Every time Fu Xiaoxin saw Wang Yacheng, she felt like she needed a fast-acting heart-saving pill.

Logically speaking, such a nice boy, except for being a bit thin and short, was no less handsome than anyone else. Why did he have to dress himself up like a ghost?

Wang Yacheng was at the age of being rebellious, every day he was like a rabid dog, biting whoever he could.

But he also knew how to seek advantages and avoid harm. For example, he knew that Fu Luo would not stoop to his level, so he was even more unrestrained in front of her, but not necessarily in front of Fu Luo's mother.

Fu Xiaoxin, she was a spiked club wrapped in a designer bag, a top-notch shrew in the guise of an intellectual. Wang Yacheng had enough evidence to infer that if he dared to bare his fangs in front of his father's ex-wife, he might be slapped all the way to Siberia.

That wouldn't be very optimistic.

So Wang Yacheng just stepped aside with a gloomy face, craning his neck and letting out a sharp, piercing howl.

"Wang Yizheng!" He wailed, "There's a woman looking for you!"

Fu Xiaoxin: "..."

From the inner room came a "clang" of chaotic noises, and there seemed to be faint "crackling" sounds of small explosions.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with a bird's nest hairstyle ran out in a disheveled state. He was wearing a military green shirt, crumpled into a dull gray ball, with a face full of soot. A strand of hair, burnt to a crisp by something, hung down, forming unique and cute bangs.

Fu Xiaoxin watched coldly, thinking that Wang Yizheng's look was probably even more unconventional than his demonic precious son.

Wang Yacheng looked at his father and sneered, "How come you didn't get blown up?"

Wang Yizheng tried his best to put on a stern look and reprimanded, "How can you talk like that?"

Unfortunately, Wang Yacheng had no reverence for him at all. Without even a snort, he treated him like a bunch of air and walked away swaying from side to side.

Wang Yizheng: "Stop right there! Come back! How can you be so rude? Did you greet Auntie?"

The answer was a heavy slamming of the door.

Fu Xiaoxin said coolly, "That guy doesn't pay any attention to you at all."

Wang Yizheng sighed with a sense of vicissitude, feeling that he had encountered a midlife crisis.

"Come in first." He softened his tone. "Give me two minutes to wash my face."

Wang Yizheng was a bachelor who had been married twice. The first wife kicked him out and took the child away. The second wife kicked him out and dumped the child with him.

This was not to say that his character was so bad. Otherwise, someone like Fu Xiaoxin, who wouldn't tolerate any nonsense, wouldn't have maintained a friendly relationship with him for many years.

Wang Yizheng was a good friend, but ordinary people really had no way to live with him.

Wang Yizheng's parents died in the war, and his siblings were also scattered in the turmoil. After completing his public education, he didn't know what he wanted to do, so he followed the crowd and enlisted in the army, starting administrative work in the army.

At that time, General Yang was just a small cadre at the army company level, and Wang Yizheng was his commissar. Neither of them had any ties to the high-end and sophisticated new arms like the Space Forces.

So even now, Yang Ning would still address him as "Commissar Wang".

Later, many things happened. General Yang was first promoted, and then, due to his outstanding personal qualities, he was transferred to work at the Space Combat Command. That's when the two parted ways. And Wang Yizheng also saw that he had no military talent, so he took a spot at the National Defense University and went back to school.

This time, Wang Yizheng finally found the career he would devote his life to - he entered the Warship Attack System Experimental Center and became what is commonly known as a "space missile" expert.

In Fu Xiaoxin's words, it was from then on that Wang Yizheng changed from a normal person to a "missile-obsessed lunatic".

Unfortunately, when Fu Xiaoxin was young, her eyes were blinded by shit, and she actually thought that the special idiocy in Wang Yizheng was a kind of unique charm.

Before Fu Luo was born, the expert had already thought of a name for the future child - if it was a boy, he would be called Wang Da, and if it was a girl, she would be called Wang Wang.

Although everyone knows that gender is predetermined from the moment of fertilization, superstition has always accompanied the development of human civilization and is always a forbidden area like a black hole that no matter how powerful technological forces cannot erase.

