As the morning dawn broke, shining through the screen window on the bed on the second floor, Foxy opened his eyes and his ears were filled with snoring, and his breath was very rhythmic.

You can hear it even through the wall.

Fauxie's face darkened, he got up and left the room and walked to the next door, opened the door and looked at Donald Duck, Zeus, and Napoleon on the bed, who were drooling on all sides and foaming on the tip of their noses, and really wanted to go up and kick a few feet.

Going downstairs to wash his face and wash his face, Foxy was carrying a gift and planning to go to the Naval Academy to have a look, and by the way, solve the breakfast problem on the street.

An hour later, Foxy stood at the gate of the Naval Academy, and it was still the same place as before.

From afar, I heard the cultivation movement inside.

Walking into the academy with gifts, there happened to be a team of half-year-old children sweating profusely in the morning, and Foxy stood on the side of the road watching these energetic students.

This is his lost youth.

"Strange, how do I feel that person has seen somewhere, in the academy he didn't wear a military uniform, just wearing casual clothes, isn't he afraid of being punished by Lieutenant General Vettel and Teacher Zefa?"

The team went away, and some students scratched their heads.

"Maybe he came to bribe Lieutenant General Wirther and Teacher Zefa, you see the big bags of gifts in his hand."

Some students were disdainful, believing that Faulksie had come to bribe.

"It's very likely that they wanted to stuff a trainee through bribery."

"Makes sense."

In this group, there were two students whose eyes lit up, as if they remembered something.

One of them, with long curly hair of soft sea blue, was a girl, eighteen or nineteen years old.

There is also a young man like a ninja, who is a little older, estimated to be around twenty-five or sixteen.

These two are the frontrunners and are clearly the strongest in this team.

"Binz, that seems to be Brigadier General Foksey."

There was adoration in Ain's eyes.

"You think so, too?"

The student, who was called Binz, also had adoration and respect in his eyes.

The Vettel instructor who is now in charge of teaching them cultivation, and the most mentioned role model among them is Brigadier General Foksey.

And the whole Marin Vando knows that Brigadier General Foksey is gentle and approachable, without any arrogance, and is a role model for many people.

Among them, there are not many worshippers.

"What are you doing, what kind of noisy and noisy things are going on, add another circle."

A stern burst of shouts came, full of energy, which made all the students wail.

As the team gradually departed, Vettel grimaced as if someone owed him billions.

But when he saw Foxy walking in the distance, his serious face finally stopped being tight.

"Instructor Vettel is still so strict!"

Carrying the present, Faulksie smiled.

"You kid, I heard the news about your return yesterday, and I knew you were coming to the academy."

Vettel gave Faksey a punch in the shoulder.

"That's a must."

Faulksie handed Vettel a gift bag.

"For me?"

Vettel's gift bag turned out to be full of smiles in the corners of his eyes.

"It's just ordinary gifts, not expensive."

Faulsey wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.

"It's still your kid who has a heart, I still have to train these unsuccessful guys, General Zefa is in the office."

"I'm not in a hurry, anyway, I have time today, I haven't chatted with you for a long time."

"What do you have to talk to me about?"

"Instructor Vettel, you're going to die talking like this."

Foxy was a little speechless.

"Haha... Tell me about what you're doing in the new world. ”

"It's nothing..."

Then the two talked while watching the students exercise.

Panting, the two stopped talking when all the students stood in front of Vettel sweating profusely.

However, it was only then that Fauxey noticed that there were two very good people in the future among the students.

Both of them have extremely powerful Devil Fruits.

When Foxy looked at the students, the students also looked at Foxie.

All excited.

"This is Brigadier General Foksey, I'm sure you all know each other."

Vettel saw that all of them were flushed, and he had been looking at the students of Foxy with curiosity and longing, and introduced them with a stiff face.

"Yo! Hello everyone. ”

Faulksi beckoned and said hello.

"Brigadier General Foksy is good!"

The students were so excited that their voices were so loud that they could be heard outside the academy.

"Work hard, I also went out from here, as long as you have perseverance and are willing to endure hardships, you will become as strong as me, and the future of the Navy depends on you."

Lieutenant General Vettel and Mr. Zefa are the people I respect the most, and as long as you can learn half of their skills, you will definitely surpass me in the future. ”

"Ahem..."

Vettel's face twitched a little, and Foxy held him too high.

"So...."

"Okay, if you don't want to be embarrassed, I still have to be embarrassed?" Vettel interrupted Foxy, and if he was allowed to continue, he might get some kind of moth.

"The truth of what I said."

Faulsey didn't expect Vettel's face to be so thin.

"Admiral Zefa is in the office, you go find him!"

Vettel's swarthy face was a little red, and he forcibly drove Foxy away.

"Oh well! Wait a few days for Berry Good and them to come back, and when the time comes, you will come to the banquet! ”

Foxy took the gift and turned back three times.

"I know, I know, you should disappear quickly!"

Vettel turned and waved.

"Brigadier General Foksey, as rumored, is very easy-going and grateful."

Looking at the back of Foxy in the distance, many students had stars in their eyes.

"Does Admiral Foksey respect Instructor Vettel?"

"I heard that Brigadier General Foksey is very grateful, and every time he goes back to Marin Vando, he comes to the Naval Academy to see Instructor Vettel and Teacher Zefa."

"Ahem... I was stunned for what to do, running ten laps around the playground. ”

Vettel's face was slumped, completely different from before.

"Ahh

With the wailing, all the students cried and mourned like their dead parents.

"If you want to become like Brigadier General Foxy, then you have to work harder than usual, because your current cultivation is not even half of what he was back then."

Vettel accompanied the students while reprimanding, and was very good at arousing the enthusiasm of the students.

"Knock.. Boom..."

On the other side, Foxey stood outside Zefa's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Thick and hoarse, Zefa looked up from his desk.

"Mr. Zefa."

Entering the office with a gift, Foxy smiled.

"I'm back."

In fact, Zefa saw it when Foxey was in the playground.

"Well, I didn't bring any good gifts when I came back this time, so I brought a few bottles of wine."

Foxy placed the gift on the table.

"I have a heart."

Zefa was still so serious, he taught many students, but every time he came back to visit him with gifts, very few of them brought gifts.

"I'll get what I want to drink by myself, Xiuzuo is really a little unaccustomed to it after he left."

Zefa pointed to the kitchen on the side of the office.

"What does Mr. Zefa want to drink?"

Nor did Foxey see himself as an outsider.

"Boiling water."

Entering the kitchen, Foxy poured two glasses of boiling water, and by this time Zefa was already sitting on the couch.

"Are you sure you'll come back this time?"

Seeing Foxy sitting across from him, Zefren's tone was solemn.

"Yes."

Faulksi knew what Zefa was asking.

"That's good, but I have to admit that Sakasky, Polusalino, Kuzan are difficult to do, you can't be too careless."

"I'll be careful."

Fuksey nodded, and then frowned slightly, "Teacher Zefa, you don't actually have to retire." ”

Zefa raised his hand to stop Foxy, and showed a rare smile, "I have long wanted to retire, and the navy will need your support in the future, I just want to teach cadets in the academy." ”

In the end, Foxy spent three or four hours in his office before leaving.