Ying Chenghe put down the cardboard and looked down at the message on the computer: "They and the teachers are still in the valley."
Jin Ke looked around: "Is there any S-level person in the school? Just now, there was an S-level perception overflow nearby."
Command perception is sharp and powerful. If both parties are willing, they can even control the thoughts of mecha soldiers through perception.
Yesterday, all the S-level students in the grade went out for training with the S-level teachers. Jin Ke and Ying Chenghe returned to school early. Logically, they were still outside the school and should not have sensed the S-level inside the school.
"You forgot that Senior Shentu is still on campus." Ying Chenghe said nonchalantly, "It's normal to have unstable perception after just coming back from the game."
"...Yeah." The moment just now was too fast, Jin Ke even doubted whether she had caught the S-level perception, "Maybe Senior Shentu passed by."
Wei San, who had just finished the first game, squeezed over and pulled the paper shell from Ying Chenghe's hand: "You guys are quite free."
"We rushed back early to support you." Jin Ke said with a smile, "Please treat us to dinner later."
"No money, impossible." Wei San flatly refused, "It's obviously you who made an excuse to come back and slack off."
Jin Ke turned off the speaker and immediately stood aside with Wei San: "Then let Chenghe treat us to dinner."
"I have no money in my card." Ying Chenghe stood expressionlessly on the other side of Wei San, then looked at Jin Ke, "Why don't you treat us to a meal?"
"Vote." Wei San pointed at himself and Ying Chenghe, "2 to 1, Jin Ke pays."
Jin Ke: "... Chenghe, you have changed."
Ying Chenghe smiled slightly, and he seemed to begin to understand why Jin Ke said that the more he spent, the happier he was. It is indeed very pleasant to see someone who has to spend money with a heartache on his face.
Wei San still has a game, but it looks like it will take some time. She got the number for the next game and went to the cafeteria with them first.
Jin Ke followed behind Wei San and watched her order the dishes with a distressed look on her face: "So much, can you finish it?" It's all money.
"I'm still growing." Wei San said seriously.
Jin Ke was about to say that they were almost adults, but after taking a closer look at Wei San, she was shocked: "Have you grown taller?" The semester hadn't even ended yet. Wei
San stretched out his hand to measure their heights, and she reached Jin Ke's chin: "When I'm an adult, I should be taller than you."
Jin Ke silently ordered another dish: "No, I'm growing up too."
Commander Jin was thinking in his mind whether he should get a shot of genetic enhancement agent.
Ying Chenghe, who was standing at the back, had his eyes on Wei San. It had to be said that she had all the typical characteristics of an excellent mecha soldier: tall, now 1.7 meters tall, with a large appetite and a high nutritional requirement. She had a high degree of compatibility with the control of mechas.
Such a person had a great interest in mecha masters, and sometimes even asked questions that he had never thought about.
"Short but smart." Wei San said to Jin Ke while holding a plate, "You are a commander, so it's better for you to be shorter."
"Nonsense." Jin Ke immediately retorted, "Ying Xingjue is tall."
"Have you met him?"
"Not really, I went to the Imperial Military Academy forum and saw someone posting gossip about the Imperial Capital's double stars."
"What double stars?" "
3S commander Ying Xingjue and 3S mecha soldier Ji Chuyu, the two most powerful freshmen in the Empire." Jin Ke put down the plate and sat down, lowered his head and flipped out a photo on the computer, "This is Ji Chuyu."
The photo should have been a candid shot. The man in it has handsome features, a slender figure, and dazzling blond hair. He stands on the training ground, wiping the sweat from his chin with one hand, and his eyes scanning the camera are sharp.
"You look pretty good." Wei San put a piece of meat on the plate and glanced at the photo.
Jin Ke pouted and said bitterly, "I think it's a bit pretentious."
"There's another one."
"I don't have a photo of Ying Xingjue in my hand." Jin Ke pointed to Ying Chenghe next to him, "Ying Xingjue is his cousin."
Wei San raised his eyebrows, exchanged a look with Jin Ke, and then both of them stared at Ying Chenghe.
Ying Chenghe, who was distracted thinking about other things, looked up and saw two pairs of gossipy eyes: "...What are you doing?"
"Do you have a picture of your cousin?" Jin Ke lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "We want to see what Ying Xingjue looks like."
It is said that Ying Xing never appears in public very often, so there are no pictures of him even within the Imperial Military Academy. The information is compiled by word of mouth.
When the Hephaestus Competition begins, the main members of the five major military academies will appear in front of the media. There is nothing to hide. Ying Chenghe flipped through his photo album: "We don't know each other very well, and there are no photos of him in the past two years. There is only a family photo from the past."
Wei San looked up and was stunned. The person in the photo was the raven-haired boy from back then.
Empire double star, blond hair...
"Jin Ke, let me see the photo of Ji Chuyu just now."
"Why are you looking at him again?" Jin Ke said, opening it for her to see.
Wei San carefully looked at Ji Chuyu's photo, and it turned out to be another blond boy. She didn't think of it just now, so she picked out the food with chopsticks: "I also think he is a bit pretentious." "
As expected of my friend, he has a good sense!" Jin Ke happily put away Ji Chuyu's photo.
These two people are really...
Ying Chenghe didn't know whether to say they were jealous or stupid.