According to superstition, the unborn child was probably frightened by this bad news. Weighing the options, it felt that no matter which of these two names it was called, it would be destined to never be able to hold its head up for a lifetime. It was really hard to tell whether it would be more tragic to be a boy or a girl.

So Fu Luo was born "undecided" like this. It seems that there was a reason why she grew up to be a tomboy-like girl.

However, when registering the child's name later, under Fu Xiaoxin's murderous gaze, the Expert Wang finally didn't get his way.

The two couldn't make it work when Fu Luo was very young, and decided to separate peacefully and divorce by agreement.

On the day of handling the procedures, Fu Xiaoxin instructed Expert Wang to go and change their daughter's surname to "Fu". The expert readily agreed, but when he was entering the new name in the public security and civil affairs system, he happened to receive a call from the lab. His thoughts immediately flew to some star system, and he casually typed in the pinyin and wrote "Fu".

Later, the adults were all busy and no one thought to change it back for her.

Because of this, Fu Luo was very hostile to her father when she was young - there were many naughty kids around when she was little, and they all said that she didn't share a surname with her dad or mom, so she must have been picked up. In kindergarten, Fu Luo was first bullied without a word, and later she couldn't bear it anymore and rose up to resist. This started her long-lasting career of group fights and brawls.

She fought all the way from preschool age to middle school age. During this period, she was recorded by the school once and was criticized and educated at the police station twice before she finally calmed down with age, retired from the arena, leaving behind a land of legends.

The full childhood shadow was the reason why Fu Luo was not very willing to pay attention to Wang Yizheng even after growing up.

And according to Fu Xiaoxin's understanding, the reason why the second wife kicked Wang out was also similar.

Five minutes later, a cleaned up Wang Yizheng came out and poured a glass of water for Fu Xiaoxin.

The two were silent for a moment, and Fu Xiaoxin spoke first, "I absolutely will not agree to let her go to the air command forces, even if she works as a service soldier in the logistics department."

In space, humanity's seemingly powerful technology is like an anthill built by ants on a riverbank - with the slightest disturbance, it will be reduced to nothing. No one understands this better than the engineers.

Let alone the "Dagger" that Fu Luo has been dreaming of, even if she always hides in the seemingly invincible space fortress...

"Even if it's just logistics, do you remember that my dad was a military doctor," Fu Xiaoxin said, "but back then, the six old experts, thirteen medical officers and ten medical students who were with him didn't even leave a single hair behind. Anyway, I only have this one daughter, and I will never let her go to space."

Wang Yizheng: "But she wants to herself..."

"I don't care." Fu Xiaoxin interrupted him, "She can want whatever she wants, she's been wanting to go to the Dagger, don't you think this is nonsense?"

Wang Yizheng didn't say a word, frowning and pondering.

"She's just a little kid now, she doesn't think about anything and doesn't understand anything. When she grows up a bit in a few years, she'll know that adults are doing it for her own good." Fu Xiaoxin said.

"So what are you planning to do?" Wang Yizheng asked, "I can indeed try to pull some strings and find a way to let her stay at the ground command center, but you should know, there is an unwritten rule in the space system that no one can hold a position above major without having served in the space fortress command, and ground staff who have not been to space cannot be promoted. You are essentially cutting off her future prospects."

"Cutting off anything is better than losing her life." Fu Xiaoxin said, "When she applied to the military academy back then, I disagreed, but she secretly went behind my back - but that child is stubborn, if you tell her now to change careers, she definitely won't come to her senses, and might even do something rash, so I'm letting her stay with Luo Xiaobo for a while first, to let her know what a normal life should be like. Just like you said, places like ground logistics are dull, boring and have no prospects. Young people can't stand it. In less than two years, she will resign from the military herself."

What is there at Teacher Robin's place?

There are the most dazzling lights and the most beautiful cameras.

It is a place of extravagance completely opposite to the dull and austere military life.

In ancient times, when nomadic tribes conquered agricultural tribes by force, didn't they all end up being counter-conquered by that kind of exquisite and luxurious lifestyle? Fu Xiaoxin refused to believe that after getting used to the fragrant hair and pretty faces in the studio, Fu Luo could endure that kind of ghostly life where she coldly faced machines giving and receiving orders every day.

