The whole federation was live, or live on the official website of the first district of the Imperial Capital Star. The number of people online reached an extremely spectacular number, which once overwhelmed the official website. After two minutes, the official website backstage was repaired.

Xiang Minghua saw at a glance that Wei San had his hands inserted into his sleeves, like an old lady or old man chatting at the entrance of the village, with his legs spread apart, and he was about to start shaking his legs.

He immediately leaned over, blocked the camera in front, and stared at Wei San: "Take your hands out of my hands, put them down, and stop shaking your legs!"

Wei San was reluctant: "...Oh."

The staff over there were already shouting at Xiang Minghua to get out of the way. He raised his hands, raised his index and middle fingers, pointed at his eyes, and nodded to Wei San, indicating that he was always paying attention to her.

Wei San took out her hand and put it at her side. She stood up straight with her legs, looking very straight, but her eyes were obviously looking at the camera facing the Damocles team.

The first reaction of the audience who visited the official website was: [She is looking at me.]

That's not all. Wei San actually stared at the camera and laughed.

[Wuwuwuwu, here it comes again. I just want to be a fan, but Wei San always wants to seduce me to be a fan of looks.]

[Don't laugh, you are making me lose my soul.]

"Ahem——"

The sound test was going on on the stage. Several staff members were talking to the main commentator. Finally, Ying Yuerong stood in the middle.

There was no local force from Fanhanxing at this summary meeting, only the main commentators, because the local people of Fanhanxing were still investigating the independent army, so Ying Yuerong, one of the main commentators, presided over the entire summary meeting.

"We encountered a severe cold wave, which is regrettable and fortunate at the same time. It's a pity that the game ended so quickly, but fortunately most people walked out of the stadium alive, and fortunately it was us who encountered a severe cold wave, not others." Ying Yuerong held the microphone, her fingers were frozen red, but she seemed to be unaware and completely unmoved.

"During this severe cold wave, we lost a total of 34 staff members, two rescuers, and 11 military cadets." After Ying Yuerong finished holding this string of numbers, there was a silence below.

The two rescuers in charge of the Pingtongyuan aircraft went missing when the second cold wave hit. The major was lucky to have extra energy and to have encountered the fifth district, otherwise the number here would have to be increased by one more.

34 staff members were on Colonel Li Ze's aircraft. When the aircraft crashed, these staff members did not enter the mecha in time and were swept away by the vortex.

Nine of the remaining military academy students were from Pingtongyuan. All of them died or disappeared before encountering the fifth district. The remaining two were from Yingxingjue and the Imperial Military Academy. After the separation, two of the Imperial Military Academy were also swept away by the vortex and could not be found. On the contrary, the Damocles Military Academy, which was the first to have the accident, had no casualties.

"In this competition, except for the lack of response time of the Imperial Military Academy and Damocles Military Academy, Pingtong Academy had a chance to avoid losing nine students." Ying Yuerong looked at the Pingtong Academy representative who had just come up, and handed the other microphone in her hand to the person next to her, "This is the representative of Pingtong Academy, and I have something to say to everyone."

The Pingtong Academy representative took the microphone, and the first thing he did was to bow and apologize, and then said: "The death of nine military academy students is heartbreaking, and we did not lead the team well..."

Then Pingtong Academy carefully analyzed the problems they had in the extremely cold arena at that time and apologized sincerely.

Not only Pingtong Academy, but also the representatives of the organizers also came over to explain the problems that existed during the competition one by one and finally apologized.

A candle flickered between the live bullet screens.

Everyone was still immersed in heavy emotions, Ying Yuerong continued: "But in this incomplete competition, there was a military academy that not only went to the finish line to take down the flag, but also sent out a signal that they were alive. They made an indelible contribution."

Ying Yuerong felt complicated when she said this. She originally thought that the movement in the extremely cold arena was caused by Ying Xingjue and Ji Chuyu, but after asking, she found out that it was Wei San and Ying Xingjue.

"This military academy is Damocles Military Academy!" Since Ying Yuerong is the host, she will do her best. "As the only military academy that has reached the finish line and taken down the flag, they won the championship this time and got ten points."

The Damocles Military Academy cheered immediately. After many years, they won the championship for the first time in the division. Even if it was just a division, it was worth cheering.

The people from other military academies looked at them expressionlessly. Although they were reluctant to admit it, the organizer did not say to terminate the competition. It was just recognized by everyone privately. Now that Damocles came out with the military flag, even the organizer had to admit that they could win the championship.

"Next, please invite the five main players of Damocles Military Academy to come up and receive the award." Ying Yuerong looked at the five people under the stage.

Wei San fell to the back, and as he walked, he took out the broadcasting equipment from his combat bag and put it on the podium with a clang.

Five people and a broadcasting equipment were on the podium. Wei San lowered her head and fiddled with the equipment. The audience in front of the live camera didn't know what she meant, but the members of the Imperial Military Academy who had been tortured by her immediately understood what she was going to do.

Everyone in the Imperial Military Academy: "..."

After Wei San finished, he pointed the microphone at the broadcasting equipment.

