Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 431 - 133: Aftermath of Trivial Matters

Sasha is only interested in seeking knowledge and doesn’t care about winning or losing. She participates in the solo competition purely to understand other people’s mecha models and experience the feeling of piloting.

The constant provocations followed by hesitations were to test the various functions of the Squirrel Mecha and the piloting habits of the Squirrel.

It’s no surprise that later on, Feng Wansha should be able to sketch out the opponent’s mecha design.

Some intelligent spectators, upon reflection, noticed Shasha’s strange performance.

Other contestants watching the replay started to grasp some of the nuances.

After exiting the simulation pod, Squirrel, who thought he had vented his anger, welcomed a dark period in his life.

The analysts and coaches from Yun Ji angrily bombarded Squirrel one after another. If he had delivered a fatal blow to Feng Wansha from the start, and not engaged in a chase, there wouldn’t have been so many issues later.

Squirrel felt completely innocent. During the match, it was his first time encountering such a contradictory competitor—both timid and incredibly brave.

Who knew the other side was just gathering intelligence?

"It’s the Vegetable Farmers who are shameless."

"It’s your pig brain. A random logistician from the Vegetable Farmers can twist you around. Later, you wouldn’t even know if you were sold."

"But the Vegetable Farmers are really capable." Yun Ji’s coach and analyst felt that using ordinary thinking to handle opponents wasn’t effective. The further it goes, the more competitors would use cunning tricks, so everyone would go all out to win.

No one competes with integrity. There’s no honesty to speak of on a real battlefield; in the end, it’s those with both strength and brains who excel.

Online, people gradually analyzed and summed it up, revealing that Feng Wansha’s goal was to test mecha data.

Once this view came out, the competition channel became lively.

"I finally understand why a logistician from the Vegetable Farmer Team entered the competition. It’s absurd."

"While others are all about fighting, your Vegetable Farmer Team is already gathering intelligence on opponents."

"It’s good I didn’t just curse Shasha a moment ago."

"You all make me feel especially stupid. Watching it just felt suffocating. Looking from another angle, I just feel like my IQ isn’t enough."

"I did curse her, scolding her for not surrendering when she knew she couldn’t win."

"My Shasha is a Mecha Designer."

"A genius Mecha Designer at that."

"Handling small mecha effortlessly."

"Very foresighted. Using a logistician to obtain important mecha data from other teams’ key players."

"Why didn’t I think of letting a logistician compete, let him probe other people’s mecha? Regret it."

"As long as a logistician can compete with a strong opponent even once, the team gains."

Actually, many Mecha Designers signed up for the competition, but few of them ever won. Without the premise of strength, how can there be exploration?

Moreover, it’s too late for those who want to sign up now, so many team members don’t want to meet the Vegetable Farmers’ logistics staff in the solo competition.

Some people suggested praying to the gods of the New World. It’s a competition in the New World, after all; praying to the New World gods must have an effect.

This was something Su Xiaocai hadn’t expected. They don’t believe in feudal superstition; it’s just a unique scenery feature.

Praying to those gods won’t work for them. Artificial intelligence won’t fulfill their wishes.

Maybe there’s some effect, as Feng Wansha, Xing Miao, and Li Leilei’s opponents tomorrow aren’t involved in team competitions.

"Xiao Shu, praying to the New World gods can really make wishes come true."

"Don’t worry, the gods will help you automatically dodge the Vegetable Farmers."

"Which genius thought of praying to gods first? Now every temple is packed with competitors."

"Could I ask, I saw an introduction that each god has different responsibilities, which ones are you all praying to?"

"Mostly praying to the God of Wealth."

"God of Wealth +1."

"I pray to whichever one I meet. As long as the heart is sincere enough, wishes will come true."

"I love the gods in the New World so much. They don’t require prayers or fasting and sacrifices every month. I want to recommend them to my parents—this is the real god for granting wishes."

"These gods are fake. You are too pathetic; only Allah can bless the people."

"They’re fake, yet I insist on believing. What can you do? Your Allah hasn’t blessed you with wealth, has he? He manages too many things, unlike my God of Wealth, who only manages one thing."

"Alright, alright. I’m ready for believers to misinterpret and modify these deities. When the time comes, I’ll devote myself to the front lines."

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Since Feng Wansha has her own ideas, Su Xiaocai didn’t want to interfere too much.

She went to check on the progress of sensitive fruit cultivation in her vegetable garden.

The vegetable garden was bustling, with several guys taking off their shirts and sweating profusely.

Xiao Wanzi watched them work, with a fan on her head cooling them down.

Next to her was a short, chubby little robot, holding two fans and shaking them vigorously.