Wang Yizheng was still a little hesitant.

Fu Xiaoxin tightly grasped his sleeve and lowered her voice, "You're her biological father, right? Think clearly, you only have this one daughter in this life."

After a while, Wang Yizheng finally nodded, "Alright, I promise you."

Fu Xiaoxin sighed, "The teacher always said since she was young that this child has the bearing of a great general - sensible, righteous, and knows right from wrong. Do you think she will hate me one day when she finds out?"

Wang Yizheng looked at her with a conflicted expression, "...You've turned me into your accomplice."

Fu Xiaoxin mercilessly pointed out, "You don't need to worry about that. Back then, you casually changed her name to that of a picked up child with a wave of your hand. Even if not an accomplice, she doesn't think well of you."

Wang Yizheng was dejected.

The two chatted a bit more before Fu Xiaoxin quickly took her leave. The two heavy-hearted adults didn't notice that there had been a thin figure eavesdropping from the second floor staircase the whole time.

Hearing the sound of the front door, Wang Yacheng knew that Fu Xiaoxin had left. Only then did he slink back to his own room like a cat, a malicious smile on his face.

Since young, his half-sister Fu Luo had been Wang Yacheng's nightmare. Everyone always said how great his sister was, how capable she was at his age, how she got into the legendary elite of the elites - the space combat command system, scoring high marks all the way to graduation...

Barring anything unexpected, she could leave Earth and truly enter space. Maybe she would even have a military rank in the future.

"Hmph." Wang Yacheng thought gleefully, "That'll show you."

Fu Luo was not very smug. She had been suffering under Teacher Robin's torture for half a month already.

Fu Luo was an extremely upright person, insisting on being true to her word and following through with her actions. No matter how stupid she thought dieting to lose weight was, or how boring it was to pose in front of a camera primping herself, since she had foolishly agreed to help someone, she would definitely do it.

The results of the best military education were fully reflected in her. Teacher Robin wasn't worried at all that she would secretly eat at home. As long as he gave her a meal plan and told her to strictly follow it, she would fully comply. No matter how hungry she got, she wouldn't eat an extra grain of rice.

The daily exercise regimen wasn't even worth mentioning. It wasn't as much as her usual morning exercise routine after waking up early.

After half a month, under the tight binding and squeezing of the high polymer shaping fabric, Fu Luo's entire body had "thinned" out dramatically, perfectly meeting Robin's requirements - Robin didn't intend to turn her into a skinny clothes hanger, but wanted a lean yet powerful, androgynous look.

Just like that, Fu Luo took the first set of photos in her life that weren't ID photos or graduation photos. The nitpicky Teacher Robin made her shoot for a whole seventy plus hours, wasting thousands of negatives, before barely selecting five to put together a set.

"One saluting, one standing at attention, one from the back, one was the photographer's skill, a quick snapshot that had nothing to do with you," Robin pointed at the last one and let out a long sigh. "Finally there is one posing shot, and it's this unlucky pose."

The background of the last photo was dawn. In the morning light covering the ground, a side profile stood in front of a gray-white tombstone, holding a white chrysanthemum and bowing her head in silent tribute.

...In other words, besides standing at military attention, she only knew how to visit a grave.

The skill points she put in were just too hopeless.

Fu Luo was finally freed from the torture of the shaping fabric. She felt like she had just taken off a weight and was almost light as a swallow.

She tilted her head and examined her "work results", studying it for a long time. Facing the photo that had been touched up by both makeup and post-production, she gave her fair evaluation: "Doesn't look like me."

"How fresh," Robin said expressionlessly, "You think you're all that? How will I sell my clothes like this?"

Fu Luo was not offended. With a chuckle, she put down the most beautiful set of photos she had ever taken in her life without any reluctance, and walked away.

"Wait," Robin asked, "Where are you going?"

Fu Luo: "Oh, the printer outside is broken, I'm going to take a look."

The office door closed in front of him. Robin was silent for a long time, then took out his phone and sent a text message to Fu Xiaoxin.

He said, "This kid is not cut out for eating from our bowl."

Can a pillar be used as firewood?

Can divine iron be made into a pickaxe?

If you really want what's best for her, let her go back to where she came from. That is her world.