"You just wanted to save your parents. It would be better if you could protect them and live a happy life, right?" The professor lowered his head and looked at Fang Fan and said.
"Yes." Fang Fan nodded.
"Then have you ever thought about what you would do if you had rescued your parents, and what role would you play?"
Fang Fan listened and said nothing.
"Take your parents, leave here, rely on your own strength, find an isolated place, and live in seclusion?"
"No, it won't." Fang Fan shook his head.
"That means you will still be in Ning'an Village until its destruction or your death."
Fang Fan thought for a while and nodded.
"If that's the case, then you have to be prepared to be a leader."
The professor lowered his head, looked at Fang Fan who was thinking, smiled, and continued.
"Since you have chosen such a path and chosen this identity, you have to do what you have changed to do, and be responsible for yourself, the village, and the hundreds of people who trust you."
"First of all, you have to change your mentality. Only when your mentality changes can you have the ability to meet all this and any challenge."
"Change in mentality?" Fang Fan murmured.
"Yes, the mentality changes to that of a superior, a person in power.
Have you been to work?"
Suddenly, the professor asked.
"No, but I've had an internship, what's wrong?" Fang Fan raised his head in confusion and looked at the professor.
"Internship, forget it, let's change the score, have you ever been in love?"
"No." Fang Fan looked up at the professor again.
Professor: (°д°), what should I do, waiting online, urgent.
"Forget it, have you ever chased a girl?"
"Yes, I chased him." Fang Fan nodded and replied. He seemed to hear the professor let out a sigh of relief. What's wrong?
"Then when you get along with a girl, have you ever tried to figure out her thoughts?"
"Yes, after I finish doing something, even finishing a sentence, or replying to a message, I will think about how she will react, will she hate me? Or fall in love with me.
Sometimes, when she takes one more look at me, I wonder if she has fallen in love with me."
Having said this, Fang Fan showed a smile on his face.
"Then you know? When you become a person in a superior position and have power, the people below you will also try to figure out your psychology like this, wondering whether you are happy or angry, whether you like it or hate it, and what to do with their senses.
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They will try their best to figure it out, and they will spend more time chasing girls than they do."
"Nani (=_=)" Fang Fan didn't react, but when he thought about it, wasn't it really like this?
The professor is still talking.
"Every word, deed, and move you make will be seen in their eyes and remembered in their hearts. Perhaps to you, it is just a trivial action with no deep meaning, but to them, it is a hint and an instruction.
, they will figure out the whole story."
The professor glanced at Fang Fan.
"You should not be too close, kind, or kind to your subordinates. This will cause them to lose their sense of awe and have more thoughts than they should have.
But you can't be too distant, as this will make them feel that you don't value them, that you look down on them, and at worst they may be lazy and protest, or at worst they may betray you and leave.
You have to grasp this speed."
"Save?" Fang Fan murmured, lost in thought.
The professor looked at Fang Fan and nodded.
"Hey, I'm old and can't compare to you young people. Go to sleep."
Before he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the military camp, leaving Fang Fan alone.
Fang Fan sat alone in the corner, thinking quietly.
I don't know how much time passed, but Fang Fan's eyes gradually brightened. He stood up, looked at the rising sun, and squinted his eyes.
That night, Fang Fan thought a lot. He couldn't say what he had gained, but he couldn't say that he had gained nothing.
It is unrealistic to say that Fang Fan has mastered the emperor's mental skills and can perfectly balance everyone. Fang Fan has no experience in this society and cannot do it.
It can only be said that Fang Fan's mentality slowly began to change from this night on. No one knows what will happen in the future.
"Village chief, we are full. You didn't see the scene yesterday. A group of boys surrounded me, tut tut."
Li Yang walked out, saw Fang Fan, and said slightly exaggeratedly.
"Then I divided up the teams overnight and asked the veterans to lead them, and we talked all night long."
"Okay, call them all out and practice." Fang Fan nodded, and after finishing speaking to him, he turned around and climbed up the wall.
Li Yang looked at Fang Fan and raised his hand to pat his shoulder, but for some reason, he failed to do so.
I wanted to make a fuss, but in the end what came out of my mouth was a serious shout.
"Yes, village chief."
"Hey, what's going on?" Li Yang looked at Fang Fan and his hands in confusion. Without thinking about it, he simply took out a fruit, rubbed it, and gnawed it.
Fang Fan stood on the wall, looking at the forest, with dull eyes and a dull face, but... panicked in his heart.
Have I gone too far? Do I need to be more intimate? Or is this just right?
Or is it too abrupt? What would Li Yang be thinking about me? Why did he stop patting my shoulder? What was he thinking?
All kinds of strange questions appear in my mind.
Looking at the green forest sea in the distance, for some reason, Fang Fan suddenly calmed down, smiled softly, walked down the wall, and walked steadily towards the queue one step at a time.
"Start practicing!"
"The mountain of Taihua is cut into four directions, its height is five thousand feet, its width is ten miles..."
The reborn spiritual light once again filled the visualization map, and illusory mountains appeared above the team, majestic and solemn, undulating and continuous.
A huge amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy was absorbed, and after many cycles, it was purified and transformed, turning into streams of pure golden spiritual energy that poured into everyone's bodies, continuously refining the skin.
Under tempering, the skin film faintly exudes golden light, becomes tighter and tougher.
The first level of body tempering: skin training. Those who reach the extreme can reach the peak and serve as militiamen.
Everyone was immersed in cultivation and slowly became stronger under the spiritual energy.
Along with the practice, the sun rose completely in the sky, and the catering team also made some bone soup from the bones and leftovers left yesterday, and brought the broth over.
Fang Fan gradually stopped visualizing and stopped practicing. His strength increased again, and his skin became tighter and tougher. I am afraid that ordinary knives could not scratch Fang Fan's skin.
However, the force value is still 11 points and has not changed.
After drinking the bone soup and eating a few mouthfuls of bone marrow, Fang Fan turned around and looked at the team.
"The first team and the second team stayed in the village to protect and assist production."
"yes!"
"Teams three and four will go to Longzi Lake to fetch water, open roads along the way, and prepare for canals."
"Yes, village chief!"
"Teams 5, 6, and 7 will conduct a circular search along the village chief, hunt down the mutant beasts within the range, and reduce the density of mutant beasts in the area."
