Chapter 50 Chapter 50 I want to see their strength.

Interstellar Mecha Association Headquarters.

The whole building is full of a sense of technology.

A crystal-clear biconical intelligent entity was suspended above the gate, with the lower cone end bobbing up and down at a height of twenty centimeters above the ground.

The biconical intelligent body guided Tao Ying to the waiting area.

The intelligent agent said sweetly, "I'll call your number. What do you want to do?"

"It's related to the University Mecha League."

“Okay, please take your number plate and wait in the waiting area~”

Tao Ying took the number 18 sign and sat in the lobby waiting for a while.

The transparent glass curtain wall in the waiting area is playing refreshing travel advertisements, and glacial cracks are blooming on the glass curtain wall.

After the advertisement ended, the competition information of each region was displayed on the wall.

The league was organized by the Mecha Association, and in the Chester region alone, there were 326 participating teams. From these 300+ teams, the preliminary rounds would select approximately 30 to advance to the semi-finals.

The registration deadline was approaching, and there were not many people in line, so Tao Ying's number was called quickly.

"Why are you registering for the league only now?" The staff member glanced at her strangely, but still reached out to take the materials. He tapped the instrument on the side with his hand, indicating Tao Ying to scan the chip to confirm her identity.

The registration office's system is connected to the StarNet University core database and can directly read students' school information.

"Please enter your student card PIN or approach the chip scanner."

Tao Ying took a step forward and turned around. The machine flashed a blue light and scanned the ID chip on the back of her neck.

"Ding—school I attend, Lemen University."

The staff member was stunned for a moment, half raised his head, and carefully looked at the student in front of him with his peripheral vision.

The top university in StarCraft?

A sneer came from the side.

"Leimen University? Aren't they full of nerds? Why are they participating in this competition?"

"You forgot, Leimen University Jite College."

"Oh—I remember now. The one who lost so badly in the first audition last year?"

"They're still going to participate this year. They're really determined."

There was a hint of mockery in their tone as they looked at a certain nerd from Lemen University with disdain.

But Tao Ying heard it clearly.

Looks like a student of the Alzeta Military Academy... well, a third-level military academy, average level.

Tao Ying was just getting bored of waiting, so she held up her chin, crossed her legs, and after her eyes wandered over the student from the Alzeta Military Academy, she pretended to be helpless and sighed with regret.

He didn't say anything, but he had already evaluated several people from top to bottom.

"No, what does she mean? What does sighing mean?"

The Alzeta student, who was obviously the type who liked to judge others but didn't like to be judged, fell for it immediately.

He wiped his sleeves and was about to come over to clash with Tao Ying. His companions took each side of him and pulled him aside to stop the fight.

"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, it's not easy."

"Why are you arguing with a rookie?"

"If anyone tells others, they'll think we at the Alzeta Military Academy are bullies."

The man seemed to be persuaded, snorted coldly, and turned back to handle his business.

The staff on Tao Ying's side have almost finished checking the materials.

The staff member looked at the last piece of material with droopy eyelids.

Age and identity verification is OK, psychological assessment is OK, and physical fitness assessment is of course OK too... huh?!

Not OK!

The staff member held up the long, accordion-folded physical fitness assessment report. It was so long that she couldn't even fully unfold it when she stood up, so she had to spread it out on the table.

"Physical Fitness Assessment Report·Ultimate Memorial Form ver." was spread out across the entire table.

A conservative estimate is about two meters away.

No, are you sure this is physical fitness assessment data, not the history of the founding of the empire?

What physical fitness needs to be assessed in such a long list?

The staff was completely devastated.

Tao Ying kindly reminded him, "You missed one, there's another stack underneath. Thank you for your hard work."

The staff member could only put on a fake professional smile when he said, "It's not hard, it's just a hard life."

Even the idle staff at the nearby window came over to watch the fun.

He held an enamel cup in his hand: "What is this?"

The staff member was dejected: "Physical fitness assessment report."

"Oh, it's the team's overall report, right? It's normal for a longer report if several students aren't in good health. You're still too young and haven't seen the world, so there's nothing surprising about this."

The staff member's hands trembled: "No, it's a report from one person."

"ah?"

"It's not a team's, it's an individual's physical fitness assessment data."

"ah??"

Now both staffs were cracked.

They really have never seen this world before.

Ten minutes later, they finished checking the report diligently and felt a little out of their bodies.

One of them couldn't help but pick it up and look at it carefully. He looked at the photo, walked around Tao Ying three times, and then patted the "memorial".

"Is this a physical fitness assessment? Is this a medical record?" The kind that can be admitted to the intensive care unit.

Tao Ying readily joked, "Actually, it's my autopsy report. See the bruises on my arms? They're livor mortis."

The enamel cup in the staff member's hand shook.

What, is this a hell of a joke.

But looking at the student's pale face, the collar he tucked in from time to time, and the way he coughed from time to time, it seemed that he was not joking.

