Little Fugua said: "When I go out, my guard will follow me. He is probably not far away. I can just ask him."

The other three people looked at Little Fugua and were particularly shocked. Anyway, they thought that the prince was really good.

Several children went out, and on the fifth day they turned around behind the tree outside the courtyard gate and saluted the little Fugua.

Little Fugua said: "Who were those two people just now? Did you see them?"

The fifth day nodded.

Little Fugua said, "They said they were going to set people on fire at night. Find someone to find out who these two people are, what does this man do, is he in charge of which cell, and who lives in that cell?"

Is such an operation still possible?

The remaining three children who had been bragging for a long time looked at each other in confusion, like country bumpkin opening a door to a new world.

Of course, they always feel like nothing will happen to them from now on.

The matter has been handed over to more capable and professional hands.

They looked at the chubby little dumpling in front of them. The prince was the prince. He might not be the kind of person who would say anything earth-shattering, but he seemed to know the best way to do something. This was not done in person.

People who have experienced it cannot understand how difficult it is.

Several people returned to the class together in the afternoon, handed in their homework to the teacher, checked their homework, and went home after passing it.

Several people didn't even finish their homework, so they quickly returned to class and started to make up for their homework.

Fuliang did everything very quickly. He finished today's homework very quickly. He held several pages of large characters in his hand and looked around to urge others.

"Fat man, hurry up, hurry up and finish writing about us..." There are still big things to do.

"Wait a minute, I still have half a page."

"My lord, how much do you have left?"

Little Fugua said: "I still haven't finished half of it."

He has been writing for less than two years, and his hands are relatively tender. His family has never forced him to write too much. Once he gets to school, he has to write several times more homework every day than before, so of course he cannot speed up.

"How about...I..." Fuliang looked at the people around him furtively, and then stopped talking. He just wanted to help Xiao Fugua write, but he was afraid that the bitches around him would complain.

Little Fugua said: "No, our fonts are different."

Hua Rong chuckled lightly and returned the font. He was a majestic prince, but his fonts were large and unsuitable. He was just learning calligraphy for the first time and had no idea what fonts he wanted to say.

Fuliang couldn't stand this and said rudely: "Why are you laughing?"

Hua Rong didn't say anything back, but gave him a cold look.

Fuliang said angrily: "Why are you rolling your eyes? You have the guts to fight with me, motherfucker."

Hua Rong said: "It's rude."

Most people agreed with Hua Rong's opinion.

Fuliang had a bad temper and was panting. Little Fugua said: "Brother Eleven will hand in his homework first, and later help me see if my people are back..."

Fuliang nodded and scolded Hua Rong: "You are lucky!"

Although he was angry, he did not lose his mind. He always felt that he was the one who was going to do something big today and there was no need to argue with this sissy. He hurriedly packed his schoolbag, took a few pieces of homework and left.

When Fuliang passed by Hua Rong's desk, he stopped and snorted coldly. Hua Rong seemed to be startled, jumped to his feet, and knocked over his inkstone with his sleeve, "Confused...confused..."
Chapter completed!