Ginger shreds: "..."
Did she team up with him?
When did she team up with him?
She was just thinking, if she teamed up with that scumbag Wei Chi, would the two of them die even faster?
The people at the scene were unconvinced: "You trash from the Fifth Military Academy, you think you can just team up with the young prince like that? Who do you think you are?"
"Exactly, exactly. Look at you, you're so skinny, like a sugarcane. With your looks, how can the young prince team up with you? Don't make us laugh."
"Your Highness, this is a combined competition that requires two people to have compatible mental strength and operate the mecha together in order to effectively complete the battle. The person in front of you doesn't seem to have high mental strength or good physical fitness. You should choose carefully."
"You're the trash." Wei Chi said to the First Military Academy, "You're wearing the First Military Academy's uniform, but you're not the top student of the First Military Academy. We've already eliminated the top student of the First Military Academy. What right do you have to call me trash? Doesn't your file show that I, this trash, am the top student of the second year at the Fifth Military Academy?"
"And you, and you too! What do you mean I'm as skinny as a sugarcane? I think you're as short as a pumpkin and as fat as a winter melon. What's wrong with the young prince teaming up with me? Are you jealous? Are you envious? You'd better just keep it to yourself!"
"And you, and you too, what does it matter to you whether Jiang Jiang's mental power is compatible with mine? When we team up to fight, you'll be nowhere to be found. Stop worrying about me."
"And you guys, get out of here, get out of here! Jiang Jiang isn't going to team up with you. Look at yourselves, just because you're from the first, second, third, and fourth military academies, you're all so arrogant and look down on the fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth military academies!"
Ginger shreds: "..."
I really didn't see that coming.
Fat Orange went to work as a teaching assistant, and after only a few days of teaching, he completely transformed Little Wei Chi, making him a shameless chatterbox.
Could it be that... shamelessness is contagious?
Especially the shamelessness of Fat Orange?
"Jiang Jiang, will you team up with me?" Wei Chi finished off a group of people, but they didn't leave. He had no choice but to turn around and look at Jiang Si with a fawning expression, like a little lapdog: "We've teamed up before, and we were even marshals together before, right?"
Jiang Si glanced at the other people who were eyeing her team, and compared to them, Wei Chi was her best choice. After all, the silly Wu Xin was a lot of fun, and she could make money off him.
“Yes, I’ll team up with you!” Jiang Si nodded emphatically and said firmly, “We’ve always had a tacit understanding. I don’t think much of anyone else except you.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Chi put one hand on his hip and pointed at the people surrounding them with the other: "Did you hear that? Did you hear that? Jiang Jiang said she's teaming up with me, so you'd better disperse, disperse!"
The others exchanged glances, not wanting to force the issue, and dispersed to find new people.
These amateurs from the Fifth Military Academy gathered together again.
A total of 888 people formed a large circle and started chattering.
After they finished chattering, the other 886 people started forming teams.
Half an hour later, the hatches on both sides of the huge venue opened, and countless two-person mechs were brought out. These two-person mechs were all intermediate training mechs, all white, and 5 meters tall.
At the referee's command, everyone boarded their mechs.
Once the mech hatch is closed, nobody recognizes anyone else, nobody knows who anyone is, and all mechs are the same.
Once you're in the mech and activated, it's time to fight.
Beating one down is one less to lose, eliminating one is one more to win.
Because it's a two-person mech, if the two people lack coordination, the mech becomes like a drunkard, completely out of control. It should lift its leg, but instead it waves its arm; it should wave its arm, but instead it kicks its foot.
Even worse, some players tripped and fell before they even started fighting, thus being eliminated.
The million-plus audience members present burst into laughter, feeling that the tickets were well worth the price; this wasn't a fight, it was pure entertainment.
More than an hour passed.
Amid the narrator's incessant chatter, a bizarre scene suddenly appeared on the video screen: over 400 mechs, arranged in several circles, forming a barrel-like posture as they leaned against each other.
Upon seeing this, the commentator changed his tone: "Wow, I didn't see this before. When did they get together? Are they teaming up? Shouldn't they be enemies? Their harmonious interaction is really confusing me."
Viewers in the live stream commented: "Haha, look at this style, doesn't it look like Jiang Jiang's style during the preliminary rounds?"
"Yes, yes, you can tell at a glance that this is Jiang Jiang's work. I heard that these 800-plus people are amateur mecha engineers, and they participated in the competition purely for fun."
"So, the amateurs beat the professionals, and we'll see where the professionals put their faces."
"Everyone has their own expertise. How can an amateur do what a professional does? Wake up! They're just trying to take advantage of others on purpose."
"Whether they are being clever or doing it on purpose, this is a competition, a battlefield. On the battlefield, no matter what skills they use, or how they do it intentionally or deliberately, as long as the losses are minimized and they win, that is the best."
"What the person upstairs said is true. A competition is a battlefield. On the battlefield, minimizing losses and winning is what makes it beautiful. As for what methods or techniques are used, it doesn't matter, as long as you can win."
Jiang Si and Wei Chi, two good-for-nothings, sat on either side of each other inside the mecha. They hadn't even started the mecha; each of them was holding a bowl of rice and a glass of lemonade, and they were drinking.
These 800-plus people don't seek to fight on the front lines; they just want to be dogs, to remain dogs until the end of the preliminary rounds and advance to the semi-finals. So they adopted the preliminary round format, dogs together.
As for how they recognize each other inside the same mech, it's because they have a secret code: raise the left hand of the mech and give it the middle finger.
This suggestive code made these 800-plus people feel smug and willing to gang up on whoever tried to take them down.
As for the others, they couldn't communicate or send signals, so they couldn't get along at all. They could only fight and trample each other to try to advance.
Whether it was the viewers in the live broadcast room or the audience at the scene, they couldn't help but sigh at the sight. This year's mecha competition was indeed full of fun and surprises because of the addition of the little prince, which made people see the dog of General Bo Jichen.
Because of this little princess's scoundrel, Bo Jichen's account was flooded with comments like, "Like begets like, and a rat's son knows how to dig a hole. The whole intergalactic world knows that General Bo Jichen is a scoundrel, but I never expected his daughter, the little princess, to be even worse."
"Look, look! Your Highness single-handedly turned the 280th Mech Competition, such a serious competition, into something unserious. General Bo Jichen, you bear the main responsibility!"
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