Wu Xiang bone...was it sent by the Independence Army?
Wei San looked at the message sent by Yu Tianhe and replied to her: [Master Yu, you should be honest. We spent most of our resources to exchange for it. How could it be a gift from you?]
Xiao Youyu: [Do you think the system is so easy to make mistakes? It's such a coincidence that the Wu Xiang bone flowed to which warehouse?]
Poor and has no money to make mechas: [Master Yu, this is your fault. You want to give a meeting gift to the junior, but how can you give it secretly? Tomorrow I will tell the teacher that the Wu Xiang bone was sent by you, and I will definitely give a return gift!]
Yu Tianhe: "..."
Tell the teacher? Wouldn't it be equivalent to exposing her identity as a member of the Independence Army?
When Yu Tianhe saw the message sent by Wei San, her heart was choked. She clearly wanted to get away with it and pretended to be stupid.
Xiao Youyu: [No need to return the gift, as long as you join us, there will be more good materials.]
Wei San: [Master Yu, I still have to watch Ying Xingjue, I will leave first.]
She did not answer directly. Although Ying Xingjue thought that they could join in and see the situation, Wei San did not want to agree so easily.
After finishing the chat with Yu Tianhe, Wei San turned around and forwarded the chat history of the two to their group.
As soon as it was sent, Jin Ke and Ying Chenghe @ Wei San in the group, and the message kept vibrating.
Wei San did not see it because Ying Xingjue called her after kneading the clay.
"Wei San." Ying Xingjue walked up to her with the thing he had made in his hand and handed it to her, "Can you help me deliver this to Chenghe?"
"Immortal Turtle?" Wei San glanced at the thing he had made and raised his eyebrows.
Ying Xingjue nodded slightly. He remembered how Ying Chenghe was eliminated in the rainforest competition and that he did not save his cousin in time, so he planned to make a clay mecha and give it to Ying Chenghe.
Ying Xingjue made the Immortal Turtle based on his memory, but he was not so clear about some other details.
"Wrong." Wei San pointed at one of the arms of the clay mecha in his hand, "The protective armor here..."
Feeling that he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, Wei San stood up and walked to the small table, pulled off a piece of clay left by Ying Xingjue, and molded the correct protective armor pattern in a few strokes, and handed it to him: "Like this."
Ying Xingjue looked at the small piece in her hand, then looked down at what he had done, and finally found the difference, so he lowered his head and carefully modified the clay mecha in his hand.
He stood there, and Wei San turned her head to look at the mud on the table just now. She suddenly wanted to mold a mecha as well.
As a mecha engineer, she hadn't used real objects to construct and design mechas for a long time, and now her hands were itching.
"Do you still want this mud?" Wei San asked, pointing to the lump of clay on the table.
Ying Xingjue raised her head and met Wei San's eyes. After a moment, he slowly said, "You can take it."
It was just what she wanted. Wei San did not sit back on the sofa immediately. He scanned the room directly, walked to Zong Zheng Yue Ren, pulled a chair, and sat opposite where Ying Xingjue was sitting.
"Are you done with the modification?" Wei San just rolled up his sleeves and asked Ying Xingjue when he remembered something.
Ying Xingjue walked over, sat opposite Wei San, and placed the clay mecha in front of her: "It's modified."
"Okay." Wei San turned on the camera, took a photo of the clay mecha made by Ying Xingjue, and sent a message to Ying Chenghe: [The little clay mecha made by your cousin for you.]
Ying Chenghe: [!!!]
Ying Chenghe: [For me? ! !]
Ying Chenghe: [I'll go get it now!!! 】
As soon as the photo was sent, messages from Ying Chenghe came in like bombardments.
Wei San took a look but didn't reply. She felt that there was no point in replying. Ying Chenghe would definitely not be able to sleep today if he couldn't get the mecha made by his cousin.
She began to knead the clay. Compared to Ying Xingjue, Wei San was very good at this. It seemed that these mecha structures had always existed in her mind and could be copied at will.
Ying Xingjue sat opposite and watched quietly, while the other soldiers next to him looked a little weird.
You know, they came here to guard Ying Xingjue today, and everyone actually had more or less pressure in their hearts, and they were all guessing how things would develop in the future. The game was just halfway through, and they had to guard the strongest commander of the main team.
As a result, one of the soldiers on guard started playing with mud face to face with the person being guarded?
"Why do you want to be a mecha soldier?"
Ying Xingjue looked up and asked, looking at the lifelike mechas appearing in Wei San's hands one after another.
One, two...
Wei San counted the clay mechas on the table in his mind. There were still a few pieces of clay, and he could make a few more mechas.
At this time, hearing Ying Xingjue's words, she pulled off a ball of clay and said casually: "Didn't I say that? I applied for the wrong major that year, but it only costs one thousand star coins to apply for a reserve soldier at 3212 stars, and there are subsidies for injuries. It is more affordable, so I have always applied for a soldier."
Everyone in the room: "..."
Is that why he came to steal their jobs?
"How many star coins do you need to apply for a reserve mecha division?" Zong Zheng Yueren suddenly asked.
Wei San turned around, leaning his hands on the chair, and looked at Zong Zheng Yue Ren: "Five thousand star coins per semester."
Zong Zheng Yue Ren found it difficult to describe the feeling in his heart. Wei San couldn't even afford the tuition of five thousand star coins, so he turned to the reserve individual major of one thousand star coins.