His grandmother's complexion might have been better than this student's when half of her body was buried.

Can you laugh at this time?

Will you be accused of discriminating against people with disabilities later?

He doesn't want to be on the social news page of Star Network's headlines!

Glancing at the team name on the materials, the staff member hesitated and said, "Well, that does... fit your team's tone."

Tao Ying smiled rather nonsensically: "Really? I also think the Space Ghost Girls Team is quite appropriate."

The staff member was sweating profusely as he continued to flip through the materials one by one.

Putting aside Captain Bai Ying, the physical fitness assessments of her two teammates were quite normal - oh, this student named Nan Gua, his psychological assessment was hovering around the passing line.

This team is extremely risky.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Wait a moment, I'll call my superior."

As they talked, the two of them took their cups of water and went backstage to discuss countermeasures.

A loud roar from the association's superior came over the phone.

"What? Her medical records are longer than my grandma's life? Constitution F? No, she can't participate in the competition. Even if she signed the participation waiver agreement, they are college students. You know, precious college students. If anything goes wrong during the competition, we will be responsible."

"The college league is supposed to be a place for students to gain experience. Why would they risk their lives? She'd dare, but I wouldn't! The registration fee they paid isn't even enough to cover their medical expenses and mecha wear and tear. And do you know how inadequate our medical team is?"

"No, you guys find a way to reject it for me."

After a round of scolding, the two staff members came back.

They quickly pointed out that Tao Ying's materials lacked a certificate from the University of Leimen, so she could not register.

Tao Ying dragged a chair over, held her chin with both hands, and smiled brightly.

"There's more to it than just participating in the school competition. It would also be possible if there were a mecha sponsor to endorse it."

Tao Ying seemed to have been prepared as she took out the rules of the competition and pushed them across the table.

Article 67 reads in large letters: As long as the age meets the university standards and there is a recommendation from a mecha sponsor, you may participate.

The key point is that the mecha sponsor recommends it and there is no need to register through the school.

To be honest, few people read these clauses which have thousands of items in them. How could freshmen who are participating in the competition for the first year know this?

The staff member began to wipe the cold sweat off his face when he was suddenly startled by a sound from the next window.

The student from the Alzeta Military Academy slammed his hands on the table.

“Why can’t our sponsors do this?”

"You're not a mecha sponsor... If it were a professional league, it would be a different story. After all, the college league has a certain public welfare nature. Not everyone can be a sponsor. It must be a mecha sponsor."

What’s more, who can watch the game seriously when the mecha is printed with spicy strips?

Why would this group of students look for a sponsor for spicy snacks!

But the staff still patiently found a reason:

"Mecha competitions are not only a test of pilots' abilities, but also a test of the teams behind them. Without a sponsor to back a mecha, even if you can pass the preliminary rounds, it will be difficult to achieve results in the semifinals and finals."

"If you're really good enough, you'll be recruited to a professional team. Listen to me, come back next year. You're still young, you still have a chance."

The student who had just been so imposing suddenly became weak and made a final struggle.

"We've been working on this for a long time. I can pay more. Is it really not okay for the spicy snack manufacturer to sponsor us?"

"no."

The staff member in front of Tao Ying sighed lightly and pointed at the crying students over there with a pen.

He said to Tao Ying, "Student Bai Ying, look, this is the situation. I'm not trying to stop you on purpose. Sponsors can't just be random cats and dogs on the street. At the very least, they have to be reputable mecha technology companies."

"Oh, then it must be at least in the top 100 of the annual interstellar mecha business rankings."

"Of course." The staff nodded.

Ranking in the top 100 is quite impressive.

But no reputable mecha dealer would recommend a small, nameless team. They all have their own valuable teams that participate in professional leagues to advertise their own mechas.

This team's configuration is lame in every aspect. Wanting to find a mecha sponsor? Impossible.

The staff kindly advised: "Come back next year, students."

"I feel relieved when you say that."

Tao Ying raised her hand and pushed out a document, and smiled calmly in the face of the shocked expressions of the staff.

"Since I can make it to the top 100, then I guess my sponsors should be considered well-known."

"Here, Haitai Technology."

"One of the four major mecha merchants in the interstellar space."

·

Three days ago, the president of Haitai Technology received an email.

At that time, the "Spark" server was attacked in large numbers, and Irina's StarNet account was also flooded with online trolls, and the game was almost forced to shut down.

The "Fire" project encountered serious funding problems.

At this time, a mysterious person named S suddenly appeared. She contacted Irina privately, invested billions of star coins, forcibly saved the project, and helped continue the operation of "Spark".

The only requirement S put forward was that Irina needed to sponsor an ordinary college student team to participate in the mecha league in the name of Haitai Technology.

Irina initially thought the origin of the "S" was strange. In addition, during those days, Irina's mental state was unstable because of the death video of a deceased friend. She was on the Star Network hot search several times and her mood was not very stable.

