My game, Orange Flavor, is great!

"What you just saw was actually my subconscious reaction, but I don't remember anything about it," she said sincerely, looking at the other person with embarrassment.

“But my work inevitably involves some dangers, and I don’t want to tell the people around me about these things and make them worry. That’s why I wanted to find an excellent mentor like you to teach me and help me rediscover my own strength.”

She felt she had already lowered her stance considerably, but in Lou Zhengfu's eyes, this was the quintessential Versailles.

He could easily suppress his eldest disciple, who had been by his side for over twenty years, simply by relying on his physical instincts. Even when the other party activated his spiritual energy, he was unable to get close.

And judging from her attitude at the time, she probably wasn't playing very seriously.

This can only mean one thing: this seemingly humble young girl was a hundred times stronger than she now imagines, before she lost her memory.

Lou Zhengfu narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up Lu Zhao for a while before hesitantly speaking, "This young lady..."

“My name is Lu Zhao!” she said quickly.

"Miss Lu, are you really going to study with me?" he asked solemnly.

Lu Zhao nodded heavily, his face equally serious: "Yes, I hope you can help me regain my original power so that I can protect the important people around me. I will pay the money that is due."

"No need to consider that." Lou Zhengfu waved his hand, a slight smile appearing on his serious face. "It would be my honor to teach such an outstanding student as you."

Lu Zhao was overjoyed, "So, you've agreed? That's wonderful!"

She quickly withdrew the white flame and bowed again to the disheveled young man who had gotten up from the ground. "I'm sorry, I was rude just now."

The other person gave her a deep look, and just when Lu Zhao thought he was dissatisfied with her, the young man revealed his bright white teeth again and smiled brightly: "It's because I'm not good enough. I hope you can give me more guidance in the future!"

what……

She paused for a moment, then smiled in response.

The people at this martial arts school all seem pretty good.

The bald junior brother next to her was also overjoyed, "That's great! Miss Lu, you're now our martial arts school's sixty-fourth disciple! According to the ranking, you're number sixty-third!"

Eh?

Lu Zhao blinked, thinking to himself that there must be more than sixty disciples practicing outside, right?

"They are all ordinary disciples who pay to study. Only those with real talent will be formally accepted into the sect," Lou Zhengfu explained in a deep voice, noticing her confusion.

Oh, it's like the difference between inner and outer disciples in those cultivation novels.

"Then I'm number sixty-three, who's number sixty-four?" she asked curiously.

The bald man smiled mysteriously, "That's our master's youngest daughter, she'll always be our junior sister!"

Goodness, she's even worse off than Yue Lingshan. Although she's been a junior sister for over ten years, she's still Lin Pingzhi's senior sister.

She was still complaining in her heart when she saw Lou Zhengfu take a few steps toward her and pat her shoulder with his rough hand. "Lu Zhao, your situation is special. In the past, newly accepted disciples were taught by my eldest disciple, Lou Jin. But for you... from now on, I will teach you at least four times a week. How about that?"

"Okay, Master Lou!" Lu Zhao agreed without hesitation.

The game's female protagonist has now appeared, and she is expected to awaken sometime this month. She needs to improve her strength as soon as possible in order to survive the upcoming battle between the good and evil factions and protect those around her.

Chapter 116 Bullying

"Wow... this Master Lou is too ruthless. I'll have to find a place to get a massage in a couple of days."

As he rubbed his shoulders as he left the Lou family martial arts school, Lu Zhao grimaced and stretched his muscles, feeling like he was about to become a cripple.

Now that he had accepted her as his so-called formal disciple, Lou Zhengfu had taken her seriously. After confirming Lu Zhao's opinion, he officially began training her without even giving her time to prepare.

"No matter what, the idea that you have to learn to take a beating before you can learn to fight is just too much." She pressed her back with her hand in pain, where she had been hit several times before.

Because Lu Zhao's foundation was very solid, she didn't need to start from scratch. So Master Lou instructed her to skip the basic stage and begin practical application.

This afternoon's practice was simple: he had his three disciples attack her simultaneously, and Lu Zhao could not retaliate; she could only dodge or take the hits.

Of course, those three senior brothers definitely held back, but the few times she couldn't dodge their attacks did cause her real pain.

She continued sparring for an entire afternoon, with very few breaks in between. As the fight progressed, her stamina waned, and she was unable to dodge some attacks that she should have been able to.

After enduring dozens of solid blows, the trial lesson finally came to an end.

Of course, Lu Zhao received extremely high praise. According to Master Lou, in terms of individual combat, she is now stronger than all the students he has taught, including those senior brothers who entered the national team as advertised on the brochures.

However, he also pointed out the problem Lu Zhao was facing: he was more defensive than offensive, and his tactics were disorganized, relying solely on instinct.

She is strong enough in one-on-one combat, but when there are multiple opponents, she is unable to resist and may even become flustered. These are all signs of not having undergone systematic training.

Although the white flame was useful, Lu Zhao always felt that it would be better to rely on her own abilities to protect herself, so she accepted Master Lou's guidance with a guilty conscience and agreed to come back the next day.

Well, at least after being accepted as a formal disciple, the price was 30% lower than the tuition fee on the brochure, so she still made a profit.

She looked up at the sky; it was almost dusk. She stretched and relaxed before deciding to find a shared bicycle to ride home slowly.

"Hey, did you hear? A student from the Foreign Languages ​​Department has been targeted by some of those delinquent girls from our school?" A few female students passed by her, and their voices, neither too loud nor too soft, reached Lu Zhao's ears.

She hadn't intended to get involved in these matters, but then she heard one of the girls say, "It's because that girl hadn't come for two months. Now that she's just started school, she's already made a splash at the department's year-end meeting."