At this moment, the audience watching the live broadcast across the Federation heard a broadcast.

[Congratulations to the Damocles Military Academy for successfully reaching the finish line. Repeat once...】

Wei San played it back and forth five times before unplugging the broadcasting equipment. She stood up and held the microphone: "Sorry, I believe no one can hear the broadcast in the extremely cold stadium, so we decided to play it a few more times."

The audience in front of the live camera: "..." Didn't she see the ugly faces of the other military academy students below?

"Ahem!" Xiang Minghua coughed desperately below, reminding Wei San not to be too much.

"What does Damocles Military Academy want to say to everyone about winning the championship this time?" Yu Tianhe took the microphone from Ying Yuerong and asked this customary question.

"Yes." Wei San held the microphone and held Ying Chenghe with one hand in front of all the people in the Federation, "We have always had a question for Ying Xingjue, one of the two stars of the Empire."

Ying Chenghe turned his head and was suddenly startled. He understood what Wei San was going to say and tried to take her microphone.

Wei San raised his hand, held Ying Chenghe tightly, and grabbed a small handful of his dry hair: "May I ask what is your hair care secret?"

Everyone was shocked, especially the people in the Imperial Military Academy. This Wei San was too provocative.

Wei Sansi didn't care about their reactions, and looked into Ying Xingjue's eyes: "Can you teach me some secrets?"

"Wei San, don't go too far. Without our commander, you may not be able to make it back." Situ Jia's face was extremely ugly.

"I just want to ask you some questions. If you don't want to tell me, forget it. I won't force you." Wei San sighed helplessly, as if Situ Jia was making trouble for no reason.

Ying Xingjue looked up at Wei San in the middle of the championship podium and said calmly: "You can ask me in private."

Wei San raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

[If we ask for advice in private, I'm afraid there will be a century war, right? ]

[Do you think the commander is stronger, or the mecha soldier is stronger? ]

[Of course Ying Xingjue is stronger, he is a super 3S commander. ]

[But after Wei San's Wuchang added the mushroom purple liquid, it seems to be considered a super 3S level. ]

[Friends, this is a naked provocation! ]

...

The audience in the live broadcast room discussed that Wei San and Ying Xingjue were irreconcilable from then on, and they were at loggerheads.

Xiang Minghua winked at Wei San and his men, his eyelids almost twitching. Finally, Jin Ke took the microphone from Wei San and started to say some nice words.

Ying Chenghe quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to Wei San: "Are you really asking?"

Wei San was surprised: "Didn't we agree to ask him this question when he stood on the podium and won the championship? Why are you afraid?"

"...I was just joking about the burning hair." Ying Chenghe distanced himself from it in advance.

"But I'm not joking." Wei San thought for a moment, and glanced at Ying Xingjue again, "I want to be burned."

Liao Runing bent back, turned his head slightly to Wei San and said, "Add me in."

Ying Chenghe raised his hands to cover his ears. He heard nothing, and knew nothing. After his cousin's hair was burned, he must not come to him.

On the championship podium, Huo Xuanshan on the far right looked at the Damocles Military Academy with a smile in his eyes, while Jin Ke next to him was holding the microphone and talking. Wei San in the middle stood relaxed, whispering something to Ying Chenghe, who looked down at the ground, covering his ears with his hands, as if he didn't want to listen, while Liao Runing on the far left leaned back, tilted his head to look in the direction of Wei San, and was also saying something.

This scene was frozen in the camera, and other media used it as the headline photo of Damocles Military Academy winning the championship in the extreme cold.

At the summary meeting, Damocles Military Academy once again made a name for itself in the entire federation. The old-fashioned military academy that was about to fall out of the top five military academies became more and more popular in this competition. More and more spectators were optimistic about them, and many people regretted not betting on Damocles Military Academy.

One thing is certain, in the subsequent sub-matches, more and more people will bet on Damocles Military Academy to win the championship.

...

"At the summary meeting, they didn't say when the next game will be." Wei San reacted after he came back.

"We can only go to the next track when Fanhanxing opens the port." Jin Ke touched the trophy.

"When will the next venue be drawn?" Liao Runing asked.

Huo Xuanshan stroked the medal with his fingertips: "The draw should be done the day before the port is opened."

The independent army frequently changed, and in order to reduce accidents, the organizers only drew the venue one day in advance.

"What if the cold wave retreats in half a year, won't we have to stay here for half a year?" Liao Runing didn't train for a few days and was very uncomfortable.

"At that time, the military academies might negotiate with the top leaders of Fanhanxing." Jin Ke said and walked towards Shentu Kun inside.

"Senior, this is the championship trophy." Jin Ke stuffed the trophy into Shen Tukun's hands. "We got the championship trophy we talked about before."

Shen Tukun picked up the trophy with a smile: "This is the first time I've touched a championship trophy."

Wei San came over and stuffed his medal into Shen Tukun's hands: "Stand still, I'll take a group photo."

The five people stood together. After Wei San took a photo for them, Shen Tukun called her over.

"Wait a minute." Wei San casually pulled over a Damocles Military Academy member next to him and asked her to help take a group photo.

