said, the Fire Mist Warrior is just a human being who has signed a contract with the Crimson World Demon King. Isn't he still a human being after all? He will be angry, angry, and sad. The powerful power turns the whole person into a stone, invulnerable to all poisons... Are you like that, Alastair?"

"........."

This time, Alastair was really speechless. As a demon god, and one of the three most powerful demon gods among the demon kings of the Red World, it also had its own feelings. However, the long years have already made him used to restraining his feelings, but even so, Alastair could not conclude that he was a stone without feelings.

but………

If it was just an ordinary human being in front of him, then of course Alastair would have a hundred opinions to refute him, but if the opponent was an existence no less powerful than the most powerful Fire Mist Warrior, it would be completely different.

Could it be that we are doing something wrong?

Thinking of this, Alastair couldn't help recalling the days when he raised that girl in the Tiandao Palace. At that time, it seemed that their thoughts were correct, but now Alastair is not so sure. Although there are some differences, Fangzheng is "educating" Shana in a completely different way from what they thought, and more importantly, the results are remarkable.

She is becoming more and more like a strong and brave warrior, and she is getting closer and closer to the expectations of Alastair and others. But the difference is that she did not become an emotionless machine because of this. On the contrary, during this period of time, the girl showed far more emotional reactions than when she was wandering in other places before. She will play petty temper, get angry, and complain. In Alastair's view, these things used to be obstacles to the girl's goal, but now, under Fang Zheng's hands, these seem to be her source of motivation .

"Click."

Just as Alastair was thinking, the door of the bathroom opened again, and the girl who had finished her bath walked out of it.

"Alastair...Fangzheng, what are you doing?"

"Discuss the philosophy of life."

Looking at the girl in front of him, Fangzheng smiled, and then raised the box in his hand.

"Okay, now that you're done taking a shower, come here, girl, would you like to play a game of Gwent with me?"

".........?"

Facing Fangzheng's invitation, Shana tilted her head, showing a puzzled expression.

"What's the point?"

"Everything in the world has meaning, and playing cards is the same. Don't think it's just ordinary entertainment. If you use it well, you can also gain combat experience from it."

"Really?"

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Shana immediately cheered up and sat opposite Fangzheng.

"Then, I'm going to try!"

"Come on, as long as you don't cry when you lose."

Looking at the smiling girl in front of him, Alastair still didn't say a word. Although he felt that Fangzheng was just talking nonsense, he soon discovered that what the other party said was not an excuse.

"Playing poker is like fighting."

Fangzheng waved the cards in his hands, and looked at the thoughtful girl in front of him with a smug smile.

"Like this, before the battle started, neither of us knew what cards the other party had and how they would play them, so...the first thing we had to do was to test."

While speaking, Fang Zheng played a card.

"Do you want to follow?"

"certainly!"

Xia Na glared at Fangzheng, and immediately followed one without hesitation.

"This is the process of the two sides confronting each other and starting to test, just like fighting. I made a move, and you will choose to resist or follow up...then do it again..."

While speaking, Fang Zheng drew a card and played it again. Shana also bit her lip, and followed with another card. Then Fangzheng continued to play cards, and Shana continued to follow up.

"Just like that, the intensity of the fight will grow."

Playing another card, Fangzheng smiled triumphantly.

"So, do you still want to follow?"

"........."

This time, Shana fell silent. She frowned and stared at the cards in her hand. After a while, she couldn't help curling her lips.

"PASS."

"Okay, then I win."

While talking, Fangzheng spread out the cards in his hand, and Xia Na's eyes widened when he saw the face of his cards.

"Wait, why are your remaining cards so small?"

"I didn't say it was a big name."

Facing the girl's exasperated question, Fang Zheng's smile remained unchanged.

"If you continue to call, then I will lose, but you chose to give up. Why? Think about it carefully, because you were frightened by me. You thought the cards in my hand were infinite, and you would You have been suppressing you, so you chose to surrender... Isn't it the same in battle? You realize that your strength cannot compare with the enemy, so you choose to retreat. So, how do you confirm that the opponent is really capable? Or is it a bluff? Woolen cloth?"

"........."

Hearing this, not only Shana was dumbfounded, but even Alastair was too surprised to speak.

They didn't think that they could gain any experience from pure entertainment, but now after listening to Fang Zheng's explanation, they realized that even if it was just an entertainment activity, it contained such deep combat knowledge.

"As the saying goes, all roads lead to Rome. Getting stronger doesn't just depend on fighting. Entertainment, cooking, and even painting all contain common experiences. The question is whether you can use this experience, not Rote memorization and rote. Fighting is not only a confrontation of strength, but also a collision of wisdom. It is not enough to have strength without brains."

As he spoke, Fangzheng picked up the cards on the table and waved his hand at the same time.

"Okay, this is the end of today's after-school tutoring, you should go home and sleep. If you have time, go out and have fun with the students in the class. Don't look at them as weak as you can with one finger Kill it, but if it is a game with certain rules, maybe the other party will beat you to the north. The best way to improve yourself is to communicate with others after reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles. That’s how you get something out of it.”

"Is it the same for you? Fangzheng?"

Hearing this, Shana frowned and looked at the man in front of her.

"Of course, I still have a lot to learn... It's like the other teachers in the school. In your opinion, their level is quite low, but they are already very good for ordinary students, aren't they? The so-called mountain is still high, there is no shame in admitting that someone is stronger than you, so that you have the motivation to become stronger."

"Of course I know that."

Facing Fang Zheng's answer, Shana blushed, then she stood up and pulled open the glass door of the balcony.

"I'm going back!"

After saying this, Shana turned and left with Arastelle without looking back. Only Fangzheng was left sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, enjoying the cold evening wind blowing in front of him...

"When will this brat learn to walk through the door?"