Chapter 1152 You actually pretended to be Jiang Qiuqiu and posted a fake post!

The Federal Military Academy lived a peaceful life.

Qiuqiu is here and there is a strong school atmosphere.

Because of the closed management and the heavy workload every day, everyone studying here is a classmate, a close friend, and a competitor.

As the saying goes, food that is snatched away tastes better. Here, no one wants to fall behind.

For example, Cheng Yixiu, who is now Qiuqiu's companion, is full of fighting spirit. Even if she cannot beat Qiuqiu once in ten rounds, she is still very positive.

Qiuqiu sometimes feels a little confused, so she would ask her, won’t losing like this affect your mood?

Cheng Yixue spread out his hands, looking puzzled, and said: How could that be? It's very lonely to always stand on a high place and look at the scenery. I feel motivated when there is someone above me.

Qiuqiu: ...

Hmm? I don't know why, but it feels like she's showing both her perseverance and a bit of Versailles flair.

But it does make sense.

It is a great pleasure to have someone to compare yourself with.

So after Qiuqiu chose holographic war in several biweekly activities, she got tired of it and stopped playing it, and started to do some curious PK sparring matches.

However, because this project was not well-performed, few people participated in it, and not many people came from the Mecha Institute across the street.

There are only a few, and they are all freshmen.

It's not that Qiuqiu looks down on them, but the new students who just joined the company...

That's a real sandbag.

In front of Qiuqiu, he basically just got beaten.

That won't do. She didn't come here to knead dough.

She wants to be the dough! She wants to be beaten!

So, Qiuqiu posted in the Federal Military Academy group for the first time.

[Invitation from Jiang Qiuqiu, the spiritual healing expert]

Because this study group is quite formal, Qiuqiu posted here and the wording was also very formal.

——I’m Jiang Qiuqiu from Class 1 of the Department of Mental Healing. This fortnight, I participated in the Mecha Academy’s #Healer & Individual Soldier Joint PK Activity#. There are very few mecha soldiers participating in this activity. Are there any free mecha soldiers who can come to Hall 3 of the training ground to train with me?

I can offer personal training in exchange for healing food, so if you're interested, you can message me directly.

Note: Only A+ and above mecha soldiers are recruited. The higher the mental strength, the better.

That should be OK, right?

We can't cook at school, but we still have some dried meat that Qiuqiu brought. If we share it, maybe we can get a few bags? I can just find two people to train with me.

If there is someone with a high level of mental strength, you can find one.

Thinking of this, Qiuqiu found a seat in Hall 13 and sat down. There weren't many people attending this event to begin with, and the two who finally showed up fought with Qiuqiu and lost, so they fled away too embarrassed to face anyone. So she was the only one left in the huge hall.

So quiet.

After supporting her chin and being in a daze for a while, Qiuqiu logged into the group.

The terminal beeped, and someone immediately left a comment on the post.

Just the content of the message?

[Who is this person? You can't just post a fake post here just because we're searching all over the world for Jiang's participation in some event?]

[Which class or department are you from? Didn't I tell you not to post these kinds of funny posts here?]

Before she could figure out what this meant, the private message notification sound rang again. Qiuqiu clicked on it and saw that it seemed to be a message sent to her by a team leader, accompanied by a notification in the background that the "post" had been deleted.

Qiuqiu: ???

Group leader: Didn’t I tell you not to post funny messages in the group?

Group leader: Why do you use an anonymous account to post in the group?

Team leader: If you want to find someone to practice with, just go downstairs of the dormitory building and call them. If someone is free, they will come downstairs. Why post this kind of thing?

(End of this chapter)