As soon as the six people finished taking the photo, the school team members behind them squeezed over to take a group photo together. There were more and more people, but no one was impatient and they kept smiling.

"Tsk, a mean person succeeding." Xiao Yilai passed by and curled his lips, looking down on the people of Damocles Military Academy. "They are so proud of themselves after winning the championship of the division competition, and they are challenging Yingxing Jue in public."

Gao Xuelin looked at them with caution in his eyes: "This is just the beginning. Damocles Military Academy has already distanced itself from us."

All the members are 3S level, plus the mecha of Wei San, they can completely compete with Pingtong Academy and compete with the Imperial Military Academy for the championship.

It is true that things change over time

. The source of students of Damocles Military Academy is so poor, but it still has the opportunity to gather five 3S main team members.

...

After the summary meeting, the major military academies started their salted fish life again, eating, drinking and having fun every day, without training. Students who are a little more diligent will train in their rooms.

Wei San has stopped training at all. He spends every day and night in the brain interface chip and attends classes with Yu Qingfei. Sometimes he will take time to answer questions on the Rubik's Cube Forum and design S-class mechas on it.

In the upgraded section of the Rubik's Cube Forum, there are many open-source S-class mecha data left by people. After observing, Wei San guessed that opening the designed S-class mechas to the Rubik's Cube Forum is also one of the necessary means for upgrading.

Ying Chenghe continued to study their mechas and how to adjust and modify them according to the environment in the remaining arenas.

"Wei San, you haven't left your room for a few days?" Liao Runing squatted outside and knocked on the door. "Do you want to go out for a run together? I saw a lot of people running around the building."

"No." Wei San was lying on the table drawing the S-class mecha design.

"Really not going?" Liao Runing sighed, "Other military academies go in groups of three, and we Damocles only have two soldiers. If a fight breaks out, we will be at a disadvantage."

Wei San: "... Wait for me to finish drawing this in five minutes."

"Okay, hurry up!" Liao Runing stood up instantly and walked to Huo Xuanshan's side. "In five minutes, let's go out for a run together."

These few days when I was running downstairs, I always ran into Samuel's gang. Two against three, the murderous look in his eyes was not enough, and Wei San had to be taken out.

Five minutes later, Wei San finished the last stroke, rolled up the drawing paper and put it away. She opened the door and said, "Want to go?"

The three of them wore the training uniforms of the Damocles Military Academy, went downstairs, walked out of the door, and began to run around the building.

As soon as Wei San walked out of the door, she was shocked by the wind: "It's so cold, I'll go back and put on more clothes."

Huo Xuanshan grabbed her collar and said, "You won't feel cold after running for a while."

Liao Runing began to move around on the spot: "Yes, I'll feel better after running for a while. I'm not afraid of the cold anymore."

Wei San: "..." If you don't talk with your teeth chattering, she will believe it.

The three of them ran at a steady pace against the cold wind, their black military boots stepping on the five-centimeter-thick ice and snow, which just submerged the boots.

The ground in the port has a heating system, and the ice and snow that fall on the ground will be melted quickly, preventing the accumulation of snow and hindering the operation of aircraft and starships.

Wei San ran for a while and found that there were indeed mecha soldiers from various military academies running around the perimeter of the building in their training uniforms.

"What a pity, it's a severe cold wave now, otherwise we can go to the black factory here after the game." Liao Runing hasn't moved his hands and feet for a long time, and his bones are clamoring for a fight.

"Is it a foul to fight with people from your own military academy?" Wei San asked suddenly.

Huo Xuanshan and Liao Runing fell into deep thought. They had not thought of this possibility yet.

"It seems that the rules do not state that people from the same military academy will be eliminated if they fight." Huo Xuanshan said after carefully recalling the rules.

"It also does not say that they will not be eliminated." Liao Runing, Wei San and Huo Xuanshan ran side by side at a steady pace, and slowly said, "I will ask Teacher Xiang later."

Okay, he grabbed Wei San and Huo Xuanshan and had a good fight together.

They ran and chatted while Wei San suddenly looked to the side and front, and at the same time, Liao Runing and Huo Xuanshan also stopped.

A staff member of Fan Hanxing who passed by suddenly attacked a nearby student. He held a knife in his hand and cut the student's throat directly. Then he rushed to another group of students, took out a gun and fired six shots in a row.

Each bullet hit the student's head, and there was no hope of saving him.

"Fuck!" Liao Runing was the first to rush over and catch the staff member, but before he could get close, the staff member was shot dead by Yu Tianhe from a distance.

Yu Tianhe put away his gun, ran over and squatted to look at the student whose throat was cut, and finally shook his head: "There is no hope."

Another cadet who covered the student's neck refused to let go.

"He's dead." Yu Tianhe signaled the students next to him to pull the cadet away.

Such brutality, indiscriminate killing of students, Huo Xuanshan only thought of one organization: "The independent army actually sneaked in here."

Wei San stared at the student whose throat was cut, and the snow around him was stained red with blood.

After a while, Wei San rubbed his eyes, put down his hands, and said to Huo Xuanshan: "I feel a little uncomfortable, I will go back first."