Interstellar Monster Breeder Survival Manual

In fact, he didn't squat to pee from the very beginning, but once accidentally saw Fang Rong squatting to go to the toilet, so he opened up a new world, and learned to squat to pee in a decent way.

It’s okay to say that this is a squatting toilet. Imagine him sitting on the toilet in school, holding the dick, and then peeing out of the line, and the sound of rattling on the floor will cause a headache.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Fang Rong recalled what Meng Xiuyuan said again. Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and the son of a mouse can make holes. Fang Hua will instinctively learn his behavior. real.

In fact, there is also a basis for this, just like we usually involuntarily like to imitate our favorite idols, objects of worship, and trusted family members. Unfortunately, Fang Rong has all three.

Fang Hua has never admired anyone in his life, he has no idol he likes, and he has no family he trusts. If there is one, Fang Rong is the only one.

So he couldn't help imitating Fang Rong's behavior, even if it was not right, or something old.

"Don't learn from me in the future." Fang Rong thought for a while and decided to give him someone to imitate, "Look at Meng Xiuyuan, he is a general at a young age, and you should work hard to learn from him."

There is definitely something wrong with this. Although Meng Xiuyuan looks young, he is actually already in his thirties, about 30 years older than Fang Hua, and he can be his father.

"Oh." Fang Rong never refuted him, he did whatever he said.

Fang Rong nodded in satisfaction, "Come here and rub my back."

Because they couldn't touch their backs, the two of them often rubbed each other's backs. Usually, Fang Hua would wash them first, and then he would wash them afterward.

No way, who made Fang Hua not a little self-conscious, usually a very active person, and immediately withered when he took a bath.

But every time, he still stood obediently under the nozzle and let him ravage him. Occasionally, when water got into his eyes, he would rub his eyes. His long eyelashes were covered with water vapor, making him look hazy and unexpectedly cute.

Fang Hua came over with a scrubber and stood behind him to rub him. The man was indeed rolled out of the mud, even if he didn't do anything, he was still covered in sweat and mud.

"Use a little force."

"Yeah." He rubbed hard, Fang Rong turned his back to him, with both hands resting on the wall, the line of his back was slender, and water droplets flowed down the waist...

Fang Hua stretched out involuntarily to touch the place where the water droplets concentrated, and he was slapped as soon as his hand touched it.

"What are you touching? Be honest."

"Oh." He withdrew his gaze and continued to rub his back.

With the sound of splashing water, Fang Rong tilted his neck, enjoyed rubbing his back while urging him to hurry up, and only told him to stop when it was almost time.

"Okay, go and wash your underwear."

Fang Hua nodded, because he forced him to take a bath every day, and changed his underwear from a pair to a daily change.

To be honest, Fang Rong is also a strange thing among men. He takes a bath once a day, changes his underwear once a day, and doesn't keep overnight clothes.

Ordinary men wish they could not take a shower for ten days and a half months, and not wash their clothes once a year and a half, they are so lazy.

Maybe it was because he helped Fang Rong wash his underwear last time, but this time Fang Hua was very conscious, so he washed his underwear as well.

There is still a difference in the underwear of the two. Fang Hua’s generally likes to cut a hole so that the tail can be released. In fact, what he hates most is wearing pants and underwear, so he thinks skirts are always convenient. What do you want to do when you lift the skirt .

But he is a man, everyone will scold him when they see him wearing a skirt, the instructor is, and the teacher is too. After all, his optical brain identity is written as a supernatural person, and he is a proper male.

Because he has seldom transformed, except that he was forced to be helpless at the beginning, he has basically not changed since then, and he has never met an opponent, so everyone basically only knows his identity as a supernatural being, and few people know that he is still a mutant.

He is also a sullen person. If you don't ask me, I won't say it. If you ask me, I will think about it.

Of course it also depends on the person, if Fang Rong asks, tell him the size of the penis.

Deeply reminded of that sentence, what is mine is yours, and what is yours is still yours.

In fact, he likes that Fang Rong cares about him, uses his things, spends his money, it feels like he is raising Fang Rong, completely satisfied.

After washing his underwear, he also washed the clothes he changed today, including Fang Rong's. Fang Rong is still washing his hair. He likes the feeling of chilling after taking a shower, but it's better not to wash his hair so diligently. will get skin disease.

So basically let Fang Hua wash every two days, and he washes himself once a day. Every time he washes his hair, Fang Hua can find other things to do, such as washing clothes and drying underwear.

The hangers are all picked up in advance, and no one is urging them today, so they can take their time.

After everything was done, I ran out in a hurry, only to find that I forgot the key when I arrived at the door.

o (゜ロ゜) o

"Didn't you get the key? Where did you put it?" The two looked confused.

It's embarrassing to wear only underwear or something.

"o(⊙﹏⊙)o" continued to be confused.

"Forget it, forget it, help me see if anyone is coming. If someone comes over and covers it with a towel, I will use my ability to see if I can open the door." His ability can control things, so it should be possible, but you must be familiar with it. The idea of ​​it.

