Ying Chenghe put down the cardboard shell and glanced down at the news on his brain: "They and the teachers are still in the valley."
Jin Ke looked around: "Which other S-class person is in the school, there was an S-class perception overflowing in the vicinity just now."
The command perception is sharp and powerful, and if both parties are willing, they can even control the thoughts of the mecha soldiers through perception.
Yesterday, all the S-level students in the grade went out to practice with the S-level teacher. Jin Ke and Ying Chenghe returned to school ahead of schedule. They were still outside the school, and the school should not perceive the S-level.
"You forgot that Senior Shentu is still in school." Ying Chenghe said indifferently, "I just came back from the game and it is normal to feel unstable."
"... Hmm." The moment just now was too fast, Jin Ke even wondered if he had captured the S-class perception, "Maybe it was Senior Shen Tu passing by."
After the first game, Wei San squeezed over and pulled the paper shell in Ying Chenghe's hand: "You guys are quite busy."
"We came back early to support you." Jin Ke said with a smile, "I'll invite us to dinner later."
"No money, it's impossible." Wei San refused flatly, "It's obvious that you are looking for an excuse to come back and be lazy."
Jin Ke turned off the speaker, and immediately stood aside with Wei San: "Then let Cheng He invite us to dinner."
"I'm out of money in my card." Ying Chenghe stood on the other side of Wei San with a blank expression, then looked at Jin Ke, "Why don't you invite us to dinner."
"Vote." Wei San pointed to himself and Ying Chenghe, "2 to 1, Jin Ke will pay."
Jin Ke: "... Cheng He, you've changed."
Ying Chenghe smiled slightly, and he seemed to begin to understand why Jin Ke said that the more he was, the happier he was. It's really pleasing to see someone who wants to spend money with a heartache on his face.
Wei San still has another game, but it looks like it will take a while. She gets the next game number and goes to the cafeteria with them first.
Jin Ke followed Wei San and watched her order food, with a distressed expression on her face: "With so much, can you finish it?" It's all money.
"I'm still growing." Wei San said seriously.
Just as Jin Ke wanted to say that they were almost adults, he looked at Wei San carefully and was shocked: "Have you grown taller?" The semester hasn't finished yet.
Wei San stretched out her hand to indicate the height of the two of them. She reached Jin Ke's chin: "When I am an adult, I should be taller than you."
Jin Ke silently ordered an extra dish: "No, I'm also growing."
Commander Jin was thinking in his mind whether he wanted to get a shot of genetic modifier.
Ying Chenghe, who was standing at the back, looked down on Wei San. She had to say that she had all the typical characteristics of a good mecha soldier: she was tall, she was already 1.7 meters tall, she had a big appetite and needed a lot of nutrients. It has a high degree of fit for the control of the mecha.
Such a person has a great interest in mecha masters, and even asks questions that he sometimes hadn't thought about.
"Short and smart." Wei San said to Jin Ke, holding a plate, "You are the commander, or it is better to be short."
"Absurd." Jin Ke immediately retorted, "Ying Xingjue is tall."
"Have you seen him?"
"That's not true. I went to the Imperial Military Academy forum to see some gossip information about the double stars of the imperial capital."
"What double star?"
"The 3S commander Ying Xingjue and the 3S mecha soldier Ji Chuyu, the two most powerful newcomers in the empire." Jin Ke put down the dinner plate and sat down, bowed his head and pulled out a photo on his brain, "This is Ji Chu. rain."
The photo should have been taken. The person inside is handsome, slender, with dazzling blond hair. Standing on the training ground, he wiped the sweat from his chin with one hand, and his eyes swept toward the camera with a sharp look.
"It looks quite iconic." Wei San inserted a piece of meat in the plate, raised his eyes and glanced at the photo.
Jin Ke pouted and said, "I think it's a bit contrived."
"There's another one."
"I don't have a photo of Ying Xingjue in my hand." Jin Ke pointed to Ying Chenghe next to him, "Ying Xingjue is his cousin."
Wei San raised his eyebrows and exchanged glances with Jin Ke, then they both stared at Ying Chenghe.
Ying Chenghe was thinking about other things, and when he looked up, he saw two pairs of gossip eyes: "... What are you doing?"
"Is there a photo of your cousin?" Jin Ke lowered her voice, mysteriously, "We want to see what Ying Xingjue looks like."
It is said that Ying Xing never appears in front of the public very often, so there is no photo of him even inside the Imperial Military Academy. The information is sorted out by word of mouth.
At the beginning of the Hephaestus competition, the main members of the five military academies will appear in front of the media, there is nothing to hide, Ying Chenghe flipped through his album: "We are not very familiar, and there are no photos of him in the past two years, There is only one previous family photo."
Wei San looked up and was stunned, the person in the photo was the black-haired boy back then.
Imperial Double Star, Blonde...
"Jin Ke, let me take a look at Ji Chuyu's photo just now."
"What is he doing again?" Jin Ke said and opened it for her to see.
Wei San carefully looked at Ji Chuyu's photo, and it turned out to be another blond boy. She didn't think of it just now, she picked the food with chopsticks: "I also think he is a bit pretentious."
"As expected of my friend, you have vision!" Jin Ke happily put away Ji Chuyu's photo.
These two are really...