So she was going to refuse.

But S, just called S.

This is Tao Ying’s usual ID.

What's more, this team comes from the University of Leimen, which is Irina's alma mater.

Irina accepted the cooperation request for some unknown reason.

She looked at the red wine fragments all over the floor and the smart housekeeper who was struggling to clean up, and burped decadently.

Tao Ying's video was still playing on the screen, and Irina waved to turn it off.

Anyway, things have already happened.

First she went to Leimen University to take a look at the team she was going to sponsor, just to change her mood.

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Leimen University, College of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, Tactical Simulation Area.

The last dormitory building collapse also affected the teaching area. During the repair, the layout was replanned and the entire space looked brand new.

So does the bulletin board.

Because I was worried that it would be pulled up by a classmate again, I deliberately placed it outside the battle area.

As class time approached, everyone was stretching their bodies and preparing for today's mecha class. At this moment, an unexpected guest arrived at the school gate.

A small, bright red private shuttle in the shape of a retro car roared to a stop at the school gate.

The car door opened.

The black riding boots hit the ground, making a crisp kicking sound.

A curly-haired woman wearing sunglasses got out of the driver's seat.

Her coat was slightly open, revealing a white silk shirt and a pearl-studded belt around her waist.

The long platinum hair shone in the sunlight, making people feel dazed.

The woman put one hand on the car door armrest, the wind blew her hair, she raised her fingertips elegantly, smoothed her hair, and pressed the loose hair around her ears under her sunglasses.

Very beautiful and cool.

And you can tell he's rich at first glance.

Irina pushed up her sunglasses slightly and looked at the mottled college sign with curiosity.

"Oh, this is the Lai Da Ji Te Academy. It's just as the rumors say... uh."

The two characters "Jite" in "Jite College" each lost a radical, becoming "Muniu College".

"So stingy? They didn't even approve the funds for fixing the house number plate."

Irina muttered a few words, frowned, and walked into the school gate to ask for directions. Amidst the astonishment of passers-by, she arrived at the tactical simulation area.

"Whose family connection is this?" "It's not my sister." "It's not my aunt."

"Wait, is she coming towards me?"

"It's coming towards me!"

Irina stepped on everyone's hearts with her long boots and went straight to the tactical simulation area. She simply sat in the first row of the audience, causing a commotion.

After excluding their teammates, the students felt that the only possible option was the teacher’s connections.

"Teacher Ji! Is this someone you know?"

Ji Yi naturally saw Irina as well, so she walked over and naturally extended her hand.

"Ji Yi, nice to meet you."

The woman took off her sunglasses with one hand and extended her hand back to shake it. "Irina, nice to meet you."

Neither of them knew each other, but with years of experience in the imperial network, they quickly recognized each other's identities.

Ji Yi curled his lips and asked tentatively: "Why would the president of Haitai Technology come to such a shabby academy?"

Irina retorted, "I'd also like to ask Marshal Ji Yi of the Federation why he chose to retire on Chester. The students here are probably much harder to teach than my subordinates, right?"

They looked at each other and their words were quite sharp.

Irina was just an ordinary person after all, and was quickly defeated by the majesty of Ji Yi, the marshal who had fought in the Zerg field for many years.

Irina then turned around and asked indirectly, "Adjutant Bai, I remember you were from Tarkaan, which is quite far from the First Galaxy. Did you follow Marshal Ji to the First Galaxy to retire after your retirement?"

Adjutant Bai adjusted his glasses seriously.

"This is personal privacy and cannot be disclosed."

"oh?"

Ji Yi shrugged and explained, "It can't be helped. He's probably been on the front lines for so long that he's used to following my orders. He feels uncomfortable if I don't scold him a few times a day. I had already bought the ticket back to Takaan, but when I went to see him off before leaving, he started crying and wouldn't let me go. You know, I dote on my subordinates, so I had no choice but to bring him along."

Adjutant Bai: "Marshal, I picked on you that day because you stole the ticket, and you didn't cry. Please don't make it seem like I have other intentions towards you. Our relationship is purely superior-subordinate. Thank you."

"Then I'll buy the ticket now and you can leave?"

“…” Assistant Instructor Bai turned his head and pretended not to hear.

Ji Yi continued to ask Irina: "We have answered your questions, so what are you doing here?"

“Look at the alumni.”

"Oh..." Ji Yi stretched out his tone, "Then you should go to the main campus of Leimen University. Turn left when you get out of the door. It's a ten-minute walk. You're welcome."

"Adjutant Bai, please show the guest out."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell the truth."

Irina raised her hands in surrender under the Marshal's attack.

"Actually, Haitai Technology sponsored a team from Jite College to participate in the University Mecha League."

"I came here today... to see their strength."

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The author has something to say: I fell asleep in the middle of writing last night, so the update will be a little late [covering my face with laughter and tears]