The duel ended in nine minutes and twenty-eight seconds, becoming the shortest match on the first day of the Imperial Academy Recruitment Competition.
It was not the heavy mecha bombardment that produced the victory, but a new type of mecha that was very different from the mainstream.
Applause and cheers broke out in the audience, and the camera lights of the suspended live broadcast robot flashed.
Bai Li's three consecutive victories took less than two hours in total, and the battle video was still used as a reference for the military academy's freshman courses for many years. Heavy firepower bombardment is certainly the long-standing mecha combat style of the Empire, but the flexible use of terrain is also a quality that an excellent driver should possess.
The driver in the mock cabin opposite came down and took off his helmet. He still felt the pain of being stabbed through the cockpit by Bai Li's sword. His face turned a little pale, but he still raised the helmet in his hand to Bai Li.
Bai Li was very familiar with this action. He was stunned for a moment, raised his helmet and touched it with the other party.
"I served as a garrison soldier in the local army for five years," the other party stretched out five fingers, "I graduated from the military academy one year later than you. I have met you, Major General Bai."
Bai Li smiled and said, "I will fight again when I have the chance."
The other party also smiled and said, "I was beaten by you in the practical class before."
Bai Li had no impression of this. The military academy would occasionally arrange for senior students to give practical classes to junior students. Bai Li had beaten too many people in class and could not remember them all.
"Awesome," the other party raised his thumb, "same as before."
No one knew what touched Bai Li's nerves. When he walked down from the main stage, he actually felt dazed.
It was as if he was walking out of the actual combat classroom of the military academy, or the last step of the external ladder of the mecha cockpit.
Situ and other researchers in the backstage had already cheered before Bai Li walked out of the simulation room. When they saw Bai Li, they were still concerned about his legs.
The assistant wanted a massage, but Bai Li refused: "Hurry up, bring my personal terminal over."
"Don't you want to take the institute's car with us back?" Situ handed the personal terminal to Bai Li, "Hold a meeting, you can give a speech for the three consecutive wins or something."
Bai Li laughed: "If you don't play the last game, the speech is just fart. There is only cursing on the road ahead, no speech."
This is very reasonable. After all, when Bai Li started the third game, Situ and others in the backstage cursed all the way until the end.
There is no time to give a speech on the road ahead.
Two legs are used for walking, nose and mouth are used for breathing, not to mention Bai Li, one leg is not as flexible as others, let alone speech.
So the interim victory meeting that Mr. Si had imagined was summed up by Boss Bai with one sentence: "Everyone go home, eat and sleep."
The competition in the main star zone had not yet ended, but Bai Li did not intend to watch it. After giving a few instructions and asking someone to send the video and information of the opponent to be played tomorrow to his personal terminal, he hurried out.
Situ stopped him and asked Bai Li to take an assistant with him.
"I just went to the toilet and saw that other drivers with a little fame all brought assistants," Situ explained slowly when he didn't see Bai Li's anxious expression, "We have to bring assistants too, not to mention that you are the boss, and it stands to reason that you should bring two assistants to show your status."
Bai Li was too lazy to pay attention to his theory of status, so he pushed the door and walked out along the contestant channel, with his assistant jogging behind him.
Facts have proved that Mr. Si was right for once.
Although the Imperial Research Institute's mecha contest has a smaller audience, it is still a competition with considerable status in the mecha circle. When Bai Li was about to walk out of the contestant channel, he was startled by reporters from the mecha forum and several related newspapers who were squatting at the door waiting for interviews.
To be honest, Master Bai's impression of reporters is really not good. It can be said that he has a strong personal prejudice. Basically, he turns his head and wants to leave when he sees a reporter. This is mainly because he was scared by the reports of unethical reporters in the first few years.
Bai Li has recently been able to admit that he has psychological shadows. Once he admits it, he has to do self-examination and self-psychological analysis, mainly for Lu Zhao to hear.
Major General Lu, who had little emotional experience, was very much attracted by this, and seemed to have not noticed the gangster nature of Bai Li after his self-analysis and self-examination. So Young Master Bai showed his concern and "coaxed" him, and occasionally, if he played it right, he could choose the way to be coaxed.
These reporters did not raise their hands to take pictures, nor did they raise their recording devices to hit Bai Li in the face. Instead, they asked angrily, "Mr. Bai, do you have time to accept an interview?"
"No!" The assistant was very responsible and stood in front of Bai Li with a stern face, "The boss said that there is no time for comments, only swearing."
Bai Li remained calm, thinking that this assistant was good in every way, but the assistant who came out of the research institute did not have the IQ to devote to things outside of work.
Fortunately, Bai Li has established a solid personal image with his unrestrained style over the years. Several reporters have already gotten to know him a little bit, and they didn't express any opinion because of the two words "彵娘". People in the mecha forum said: "We just want Mr. Bai to talk about the research and development ideas of the white01 model. We will definitely not ask other questions."
"Is it necessary to ask other questions?" The assistant was very straightforward. "So many people are waiting for the boss to say something so that they can find loopholes in the words and nitpick. I know very well that a sentence can be twisted into eight hundred meanings."
The mecha of Bai's Research Institute has been discussed constantly since the research and development direction was announced. This is mainly because Bai Li's purpose is very obvious. The mecha will reduce the physical requirements of the driver, which in turn provides a channel for beta and omega with more fragile bodies.
This made many alphas feel dissatisfied, thinking that this behavior would make a part of the group restless and generate unnecessary thoughts. Otherwise, Gao Hai would not have cursed so much before the game.
