Adela passed the test as she wished, and I won't go into too much detail here. Her results were excellent, only slightly worse than Luo Xiaoli's, and she was also not as good as Luo Xiaoli in terms of compatibility.
However, this situation was within Jiang Cheng's expectations.
In terms of brain-like compatibility, Luo Xiaoli already has a natural advantage, and this cannot be used to compare her with other students, otherwise it would be unfair.
After descending the ladder, Adela felt a sense of triumph. Her steps became much lighter, and she felt much less stressed, much like a top student after receiving their exam results. There was no trace of panic on her face.
She gained more confidence and regained her arrogant demeanor, perfectly embodying the indomitable spirit of youth.
The first thing Adela did upon stepping onto the ground was to look at Luo Xiaoli, Zhao Xuerou, and Ke Bing, her gaze carrying a hint of provocation.
Zhao Xuerou noticed this gaze and quickly glared back at her.
Over here, Luo Xiaoli was talking about her experience entering the cockpit. She couldn't quite describe this miracle, so she could only offer some words of comfort to Zhao Xuerou, who was under immense pressure, telling her to relax and just act as usual once she was in the cockpit, no matter how much she practiced in simulations.
She emphasized, "You'll understand when you're assessed."
Zhao Xuerou nodded, but her mood did not lighten at all.
Seeing that both of them had passed the test, the other students were eager to try, especially the more active Zhu Yibai, who immediately asked for a third test and begged Wan Xingyan several times.
As the ladder descended, Zhu Yibai went straight to greet her, his eyes darting around at the War Maiden, his anticipation rising like the tide.
With a mix of hope and trepidation, Zhu Yibai tried to dispel his self-doubt and kept taking deep breaths.
In fact, the students from the Huaxia Special District have excellent grades in the Federation, and he is even one of the top three talents. He has the temperament of a "chuunibyou" (a person with delusions of grandeur), looking silly but actually very clever.
As the ladder rose higher and higher, he even felt a desire to reach out and gently touch the steel armor on the War Maiden's chest. The closer he got, the more real this technological beauty became.
It's so magnificent it's breathtaking.
For some reason, his current thought is ridiculous; he wants to take out his phone and record the scene of the slowly rising body that is just inches away from the War Maiden's body.
Zhu Yibai's phone already has countless photos like this saved.
He even filmed the scene where Jiang Cheng manipulated the War Maidens to submit.
A scene standing tall between heaven and earth.
A side view of the photo.
He even traveled to a very, very far place just to take a picture of half of the mecha.
Then, Zhu Yibai didn't send all these photos to his parents, but instead sent them to someone who never replied to his messages.
This person wasn't someone he had a crush on or anything like that; they were just a friend.
His friend was very young, about ten years old, in the fifth grade, and lived in the suburbs of Lanjing. Now that area has been demolished and developed into a development zone.
A long, long time ago, Zhu Yibai started hanging out with this friend. They shared the same hobbies, were both very lively, and were so close they were practically inseparable.
They share a common dream of becoming heroes.
Believe that you were not born ordinary, but that you are the protagonist of this world.
Cameras are always pointed at them, and their every word and action is reflected on a big screen, allowing millions of people to see glimpses of their lives.
Why would I think that way?
It's probably because every main character in the anime I watch is like that.
They never give up, have a carefree personality, are surrounded by a group of friends, and fearlessly run on the road to pursuing their dreams.
They never flinch at anything and don't know what fear is.
They firmly believe that they were born with a mission and possess undiscovered superpowers, capable of creating shockwaves that cause nearby trees to rustle and fall.
The fierce winds preceding the torrential rain were a test from heaven.
Unfortunately, the hero who was wielding a straight wooden stick and haphazardly hacking through the weeds on the country roads died in an accident before he could begin writing his own chapter in history.
That afternoon.
When Zhu Yibai returned from his trip to the city with his parents, he only saw his aunt crying her heart out and his uncle grieving with his face covered.
There were many neighbors gathered in the living room.
His own parents also went up to comfort him.
He was too young to know what was happening; he only felt that the vivid painting was gradually turning black and white, and he was bewildered in this silent play.
That day, my friend was frozen in fifth grade, buried in his childhood.
They will never grow up again.
After that, it seemed he had no friends left.
Slightly larger schools have several thousand students, with forty or fifty students in a class.
There are very few people like him.
Who would casually pick up a tree branch and call it a holy sword, use sword skills against distant lush trees, constantly claim to summon wind and rain, and even establish an organization to bestow official positions upon others?
Zhu Yibai was considered an outcast.
Nobody wanted to play with him.
No one else could go crazy with him like that person.
He couldn't find that "Patrick Star" anymore.
Now, Zhu Yibai has learned to rein in his "chuunibyou soul" and he can get along well with others.
"Friends, oh friends..." he repeated to himself thousands of times, "I've truly stepped into the mysterious organization, and I'm only one step away from becoming a hero. This ridiculous dream of becoming a hero is about to come true. Can you see it? These magnificent battle maidens, this technologically advanced city, these staircases that reach straight to the clouds! If only you could be with me..."
He ultimately didn't take out his phone, and smiled helplessly. Just then, the ladder stopped.
The hatch was right in front of us, and it slowly sank inward, revealing an entrance that was more than three meters high.
The sight of countless lights crisscrossing inside the pipes came into his view.
Bubbles suspended in the air.
Dozens of connecting nerve threads.
Energy delivery via controlled nuclear fusion.
The preheating button for the plasma cannon.
These things are like a dream, like an illusion.
"Third student, Zhu Yibai, requesting a mental link!"
After entering the hatch, he fell into the bubble, closed his eyes, and wholeheartedly experienced the brain-like sensation, which was the superposition of another individual's consciousness and human consciousness.
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