He usually spend more than that on a meal.
But Wei San took a course of one thousand star coins per semester, and now her individual strength is not worse than anyone else. She can even build and design mechas.
"Mine looks better than yours." Wei San placed the immortal turtle clay he made next to the mecha that Ying Xingjue had just made, and was quite proud of it.
This is the art of the mecha master.
Ying Xingjue looked at the same mechas made by the two and placed side by side, and nodded: "Well, yours looks better."
Wei San lowered his head and continued to make the mecha. After a while, a burst of noise suddenly came from the window.
Xi Wutong frowned and walked to the window, opened it and looked down. He was silent for a while, and said to Wei San in the room: "...You, the main force of the Damocles Military Academy, are down there." "You
're here so soon?" Wei San walked to the window, leaned out and waved to the people below.
"Give me the mud mecha made by my cousin!" Ying Chenghe shouted from below, and beside him were Huo Xuanshan, Jin Ke and others.
A patrol team stopped them with serious expressions. It was unknown what they were negotiating. Ying Chenghe was dragged out by two people, each holding one arm. Jin Ke, Liao Runing, and Huo Xuanshan all followed him away.
After a while, Jin Ke called.
"Can you drop the mud mecha? He must get it today." Jin Ke aimed the camera at Ying Chenghe who was still struggling desperately. "The people outside won't let us in. Ying Chenghe tried to climb the wall just now and was caught."
Wei San: "...Climbing the wall at this time?"
In the past, he could climb it casually, but these few days, the entire training ground was obviously under strict security. It would be strange if he was not caught.
"Okay, wait."
Wei San glued the last head to the mecha, took off his coat, and wrapped it casually: "You let Xuanshan come over and take it."
After a while, Huo Xuanshan stood downstairs again and caught the package thrown down by Wei San.
"One for each of you. Ying Chenghe was made by his cousin, and the others were made by me."
Huo Xuanshan gestured to show that he understood.
Wei □□ came back and sat down to continue her project.
Obviously, Ying Xingjue started at the beginning, but now she is the one who is interested in making clay here.
The main force of Damocles Military Academy has finished making all the others except Wuchang. Wei San raised his head and glanced at everyone in the room, and finally decided to give each person one.
Start with Ying Xingjue's mecha.
Wei San lowered his head and quickly molded out Huang Jinkai's mecha. She was familiar with this one as she had entered Ying Xingjue's mecha cabin.
"This is for you." After Wei San finished molding it, he pushed it in front of Ying Xingjue.
"Thank you." Ying Xingjue was stunned, then reached out and picked up the small clay model of the mecha in front of him, lowering his eyes to look at it. It
was obviously made of clay, but there were smooth lines everywhere, and it was exquisite without losing the awe of the mecha.
Even... the mecha cabin could be opened.
Wei San made four more clay mechas, but the mechas at the back were only exteriors, without mecha cabins that could be opened.
"Do you want them?" Wei San picked up the finished clay mechas and threw them from Ji Chuyu next to him to Zong Zheng Yueren, who was the farthest away. Everyone received their own mecha model.
The four people looked down at the clay mechas in their hands, feeling a bit strange.
They had never looked at their mechas from this angle before, and they looked... weirdly cute.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk——"
There was a knock on the door.
Kunli Eli walked over to open the door.
It was the Ninth Military Region team responsible for patrolling the entire building.
"Did she just give something to the people downstairs without permission?" The other party pointed at Wei San and asked the other soldiers in the room.
"Sir, I didn't see it." Kunli Eli clenched his fingers and said with his back to his back.
Hearing what Kunli Eli said, the other party asked the other three soldiers again: "Really?"
"Yes." Ji Chuyu was the second to speak.
Wei San turned his back to the door and raised an eyebrow at Ji Chuyu. She didn't expect that he would speak for her.
"...I don't want to see anyone neglecting their duties, otherwise the task of guarding Ying Xingjue should be handed over to us." The officer of the Ninth District said this before closing the door.
After everyone left, Wei San blew a whistle and said thank you to the people in the room.
"Let's confirm the time for the night watch." Zong Zheng Yueren directly brought the topic back.
After several people assigned the night watch time, they turned off the lights and rested. Only two people on night watch were still awake.
Wei San was on guard for the second half of the night. This time, she did not lie on the sofa, but lay directly on the floor beside the bed with her eyes closed to rest.
She did not fall into a complete sleep. As long as there was any movement, she could immediately get up and stand by the bed.
...
The night was getting deeper and deeper.
In the darkness, Ying Xingjue slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wei San who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the floor. He actually didn't know what happened during the time he was missing.
When he woke up, he found himself in a pool of blood, with broken arms and limbs scattered around, and he held a dagger, stabbing it into the chest of Damocles, the cadet. At
that moment, even he was shaking, wondering if he had really lost control.
Until Wei San came over.
He was not conscious at that time, and he did not become alert when Wei San approached him.
For some reason, at the moment when he was knocked unconscious by Wei San, Ying Xingjue thought in his heart that it was fortunate that the person who came was her.
Ying Xingjue leaned his face against the pillow and closed his eyes gently. Under the thin quilt, one hand loosely grasped the clay mecha model.
Before he fell asleep, he had only a vague idea.
...The clay mecha model can be better preserved by heating it for a while.