Chapter 189 Group

Photo The battle was over. The ambulances parked on both sides of the bridge got off and paramedics carried the students into them. Then they were lifted up and sent to the hospital that had been booked in advance.

Although these injuries looked terrible, it was not difficult to recover with the advanced medical level today. Even the students who were most seriously injured in the confrontation would be able to recover in a week and would not delay their studies much. It was also because of such medical conditions that such high-intensity confrontations were held between schools.

The remaining students who were not injured or only had superficial injuries supported each other and walked down the bridge. Although they were in a mess, they could not stop smiling.

"We won."

"We won, haha, we won." As they talked, several people laughed.

"I can't sleep tonight." "

I feel the same. "

"Why don't we go for a barbecue?"

"Let's go." A series of echoes rang out in the night.

So, the remaining members who were still able to move unanimously decided to go for a barbecue to celebrate this rare victory.

At the top of the building, Tilan picked up the ringing personal terminal. After the call was connected, she heard cheers and laughter from the other side, and then the voice of inviting her to have a barbecue together.

"You go first, I'll go over later." Soon after she finished speaking, she put down the personal terminal and looked up.

Under the bright moonlight, six students wearing ring-shaped goggles were quietly suspended in the air. The goggles with flowing green light were more like deliberately blocking vision than increasing vision. They were wearing clothes with transparent sleeves and black short skirts with transparent skirts like jellyfish. These skirts rose and fell like waves, slowly rotating, creating special buoyancy, allowing the six people to stay in the air easily and quietly.

There were indicator lights of electronic components on the wrists and goggles, which kept flashing, and then faint ripples spread from time to time, scanning everything below.

Obviously, the fighting habits, movements, skills, etc. of the members of both sides in the previous battle were all scanned and recorded by them, and then connected to AI for analysis. These figures who are proficient in AI and electronic warfare are students of Crystal Lattice Academy.

Unlike other academies, almost all students of Crystal Lattice Academy practice the Spirit Sequence. This sequence, which is famous for controlling electronics and machinery, originated from the Mechanical Council in the Twilight Age. It was also the only sequence that humans practiced. In today's interstellar era, it has regained its vitality and gradually replaced the status of the Magic Sequence.

When the six people were scanning and recording analysis, they noticed the girl on the top of the building looking at them.

"Who is she?"

The clear voice was transmitted to the companions around through the headphones, and then two members connected to the South District 1 resident database and began to search and compare.

"A first-year student of Edes Academy, Tilan."

"First-year student? Withering Sequence 4, quite rare."

"She seems to have seen us, what should we do?" A companion asked.

"So what if you saw it? But we have completed data collection for today, and it's time to go."

"Yes."

Then the tall woman in the lead blew a kiss to the black-haired girl below, and then floated away with her companions.

"Crystal Grid Academy..." The girl silently muttered this slightly unfamiliar name, watching the departure of several people.

Although she won this time, it seems that it will not be so easy next time. The other academies are not unprepared. After exposing their strength this time, they will definitely be targeted by the other side.

In the next period of time, we need to strengthen training, the girl silently thought in her heart, considering asking the "Hat and Dagger" club to add training items, and then popularize the "White Orchid Sword Technique".

She can't stay in the "Hat and Dagger" club to guide the training, but fortunately, with the previous five apprentices, she can let them teach on her behalf, and she can occasionally correct and answer questions.

The trump card is still not enough. If the mission entrusted to her by the academy is to challenge Saint Ingo, with the current strength of the students in the school, it is far from enough. It is so difficult to compete with the fifth-ranked Thunder Front, not to mention the Crystal Grid Academy and the Swarm of Bees Academy that are ranked in front.

After all, the number and strength of a melee sword club like "Hat and Dagger" is limited, and they have to support new forces...

After gradually taking over the work of the student union, the black-haired girl began to have some sense of ownership and paid attention to the situation and conditions in the entire academy.

Three days later, most of the students injured in the confrontation recovered, and the remaining members were able to get out of bed and move around. In order to commemorate this victory, the "Hat and Dagger" club decided to take a group photo.

"Why not take it after everyone is well?" Some girls were puzzled.

"You don't understand, the smile with scars and bandages is more interesting and more impressive." A club member answered like this.

It is also for this reason that when taking pictures, many students did not remove the band-aids on their faces and the bandages on their shoulders and arms. Some people were bare-armed and only wore a coat on their shoulders. Although they all looked scarred and white cloth, the atmosphere was indeed a kind of hearty momentum after the war.

"The front row squats first, the middle ones are ready, and the tall ones stand in the back row." The student in charge of photography gave loud instructions, and the student members in the venue gradually lined up.

Among them, Wu Lai was tall and sturdy, standing in the middle of the last row with his hands on his hips. Beside him were tall club members. Some of the other members sat on chairs in the middle row, while others half-knelt on one knee in front. The most noticeable one was the girl sitting in the middle. Surrounded by a group of sturdy members, this slender black-haired girl was too eye-catching. She was also the only student who did not wear the club uniform. She was wearing a black and blue dress that highlighted her beautiful figure, sitting in the middle.

Although she was not a member of the club, no one objected to her sitting in this position during the group photo, as if it was a matter of course.

"Very good, pay attention to your expression, three, two, one, OK!"

With a slight click prompt sound, a special group photo was slowly printed out.

Although this was not a graduation photo, for many fourth-year students in the club, this was a photo that was more worth remembering than the graduation photo.

Ordinary youth may fade away in less than three years, but those times of sweating, boiling blood, and passionate soaring will be firmly imprinted in memory and become a memorable scene many years later.

"We beat the opponent to a pulp!" I guess many people will mention such boasts from time to time when facing their juniors many years later.

"Is that true? Can you tell me again how you defeated the famous genius of Thunderbolt Academy?"

"Hahaha, of course, it all started from that distant afternoon. Colt from the Student Union brought a beautiful and lovely black-haired girl to our training venue..."

(End of this chapter)