Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1127 - 893: If Living Isn’t for Showing Off
A flash of the message he just received crossed his mind, and looking at the situation on the field, a mysterious glint flickered in Gu Yunyou’s calm eyes.
He looked nonchalantly towards the Tutor Team, all the decision-making power was in those few hands.
Seeing that shiny big bald head, the corner of Gu Yunyou’s mouth curled into a slight arc, and his eyes became calm.
"What’s wrong?"
Mu Fan glanced at the [Unable to Connect] displayed again on the Sky Communication, then turned and asked.
"I’m just thinking about how to concede defeat in a bit." Young Master Gu flashed a charming smile.
At this moment, the grandstands of both sides have gradually calmed down. For Dingchuan Academy, the thrill of victory from the previous three matches has been completely smoothed out by a series of tough battles. Now, everyone from both sides is frowning as they watch the arena.
Song Feiguang sat dejectedly in the preparation area, with four other trainees beside him, all showing remorse. He had long lost the initial high spirits.
Facing opponents directly, the oppressive feeling coming from them broke his composure right from the start.
When his mecha was stepped underfoot, the humiliation... made his whole body tremble.
The final result was that his mecha fell completely defeated under the opponent’s feet after its engine was destroyed, unable to break free to the end.
This was not the kind of match they wanted.
Dingchuan’s Tutor Team was still standing side by side, though their expressions were somewhat solemn.
"Dingchuan is progressing, the opponents are progressing too. This year our academy has faced a real sniper attack."
"This lesson..."
Bach shook his head, wry smile on his face, "It can be called painful."
Qi Longxiang blinked and spoke with agreement in his voice: "The opponents’ strength is at a steadily advancing stage. The number of personnel Gonia War Academy has supplied to the military over the years ranks second in the entire Federation, only to Pulan Military Academy. However, such schools that produce military talent on masse sacrifice the trainees’ future development potential, unlike Dingchuan, which focuses on diversified development."
"Yes, in academic competitions, Gonia War Academy suffered a miserable defeat," Tsunayoshi added succinctly.
"I finally understand the mindset of those I bullied back then," Ruan Xiongfei rubbed his bald head, his muscles tensing together, his voice filled with intense dissatisfaction.
"So, let’s adjust the order of battle." Qi Longxiang smiled, saying calmly.
In the time these few people were talking...
"Gonia War Academy wins."
Roar!
Another area of the grandstand erupted in cheers—clearly, Gonia had attracted quite a following.
Score 6:7.
Bach looked towards Qi Longxiang, who casually tossed over a light-road tablet and nodded quietly.
Seeing the adjustment order of line-up on it, Bach’s eyes flashed with amazement after a moment of thought, and the knots in his brow finally began to unravel.
His finger brushed across the first name in the new order.
...
"Match 14, Gonia against Dingchuan, Light Warrior VS Dark Night Attacker."
...
"Dingchuan Academy wins!"
The score changes to 6:8.
...
"Match 15, Gonia against Dingchuan, Dragon Lizard Generation 5 VS Red Guardian."
"Dingchuan Academy wins!"
Score—6:9!
...
"Match 16, Gonia against Dingchuan, Sword Hunter VS Qitian Type 4."
"Dingchuan Academy wins!"
Score—6:10!
This time, the Dingchuan trainees finally experienced a rollercoaster-like thrill, their hearts seemingly stuck in their throats, leaving them parched as they watched the arena, subconsciously letting out excited screams.
The girls recklessly blew flying kisses.
Unexpectedly winning four consecutive matches.
This instantly elevated the atmosphere of Dingchuan Academy to its peak.
The fat guy’s eyes widened, taking it all in, mumbling as he watched:
"Thrilling, much more thrilling than on PO Battle Net."
"Fat guy, look at your lack of ambition... But hey, these so-called Seven Martial Generals really do seem a bit impressive."
White Hair scratched his chin, noticing the equally engrossed expressions of the nearby big fat William and renowned reporter Li Xiaoxi, yawning full of disinterest.
"What do you know, huh?" The fat guy argued, his face red and neck bulging.
"Do you know, I’m going to send a video of me watching all this live to those bastards on Loga Star, and they’ll go crazy with envy."
Loga Star?
The sudden mention of this term made White Hair pause in thought...
"Oh hell yeah! How could I forget to brag to those bastards, weren’t they isolating me! Fat Brother’s chatting tool in’s account, I’m sending it now."
The fat guy grew more excited the more he thought about it, not caring about watching the upcoming matches anymore. He quickly pulled out his Sky Communication, pressed the capture button straight against his pudgy face, displaying a lascivious smile.
Young Master Yin felt a wave of chills; evidently, the fat guy’s low-grade taste made his whole body break out in goosebumps.
"Fat guy, wait a minute! Tell me, when one day you become a general, would it still matter to act cool in front of a soldier?"
Seeing the fat guy even pouting his lips, flashing a V sign, White Hair almost jumped up wanting to strangle him.
"Of course it matters! Bro can act cool 500 different ways without repeating." The fat guy replied naturally, as if White Hair’s words touched a beautiful dream hidden in his heart, his eyes full of aspiration as he gazed at the sky, face solemn, voice low:
"You’ve never experienced the pain of enduring disdain... Since knowing Mu Fan, you know what?"
"If living isn’t for acting cool, then life would be meaningless!!" The fat guy’s passionate tone left Ling Chuchu, sitting beside him, with her mouth agape.
She had always thought the fat guy to be a harmless and simple-minded mascot.
"Here, Chuchu, borrow 2 seconds, give me a pose."
When the fat guy spoke, he directly leaned over, trying to get closer but being too timid, so he could only act composed.
Chuchu rolled her eyes, noting White Hair’s bewildered face nearby, suddenly felt like laughing, so her mind swiftly turned.
"Sure!"
Chuchu intentionally pouted her lips towards the fat guy’s side cheek.
Click.
When the fat guy pressed the shutter and saw the photo, he became so moved his eyes welled up with tears, looking at Chuchu with excitement.
"Thank you, beautiful."
This was the first time in his life he had taken such a close photo with a pretty girl.
Whew~
White Hair let out a breath beside him.
He grabbed the fat guy, then firmly...
Kissed the fat guy on the cheek!
"Fat guy, you’re truly talented to say such philosophical words."
"Whoa, you actually kissed me, Master Fat."
Chuchu blinked, and in her view, a row of goosebumps clearly rose across Harry’s neck.
Then, the entire person seemed like a steamed shrimp, his face instantly flushing bright red.
The fat guy trembled all over, shakily pointing at White Hair, almost excited enough to pull out the seat and fight this rogue.
Two chubby hands directly grabbed White Hair’s neck, shaking him violently.
"Fat Brother hasn’t dated anyone yet, and you kissed me!"
"Gonna die, gonna die... Let go... Let go."
Yin Shuai’s eyes rolled upwards, God only knows how the fat guy suddenly had such terrifying strength.
"I was wrong."
"Let go of me..."
"Quick, watch the match... it’s at match point, if you keep squeezing me, you’ll miss it."
"This act would look even cooler..."
White Hair pleaded repeatedly, finally mentioning Billy the Slut Man’s voice at the end, and the fat guy seemed to hear that voice by his ear.
Harry’s hand instinctively loosened.
