Vol 3 Chapter 877: Mecha tournament, start war!

Inside a small travel boat painted in silver.
A beautiful and moving figure stood in the cabin, looking at the light curtain quietly, on which was the live broadcast of the Dingchuan Academy intranet.
On this huge stage where thousands of academies compete, she only pays attention to Dingchuan Academy located in the corner of the arena.
At this moment, on the stage representing Dingchuan Academy, there is only a silent and quiet figure.
When he gently closed his fists and stood up and looked up to the sky, the angled side face and the calm and inexplicable eyes appeared in the light curtain.
When the fighting game ended in such a way, a shallow arc evoked at the corner of the mouth, but after a while, the joy in the eyes quickly faded.
"Goodbye."
Lu Qingxue turned off the light curtain.
Then the Tianxun in his hand was completely closed, and he handed it back.
The gray-haired old man took it with respectful hands, but looking at the figure that seemed a little lonely at this moment, the old man's lips moved, and after all he shouted.
"Miss..."
"Elder Ge, the news of my mother's serious illness...who announced it?"
Lu Qingxue turned around, looking at Elder Ge with a calm look in her eyes.
"This..." Old Ge hesitated for a while.
"Why, can't I say or dare not say?" Lu Qingxue's calm eyes put a lot of pressure on the old man.
"Miss Qingxue, you will know everything when you go back."
"understood."
The cold voice is like ice beads falling on a jade plate.
Finally Ge Lao sighed, holding Lu Qingxue's Tianxun and walking behind him, but his body ricketed even harder.
Lu Qingxue turned around curledly, her cold eyes staring quietly at the gorgeous space.
With an exquisite piercing mind, she knew from the beginning that there was no simplicity behind this matter, but her cold temperament also determined that even if she knew it, she would not go to the bottom.
[Perhaps, this is fate. 】
Those beautiful eyes that were always strong looked at the figure reflected on the glass. Somehow, another pair of quiet and steady eyes appeared on it. Those eyes once brought her peace of mind that she had never felt before.
"Goodbye……"
"Or never see you again."
This small travel ship quickly turned into a dust in the vast starry sky.
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"I finally saw the leader of Dingchuan Academy again. Who would have thought that the strongest of an A-level academy would come from the first grade." A wise-eyed tutor from Taoyun Academy is about thirty-five years old. Said to himself.
After speaking, he turned his head to look at the handsome boy next to him, "Shining, one of the most fulfilling things I have done in the past ten years is that I found you at Zi Cui Xing."
"Thank you, Supervisor Hetian." The delicate young man seemed not good at speech, but the respect in his eyes could not be faked anyway.
"You used to fight each other, what are your thoughts now?"
"Looking forward to a duel in the arena."
The flashing sound was calm, but faintly revealing the unique pride of a young man.
"I am waiting for you to put glory on the Academy."
Supervisor Hetian looked at the re-refreshed content on the light curtain, with an unpredictable smile on his face.
"Finally the highlight."
...
When Mu Fan stepped down from the stage, the students and mentors from both Dingchuan phalanx and Konya were all watching this extremely powerful silent student.
In any case, in this era, the strong will be worshipped after all.
When Mu Fan walked to Ruan Xiongfeng's side, the bald man's face was full of smiles.
"Good boy, I really deserve to be my apprentice Ruan Xiongfeng, who was really fun just now."
"but……"
Ruan Xiongfeng paused.
"what?"
Mu Fan asked curiously.
"However, the next step is the tough battle. I rushed back from outside on purpose, so don't let me down."
"Come on."
After speaking, the big bald head turned to Nunu's mouth, and Mu Fan followed his line of sight to see that it was in the direction of Teacher Bach.
At this moment, in front of Bach, nineteen young students wearing the uniforms of the academy pilots had gathered.
These people rose from the underground platform ten seconds after the end of the fighting game.
A handsome, indifferent young man looked at Mu Fan and blinked with a smile.
Mu Fan's eyes widened, he never thought that his roommate would appear in this situation...
The extremely mysterious Young Master Gu Yunyougu, wearing a handsome pilot's uniform, calmly greeted the cheers and screams of the girls in the stands, and then smiled heartlessly there.
"Laughing so angry." The fat man was looking at the audience attentively, and suddenly felt a palm hooking his shoulder, and then an angry voice sounded from his ear.
When he turned his head, the dazzling white hair clearly appeared before his eyes.
"How about, are you surprised to see this handsome?"
Baimao cast a wink at the fat man.
As a result, Fatty's excitement for a long time...disgusted at this moment.
Because he instantly remembered the mecha chrysanthemum shield that Bai Mao had made for him, it was simply the biggest insult in mecha history.
He slapped Bai Mao's face with a slap, and jumped away like a blow, "Go away, don't be so silly!"
"Where do I have the old-fashioned arrogance, it seems that I am the girl's dream lover now."
"Young and gold, romantic and suave, Yushu near the wind, a pear blossom..."
Baimao looked at the stage with a grimace.
"Then why don't you go?"
"Aren't the awesome people just pressing the bottom of the box?" Bai Mao said frankly.
"Your subject competition is over?" The fat man was surprised. Anyway, the battle hasn't started yet, so I have time to talk to Baimao, the prodigal.
"Don't mention such horrible things, watch the game." Bai Mao deliberately didn't answer, and looked down with a deep look, but the corners of his mouth evoked his mood.
Obviously, in the plan of Mr. Yin~EbookFREE.me~, as long as the fat man asks the second sentence, he will immediately answer happily.
Because this involves a brilliant record on the knowledge level.
however……
"Oh, let's continue watching Mu Fan's game." The fat man had no sincerity, so he immediately turned his head happily.
"...Fatty."
"What are you doing?"
"You are so fat!"
"Fuck."
The two got up on stage instantly.
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"The importance of the next mecha warfare does not need to be said. You are all outstanding and handsome in the Academy."
Bach looked at the energetic students before him.
"What I want to say is that for this competition, I have only one request-no regrets!"
"Do you have any questions?"
"No!" The answer was like a rainbow.
"it is good!"
Bach looked at his phalanx with excitement, then raised his palm.
Dingchuan Academy, mech competition, join the battle!
"In this battle, all mechas are A-class mechas, ranging from civilian customized versions to military mass production, to military non-mass production models, a total of 1,857 types, and the scope of application covers space, sky, and land combat. According to the type of weapon, there are everything from melee defense to assault, from long-range sniping to fire suppression."
"And all outstanding students need to do is to give full play to your strengths and choose one of your best mechas. Starting today, on this stage...become the glory of the Academy!"
"This is the place where dreams start. The Federation is proud to own you. The Mecha Tournament-officially begins."
The sky suddenly went dark, and a floating island appeared.
The Chief Justice of United Galaxia Federation, the celebrity member of the House of Commons, slowly opened a starry scene for the 200,000 spectators at the scene with that calm but exciting language.