And most of the few supporters of the white01 model are indeed B or O. They are the ones who are rejected by heavy mechas.
The assistant's straightforwardness made the reporters choke, and no one said anything for a few seconds.
Bai Li decided to give the assistant a raise.
It feels great.
"I can guarantee that we will report it truthfully," a reporter was a little embarrassed. He still knew how Bai Li was slandered in the past few years. "At least Mr. Bai said it himself, which is better than being randomly fabricated by all kinds of gossip and rumors from the outside world." Bai
Li felt that this was a little familiar. After thinking about it, Si Dong had said the same thing before.
Bai Li's lips moved, but he said nothing and continued to walk forward with his assistant.
The assistant was conscientious and brave, trying to lead the way for Bai Li.
However, there were still many people who wanted to interview him. Although they didn't mean any harm, it still gave Bai Li a headache.
What made Bai Li feel more nervous than the headache was his left leg.
At this moment, the aftereffects of the three heavy mecha bombings began to show up. His knees began to ache, and he didn't get any relief after the third round without a massage. Bai Li's temples were throbbing with the soreness.
The people from Mecha Journal were still trying to communicate with Bai Li, wanting to do an exclusive interview on the white01 model.
In fact, it's not that Bai Li didn't give them face, but he just didn't know what to say. It took him many years to be able to say a few heartfelt words to people close to him, and he really didn't have the extra words to discuss what he was doing with outsiders.
Bai Li knew that once he started talking about white01, he would inevitably involve himself. He didn't want to talk about himself.
"Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai" was still being shouted over there, and Bai Li's patience was exhausted. Just as he was about to start shouting, he heard someone calling him.
"Bai Li." Lu Zhao was wearing a military uniform, holding a personal terminal in his hand. His eyes scanned the people around him, and finally fell back on Bai Li. "I sent a text message, but you didn't reply."
The military uniform silenced the people who wanted to interview him for a moment. After taking a closer look at Lu Zhao's face, someone coughed and said, "Major General Lu."
Lu Zhao nodded lightly, put away his personal terminal, and walked straight to Bai Li.
Almost at the moment when Lu Zhao called his name, Bai Li's heart was filled with joy. He watched Lu Zhao approach, and several people surrounding him subconsciously made way for him.
Lu Zhao separated everything that was blocking Bai Li and walked towards Bai Li.
"I didn't have time to read the text message," Bai Li said with a smile, "Pick me up?"
Lu Zhao nodded: "Are you leaving?"
The eyes of the reporters around him swirled between Lu Zhao and Bai Li. Fortunately, they put their gossip back into their stomachs and spoke again before Bai Li could answer: "Mr. Bai, a few words will be enough."
Lu Zhao glanced at the person who spoke, then turned to look at Bai Li. Since Si Dong mentioned the interview last time, Lu Zhao knew that Bai Li was not very willing to accept it. He subconsciously grabbed Bai Li's hand and whispered again: "Are you leaving?"
The voice was not loud, but Bai Li knew that as long as he nodded, Lu Zhao would push through the crowd and pull him out of here.
Sometimes Bai Li felt that Lu Zhao wanted to do something for him so much that as long as Bai Li asked, he would do his best to do it.
Bai Li was filled with an invisible emotion, the throbbing pain in his temple stopped, and he let out a breath.
"We'll talk about it later," Bai Li faced the reporter calmly for the first time, and he smiled, "My wife came to pick me up today."
After he finished speaking, he felt the hand holding his tighten.
Bai Li looked at Lu Zhao, who pursed his lips slightly, and no extra expression could be seen.
There was only a pair of eyes, and there seemed to be light floating in the bottom of the eyes when looking at Bai Li.
"Let's go," Bai Li held Lu Zhao's hand and led him out, "I'm starving."
Lu Zhao only felt that the hand holding him was very hot, and the temperature spread all the way up along his hand.
The temperature burned his throat, causing his lips to open and close several times, but he didn't utter a word.
It was not until he walked out of the main stadium and sat in the suspension car parked at the door that Bai Li heard Lu Zhao call out, "Bai Li."
Bai Li closed the passenger door, and when he turned around, Lu Zhao's kiss just happened to fall on him.
Warm, and a little trembling lips.
Bai Li's heart was softened by this little trembling. He rarely felt Lu Zhao's trembling when kissing, but he vaguely knew the reason for this trembling.
Not a slightly funny "good brother", nor a serious "partner".
It's a "lover".
It was Lu Zhao who took the first step, it was Lu Zhao who was the first to break the relationship, and it was Lu Zhao who first led Yi Fang out of the haze.
But it was Bai Li who said the word "love" first.
"Crazy fan," Bai Li sat sideways in the passenger seat and looked into Lu Zhao's eyes, "You are not a crazy fan at all."
Lu Zhao also looked at him.
"Hand." Bai Li said with a smile, "I'll teach you how to be a crazy fan."
This was a bit confusing, but Lu Zhao still stretched out his hand, letting Bai Li guide him, and leaned on the car window behind Bai Li.
Lu Zhao's body was pulled sideways by this posture, and his other hand was pulled to support the back of Bai Li's seat.
He was hooked by Bai Li and put in a strong restraint posture.
The two people were too close to each other, and they could smell each other's pheromones in the narrow car.
Lu Zhao stared at Bai Li without blinking. He seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He only knew that the person he had imprisoned in a narrow range was Bai Li.
"Kiss." Bai Li said.
Before Lu Zhao could react, Bai Li's kiss came on.
It was a strong kiss, completely different from the imprisoned posture.
It was hard to tell which side was more like a fanatic.