"Huh? What happened to her?"

"It seems that he corrected a grammatical error on the spot by a translation expert who was invited to give a lecture."

"Wow, that's too arrogant. No wonder people don't like him."

"Yeah, we usually don't bother with that little group of people, but this time we just happened to catch them red-handed. I heard they locked them in the women's restroom."

Lu Zhao narrowed her eyes slightly. How come she remembered that the female lead was a foreign language student?

They're all college students, why are they still engaging in school bullying?

These people are probably just spreading alarmist rumors...

Just as she was hesitating whether to go up and ask those female students for clarification, her phone vibrated. When she picked it up, she saw that the contact name was Wen Ruo.

If someone is still in the mood to call her, then the one who is trapped must not be the female lead, right?

Lu Zhao felt a slight sense of relief and answered the phone, saying, "Hello, Wen, what's up?"

However, there was no direct response from the other side; instead, there were only a few faint sounds that seemed to come from a distance.

"You're Wenruo, the freshman who sabotaged my dad, right?"

“Uncle Li is a prolific translator, Wenruo. How could you point out grammatical errors in Uncle Li’s articles in front of the freshmen in the foreign language department?”

Hearing these fragmented words, Lu Zhao's heart sank. He immediately pressed the record button and chased after the female students who had just passed by. "Excuse me, do you know which building and which floor that freshman is being held in?"

Several female students were startled by her. "Why...why are you asking this?"

"Please tell me!" Lu Zhao's eyes were red as he grabbed one of the people's shoulders and shouted, fearing that something might happen to the female protagonist, which would disrupt the game's progress and prevent him from going home.

They had never seen anything like this before, and they stammered out a place, so Lu Zhao quickly ran over there.

Gewu Building is a building exclusively for students of the Foreign Languages ​​Department. Students from other departments rarely go in. Today's meeting for new foreign language students is also being held here, so if nothing unexpected happens, Wenruo should be in this building.

Lu Zhao ran smoothly into the campus and arrived at the Gewu Building. Through his earpiece, he heard Wen Ruo carefully answering those people to buy time. He only had time to figure out the location of the toilet before running upstairs at top speed.

First, there was the first floor where the conference room was located, but she searched all three restrooms on the first floor and still couldn't find anyone inside.

Do we have no choice but to search layer by layer?

She wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead and was about to ask some passing students for help in finding the person when she heard Wenruo's voice through her earpiece, "You went to all this trouble to find me on the sixth floor, I'm afraid you didn't just want me to apologize and that would be the end of it, right?"

"Nonsense! I want you to record your entire apology and broadcast it over the school's loudspeaker. Give me your phone!"

"Wait a minute..."

"Oh no, who is she talking to on the phone?!"

Lu Zhao was startled, knowing that Wen Ruo would not be able to get away with it after being discovered making a secret call. He stopped trying to hide it and the white flames spread out from his back, turning into a pair of dazzling fire wings, carrying her directly to the sixth floor.

Ignoring the gasps of the students below, she quickly found a women's restroom with a "Under Repair" sign on the outside and kicked the door open.

"What are you doing!"

Upon seeing the girl raise her hand, as if about to strike Wen Ruo in the face, Lu Zhao felt a surge of anger rise in his chest and quickly stepped forward to press the girl's hand against the wall!

"Ouch...it hurts! Let go!"

Everyone present was stunned until they heard the girl's cry of pain, at which point they all came to their senses.

"Miss Lu... Miss Lu!" Wenruo, who was being shielded behind her, was the first to call out.

Lu Zhao snorted softly, glanced back at her, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Chapter 117 Building Favor

Perhaps it was because Lu Zhao's aura was too fierce that the other two girls present dared not step forward.

Only the red-haired female student, whom she had roughly pinned against the wall, struggled in pain, shouting, "Who are you! How dare you hit me!"

"Hit you?" Lu Zhao's eyes turned cold. He pinned her down with one hand and pulled out his phone, which had already recorded the conversation, from his pocket with the other. "Then how do you account for your attempt to bully a freshman?"

As she spoke, she pressed the play button.

"You don't have to listen to us, but if you get hurt, you can only blame yourself for being blind!"

Hearing the fierce female voice coming from inside, the red-haired girl's face turned pale. "You... what are you going to do? My father is Li Lingfeng. If you dare to release this recording, he will definitely not let you off!"

"is it?"

Lu Zhao smiled slightly and took out a voice recorder from her chest. This was something they always carried with them when doing missions, and they would use it as needed in some emergencies. She didn't expect it to come in handy now.

"My father is Li Lingfeng. If you dare to release this recording, he will definitely not let you off the hook!"

As the recording played repeatedly, the red-haired girl's face grew paler and paler until, without Lu Zhao's intervention, she collapsed to the ground.

Lu Zhao turned his head, looked at the other two girls huddled together, and smiled slightly, "Do you want to say anything more?"

The other party immediately shook their head.

"That's good," she said gently, taking Wenruo's hand and smiling at the three of them. "I'll only say this once, so listen carefully."

She paused for a moment before saying, "Go back and ask your father if he was angry about the errors in the article being pointed out. Also, if I find out that you are bullying other people, you should know very well what kind of public pressure you and your family will face when this recording is exposed."

The red-haired girl sitting on the ground trembled slightly but did not speak.

Lu Zhao narrowed his eyes, having already anticipated her reaction, and said nothing more, pulling Wen Ruo away from the restroom.

The two of them didn't reach the bottom of the building until Wenruo pulled her hand, signaling her to stop.

"Wen, is there anything else?" She turned around, the coldness she had shown when facing the three people was gone.