"Wishing you a bright future!"
"arrive!"
"It's your turn. Get ready and go up."
Zhu Yibai, the round-faced boy who was watching Ke Bing and Zhao Xuerou vomit, suddenly stood up straight when he heard Wan Xingyan's shout.
It feels like being suddenly called on by the drill instructor during military training.
He had just finished seeing Zhao Xuerou's miserable state, and his mind was still replaying the image of the cockpit that kept flipping back and forth. When he first entered the venue, it felt very high-tech.
Zhu Yibai was very excited and eager to try. He hadn't slept well the night before, having witnessed the War Maiden's submission to Jiangcheng and had a thrilling dream. He had been looking forward to today's training for a long time.
However, the training was more difficult than he had imagined.
Now he was a little scared, swallowed hard, and hesitated to go up.
Beside him, Wan Xingyan's gaze was serious and sharp, carrying an air of unyielding authority, as if if he delayed any longer, this mentor would immediately lose his temper.
He clenched his fists nervously.
If even young girls dare to do it, what reason do I have to be timid and hesitant?
He took a step forward, placed his hand on the escalator, and slowly climbed upwards, his gaze falling on the broad driver's seat.
At this moment, Wan Xingyan turned around and said to Zhao Xuerou, who was still dizzy and disoriented, "You and Ke Bing go back to the dormitory first, change your clothes and come back later. There will be a second round of training in a while."
Ke Bing sighed, looked at the weak Zhao Xuerou, and resisted the urge to strangle her. Reluctantly, he reached out an arm to support her.
"Elbow, come back to the room with me." Her tone was very impatient.
It's like a husband who's already tired of his first wife who's been through thick and thin with him.
When Zhao Xuerou was helped up, Ke Bing rolled her eyes at her.
The two of them had no desire to argue and strolled leisurely toward the dormitory area.
During this time, many people followed them out.
There were a total of seventy-nine completed cockpits. Students kept entering them, their brains were shaken to a pulp by the terrifying jolts, and they vomited everywhere.
Only now do people understand why You Lixuan, the college's chief administrator, reminded everyone at the cafeteria entrance to "eat less."
It turns out that even after eating, one would still vomit.
Jiang Cheng was a little hesitant to watch. He knew that Luo Xiaoli would also have to go through this brutal training soon, and she would emerge from the cockpit in great discomfort, possibly experiencing severe adverse reactions. Most students needed a very long time to adapt to this process, and Xiaoli would certainly be no exception.
At this moment, Luo Xiaoli, who was standing in the group, turned her head and looked into the glass observation room.
Their eyes met.
Jiang Cheng was somewhat taken aback.
Even after witnessing the horrific conditions of those ahead of her, Luo Xiaoli showed no fear; on the contrary, she remained calm.
With a calm that says, no matter what, I will accept it with equanimity.
They've known each other for years, from the children who walked on fallen telephone poles in the alleyways to Lan Jing's love story.
She never showed it before, and you never saw it either—that courage to travel thousands of miles alone, that determination when embarking on a journey alone.
Seeing the mountains raise their heads and the wind howl, I still go to your side and enter your embrace.
Even if I leave your embrace, I am like a mountain, steadfast and unwavering.
The courage of countless Tongjiang citizens, standing on the cold grass and gazing at the giant ship in the sky, burst forth without reservation, filling the entire venue.
Zhao Xuerou and Ke Bing staggered away like old men and women.
Swallowing hard, Zhu Yibai thought to himself, "What am I afraid of?"
The young tribal man, who couldn't recall the name of the person and was vomiting profusely, still wiped his mouth clean and waited for the next round of experience.
Why do so many people possess such immense courage? They are not afraid at all, surging forward like a torrent, never stopping even when cleaved by reefs.
Jiang Cheng finally understood.
He used to mistakenly believe that most mediocre people were actually not mediocre at all.
Even the quiet, unsociable students in the dormitory, or the hooligan whistling at pretty girls on the street.
They can become ashes in silence, and sparks of fire in the midst of battle.
People used to say that the new generation of young people are all about eating, drinking, sleeping, and going about their daily lives. Do they have the spirit of hard work and struggle that the older generation has?
However, the times determine people, but people cannot determine each other.
He was an ordinary commoner if he were born in harmony, but a warrior who raised his sword and sounded the horn if he were born in war.
Follow the tide, until you become the tide.
It turns out that Jiang Cheng was nothing special; behind him stood millions of people just like him.
Jiang Cheng's eyes reddened as he watched the group of young people vomiting.
Why can't we win?
Why can't we win?
Even a naive girl who was obsessed with raising fish and used to be vain and wanted to be the prettiest girl in the class is changing.
Jiang Cheng kept repeating two words in his mind.
Rebirth.
The reason for rebirth.
Fate gave him this opportunity, and the reason for it lies here.
The broadsword awaits its execution! To behead those who dared to shout and clamor.
Countless pioneers throughout history have shattered their heads, a feat that will send shivers down your spine!
They want to ignite a flame in the hearts of all young people!
Countless years of civilization, filled with intrigue and strife! A constant battle of wits and strength! Swords drawn against swords for money and fame!
In the end, their hands were clasped together.
To be a pioneer or a leader.
Jiang Cheng told himself, "It's not that important."
His current predicament is like walking on a dilapidated bridge with a deep abyss beneath his feet. He probes forward step by step, and even when he kicks a pebble, there is no echo in the abyss.
Many companions walked together.
This feels so good.
I'd be willing to die.
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"Assistant, please help me prepare. I won't be here to oversee the mecha knowledge class this afternoon."
After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the many researchers behind him made way for him, and he walked out of the observation room with a smile.
His steps became increasingly lighter.
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