Because the door lock looked simple on the outside, but it was quite complicated on the inside. He spent a few minutes but couldn't get it right, and his brow was sweating anxiously.

The worst thing was that the door next door opened suddenly, and the little girl came out last time.

Seeing the two sneaking around, I couldn't help staring at them without clothes on.

"Use a towel to block it." Fortunately, every time I take a bath, I bring a towel with me, and it's easy to spread it to block the two of them, "Idiot, block it for me too."

What do you mean by only blocking yourself?

The little girl also called them hooligans two days ago, but today she kept looking this way, and Fang Rong felt ashamed.

The door opened with a click, and quickly slipped in.

Fang Hua was still slow, and was dragged in by him. Sure enough, he couldn't entrust important matters to him. Today, he forgot the key, and yesterday, he forgot to take the underwear, and fainted.

"Do you have a bad memory?" No wonder you almost lost your IQ to a pig after not going to school for a few days.

It seems that it is necessary to buy him some brain-supplementing things. They say that what he eats will nourish him, and he will buy two pig brains in two days.

However, the current pig brain is too watery, so it may not be useful.

Fang Hua shook his head. In fact, he has a pretty good memory.

When he was far away from Fang Rong, he couldn't help thinking about him, and his mind was full of him, so he couldn't keep up with his studies.

"I will make up lessons for you later, and I will make up for what I owed during this period." The learning programs in the military academy are divided into liberal arts and martial arts. Most people only need to choose one, but Fang Hua's situation is special. Neither, so get both.

Martial Arts would also like to talk about how to activate abilities, use some techniques, and discover slightly more powerful functions.

Liberal arts is miserable. Mathematics and Chinese are procrastinating, and they are seriously lagging behind.

Fortunately, this is similar to the knowledge of the universities he used to attend. Now that everyone’s life expectancy has been extended, college students are no longer expensive, and they can run around with a doctor or master’s degree. What’s more, college students are basically equivalent to high school students before. Hard to find a job.

Fang Hua didn't have any foundation in the past, so he had to write down what he was talking about every class, and then check it from the basics, which is why he had to stay up late every day.

Sometimes I feel sorry for him and want him to go to bed early, but if he doesn't study, he will be useless. He is like a parent, worrying about Fang Hua every day.

Attention should be paid to everything about clothes, houses and residences. Fortunately, he does not have the vanity of ordinary people. He likes to compare and compare. Because he is beautiful and self-willed, people often buy him this or that. At first he was Those who don't accept it are full of morals. Later, when there are too many people who give it away, they get used to it and hug everything at home.

Keep the brightly colored ones, and throw away the dull ones. Because of bad eyesight, I often treat garbage as gold and jade, and gold and jade as garbage, and then bring back a pile of garbage.

Like plush toys and roses, I always think that things that are bigger, more beautiful, and brighter in color are good and expensive, and then die if I don’t keep them.

Fang Rong didn't know about it in the past, but later he picked out a valuable ring from the trash can, and only after asking did he realize that this idiot has blind eyes!

I don't know how many good things have been spoiled.

Of course he wouldn't let Fang Hua accept such a valuable thing, because it always felt like it had a purpose, but Fang Hua agreed on the surface, and then continued to go his own way.

Continue to take back a pile of tatters, it's hard to laugh or cry.

"Okay." If Fang Rong makes up lessons, it doesn't seem too difficult to study.

Fang Rong took out the textbook from his schoolbag. He chose Chinese, and opened a page for Fang Hua to read to try his basics.

Many writers have emerged in later generations, and the textbooks have changed a lot. This page is a realistic article, miscellaneous notes, the author's writing style is delicate, and he is good at discovering the little people around him. The characters in the text are basically small characters.

For example, in this book, the main character is a boy sweeping snow.

"Heavy snow fell from the sky, and the ground was hazy and covered with silver.

The snowflakes are as white as jade, scattered and gathered, fluttering like a butterfly, sometimes falling on the eaves, sometimes on the branches, and sometimes floating on pedestrians..."

"Stop, what did you just say?"

"Huh?" Fang Hua was puzzled, "Daxue..."

"I mean the last sentence." Fang Rong found the problem, "Read it again."

"Okay." He looked at the textbook and followed the previous year, "From time to time, I fall on pedestrians..."

"(hang) pedestrians?"

"Well, isn't it?"

"Of course it's not right. This is a polyphonic character, and it's pronounced (xing) pedestrians here." How did you get rated as an outstanding student without even knowing this?

"Oh." Fang Hua looked confused, "Heart."

"Row."

"Heart."

"Okay, read it." Fang Rong lost his patience, "I can't get spanked anymore."

"Heart." o(⊙﹏⊙)o

"Come here and spank yourself." Fang Rong patted his thigh.

Fang Hua was also honest, so he went over to lie on his lap and let him hit him three times.

"What do you read?"

"Heart."

Snapped!

Hit again.

"What do you read?"

"Heart."

"Still changing?" Continue to type.

Is the word 'xing' so difficult to pronounce?It is unscientific to teach ten times and read wrong ten times.

etc?Teach ten times and mispronounce ten times?

Something seems wrong?