"Your cousin's hair is better maintained than yours." Wei San looked at Ying Chenghe and said sincerely, "I wanted to tell you a long time ago to take good care of your hair."
Jin Ke reached out and touched Ying Chenghe's hair: "It looks like dry grass, it will definitely work if you burn it."
Ying Chenghe slapped his hand away: "Who would remember about hair when they are busy, Wei San, your hair is not much better!"
Wei San: "...I am poor."
"Maybe when you go to the competition, you can ask Ying Xingjue for the secret of hair care?" Jin Ke suddenly had an idea.
"From childhood to adulthood, I have never spoken to him." Ying Chenghe looked complicated.
Ying Xingjue is the only son of the main family, while Ying Chenghe was born in a branch family. The two are one month apart in age. If he was not also 3S level, I am afraid that the two would not even have met. There
is no difference between the inside of the aristocratic family and the small society.
"Then wait until we win a game, and when the media interviews the champion's feelings, you can ask him the secret of hair care." Wei San suggested.
Jin Ke raised her thumbs up: "This trick not only asks for the secret but also humiliates the Empire. It's great! Really great!"
Ying Chenghe: "...Let's win first."
The three chatted and finished their meal. Wei San rushed to play the second game. It was not too difficult and she easily got a place on the school team. In addition, she signed up for the shooter selection on the spot. As long as she got a seat next Monday, she would get 30 credits.
Wei San went to the black factory again on the weekend and did not run into Qi Anxi. He seemed not to have been there during this period of time.
L3 can earn 500,000 star coins for a game, which is enough for a normal person to live comfortably for a while, but if it is used to build a mecha, it is like a small stone thrown into the sea, which will not cause any ripples.
Wei San can currently play seven games a day, three in the morning, four in the afternoon, and use the night to repair the mecha.
"Bet on Massacre Day!"
When Wei San came up on Sunday, the entire underground third floor was filled with a strange sense of excitement. The casino put up various banners with "Masacre Day" written all over them, asking people to place bets.
She found someone to ask what this meant.
"New L3? On Massacre Day, all the major random pools will gather together. On this day, everyone who is still online on the third floor will have to compete," the other party pointed to the popular players on the screen, "and these people will be against novices, it will be a one-sided massacre and harvest."
Wei San: "..." No wonder so many people left yesterday.
[Death vs. Bow to Life, the game time is 9 pm.]
Wei San was still wondering if there were any changes to the star coins and points for today's game, and the largest screen in the lobby displayed her ID.
The passerby who had just finished explaining looked at the head portrait on the screen that was bowing to life, then turned to look at Wei San with a sympathetic look: "Are you bowing to life? If possible, it's best to admit defeat as soon as you get on the field."
Wei San remembered the match between the God of Death and the monkey that she had seen before, and couldn't help but frown. She didn't like this kind of people, and it was troublesome to fight with them.
After the light screen flashed, a group of people immediately surrounded the gambling table to place bets, and even the passerby ran over and shouted: "Two million star coins bet on the God of Death!"
Wei San: "..."
After watching for a while, Wei San also walked over and took out the 3.5 million star coins he had just earned yesterday, and bet them all on himself.
"It's better to bet on the God of Death, and you can get some money back for treatment." The passerby advised.
Wei San has never been afraid of anyone. She signaled the dealer to take her money and said, "Just bet on life."
The sudden massacre day disrupted Wei San's plan. At present, everyone on the third floor has a match. She has to wait until the evening, so she went back to her room, turned on the computer, and used the points to redeem the recent game video of the Grim Reaper.
The Grim Reaper's killing style remained the same, but Wei San still saw something. This person's strength is far more than that. He can easily kill the players in the random pool before. The
"strength division" in the random pool is based on points. The Grim Reaper has won so many games, and he should have entered the points ranking list long ago, but he didn't. He has been spending points to keep himself near that range.
This person probably came to the competition not for money or practical experience, but purely to kill and beat people.
No wonder there are so many perverts on this floor. Wei San looked at the Death in the video. In comparison, her dismantling of the mecha was not a pervert, at most a bit obscene.
Outside the black factory.
"I wonder if there will be any new faces on the massacre day this year."
"After all, the Death is still the most interesting and exciting!"
"Who did you bet on? I bet on the Death."
...
Similar discussions continued to be heard from the audience queuing to buy tickets, and two of them were also talking about betting.
"Finally I got the ticket for the Death God match. I'm going to bet all my pocket money for this year on the Death God. Do you want to bet on him with me?" "Let's do
it together. Who will be playing against the Death God tonight?"
"What's it called?"
The boy said, "Bow to Life?"
"Yes, that's it."
The boy immediately changed his words: "I'm not betting on the Death God. I'm betting on Bow to Life to win."
"You're crazy, this guy has only been promoted to L3 for a month."
The boy insisted on betting on Bow to Life: "The Death God may not win."
He watched all the videos of Bow to Life from L0 to the current L3. Her playing style is a bit vulgar, but looking at all her games, she basically never lost. Even if the opponent is strong at the beginning, she will turn the tables later.
The boy has low perception and is just an ordinary person. He can't see anything. But he always felt that he was learning by giving in to life.
"It's up to you. Don't feel bad if all your money goes down the drain."
"Maybe it's your money that's gone down the drain."