Ying Chenghe didn't know whether to call them sour or stupid.
"Your cousin's hair is better maintained than yours." Wei San looked at Ying Chenghe and said sincerely, "I wanted to tell you a long time ago to take good care of your hair."
Jin Ke reached out and touched a handful of Ying Chenghe's hair: "It's like hay, it must be good to burn it."
Ying Chenghe patted his hand away: "Who remembers the hair when you are busy, Wei San, your hair is not much better!"
Wei San: "...I am poor."
"Maybe when you go to the competition, you can ask Ying Xing Jue's hair care tips?" Jin Ke had a whim.
"I haven't said a few words to him since I was a child." Ying Chenghe looked complicated.
Ying Xingjue is the only son of the main family, and Ying Chenghe is a partial birth. The difference between the two is a month old. If it weren't for him, he was also a 3S class, I am afraid they would not even have an intersection.
There is no difference between an aristocratic family and a small society.
"Then when we win a game, the media will interview the champion and ask him the secret of hair maintenance." Wei San came up with an idea.
Jin Ke gave a thumbs up: "This trick is both asking the secret and humiliating the empire. High! Really high!"
Ying Chenghe: "...We won first and then we'll talk about it."
After the three chatted and ate, Wei San hurried to the second game. It wasn't too difficult, and he easily won the school team spot. In addition, she signed up on the spot to participate in the selection of shooters. As long as she gets a seat next Monday, she will get 30 credits.
Wei San still went to the black factory on the weekend, but he didn't meet Qi Anxi. He didn't seem to have been there during this time.
A game of 500,000 Star Coins with L3 is enough for a normal person to live for a period of time, but if it is used to make mechas, it will be like a pebble entering the sea, and it will not cause any waves.
Wei San can currently play seven games a day, three in the morning, four in the afternoon, and used to repair the mecha at night.
"Slaughter Day bet!"
On Sunday, Wei San came together, and the entire third underground floor was full of strange excitement. Casinos are pulling up banners with 'Massacre Day' written all over them, asking people to place bets.
She found someone to ask what it meant.
"The new L3? All the random pools on the day of the slaughter gather together, and all those who are still on the third floor on this day will have to compete," the other party pointed to the popular players on the light screen, "and these people are against the chickens. , is unilateral slaughter and harvest."
Wei San: "..." No wonder many people left yesterday.
[Death vs bowing to life, the game time is nine o'clock in the evening. 】
Wei San was still wondering if the stars and points had changed in today's game, and the biggest light curtain in the lobby displayed her ID.
The passerby who had just finished explaining looked at the avatar on the light screen bowing his head to life, then turned to look at Wei San, showing sympathy: "Are you bowing to life? If possible, it is best to admit defeat as soon as you play."
Wei San recalled that he had seen the match between Death and Monkey before, and couldn't help frowning. She didn't like this kind of person, and it was troublesome to fight.
Immediately after the light curtain flashed, a group of people gathered around the gaming table to place bets, and even this passerby rushed over and shouted, "Two million star coins bet against the God of Death!"
Wei San: "..."
After watching for a while, Wei San also walked over, took out the 3.5 million star coins he just earned yesterday, and bet all of them on himself.
"It's better to hold the god of death, and you can get some money to go back for treatment." The passerby advised.
Wei San has never been afraid of anyone, she motioned the dealer to accept her money: "Just bet and bow to life."
The sudden slaughter day disrupted Wei San's plan. At present, all the people on the third floor have competition objects. She has to wait until the evening, then go back to her room to open her brain, and use the points to redeem the recent game video of Reaper.
Death's killing style is still the same, but Wei San can still see something. This person's strength is far more than that. It is easy to kill the players in the random pool before.
The 'strength division' in the random pool is based on points. Reaper has won so many games, and it stands to reason that he should have entered the points rankings, but he didn't. He has been spending points to keep himself around that range.
I am afraid that this person came to the competition not for money or actual combat experience, but purely to kill and beat people.
It's no wonder that there are many perverts in this layer. Wei San looked at the god of death in the video. Compared to it, her dismantling the mecha was really not a pervert, at best a little bit wretched.
Outside the black factory.
"I don't know if there are any fresh faces on this year's Slaughter Day."
"It seems that the god of death is still interesting, with a sense!"
"Who are you betting on? I'm betting on the God of Death."
…
Similar discussions continued to be heard among the spectators who queued up to buy tickets, and two of them were also talking about betting.
"Finally got the tickets for the game of Death. Later, I will put all my pocket money this year on Death's side. Do you want to bet on him with me?"
"Let's go together, who is playing against Death at night?"
"What do you call bow your head?"
The boy heard the words: "Bow your head to life?"
"Yes, it's called this."
The boy changed his words instantly: "I don't hold death, I bow to life to win."
"Crazy, this person has only been promoted to L3 for a month."
The boy insisted on bowing his head to life: "Death will not necessarily win."
He has followed and watched all the video of the games from L0 to L3. The play style is a little obscene, but looking at all her games, she has basically never lost. will turn over.
The boy's perception is low, he is just an ordinary person, and he can't see anything. But he always felt that he was making progress and learning every time he bowed his head to life.
"It's up to you, when the time comes, all the money will be in vain, don't feel bad."
"Maybe your money is gone."