Chapter 12 Automatic Reply You really seem like a good father...
The official voting channel for the Rising Star Competition has been opened. Ava and Lorion from Winters are indeed the best among the new students. They won countless hearts just by shooting a video of them driving mechas to fight.
Especially right after leaving the mecha cabin, the two of them bumped fists and rubbed heads affectionately, and everyone on the forum fell in love with the sweet sister-brother relationship.
"So cute! They were so at loggerheads during the fight, but they're so close once it's over!"
"The nobles are so warm and cozy with each other!"
"I feel like Lancelot is doomed to lose. No matter how much he trains that dwarf rabbit, he can't beat him, right?"
The discussion gradually shifted to the bet that had spread throughout the school. At this moment, a new piece of news suddenly appeared -
"Since we've mentioned us, welcome everyone to join the Rabbit Lure Observation Group. The granary is being updated daily. Please vote for good reviews!"
"Huh? What's this?"
Everyone paused their discussion and clicked on the link in confusion.
Yin Pei gathered the students from Class 01 of the Strategy Department and formed a fan club for Youan with the sponsorship of Lancelot, the financial backer behind the scenes.
The fan club's avatar is a chestnut dwarf rabbit with a piece of grass in its mouth. It has a round head and a round brain, and looks a little dazed, but its profile shows a dense collection of high-quality project reports.
Although the fan club does not have many members, the division of labor is clear. Those who shoot materials shoot materials, those who edit videos edit videos, they upload subject explanation videos and training clips every day, and they also vote regularly.
Few people from the Strategy Department stand out in the Rising Stars Competition, and Yuan is the academic genius of their department, so he has to support him no matter what.
As for the others, just as Lancelot expected, perhaps they came out of curiosity about the bet, and while watching, they stepped into the trap -
"Who understands? I just saw a gambling melon on the forum and came here to watch the fun, but I stared at this video of a rabbit chewing a grass juice biscuit stick on loop for ten minutes!"
"So many topics to explain! Isn't this better than the rich kid next door's daily high-quality diary?"
"Could you please organize a Q&A session with Teacher Tutu later in the group? I feel like I remember more clearly when I listen to Tutu's lectures!"
"Bunny seems to have gotten better. I saw him clear the cross-country obstacle course at the training ground today, and he did it in half the time!"
This is probably the charm of the development system. Who doesn’t look forward to the ecstasy of winning the prize after a month and a half?
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"If someone says something that makes you uncomfortable, ignore it, write it down and tell me, okay?"
Lancelot slowly spread jam on a piece of toast and placed it on the plate in front of Youan.
At breakfast time recently, the dormitory was filled with a strong, clearly divided family atmosphere.
Usually, before You Tuantuan drank half a bottle of children's nutritional milk, Lancelot could complete—
Arrange the day's schedule, check the operation of the fan club, and by the way, go to the Winters siblings' videos to post all the sarcastic comments under their real names.
All Youan had to do was accompany his brother and enjoy the sumptuous breakfast in front of them.
Although the specific reason is unknown, judging from the time and energy the other party has spent on him, this young master really hates the Winters siblings.
As Yuan chewed his toast, he thought to himself that the grievances between the nobles were so complicated. If they were willing to authorize him to write a collection of gossip, it should be published smoothly and sell well throughout Granton.
Fiona stood in the corner, quietly recording the eating habits of Youan and You Tuantuan.
They did not have the common bad habit of being picky about food among the nobles, but she did not think there was anything wrong with treating the other party like the delicate Princess and the Pea.
Anyway, compared to being responsible for Lancelot's food and daily life, the current workload is already a great relief.
The housekeeping robot reported today's temperature difference on time, and Lancelot glanced out the window.
"What strange weather! It's getting colder in the afternoon. Fiona, go get him a coat."
"yes."
Lancelot put down the teacup, took the coat from the maid, shook it, and hung it on the back of Youan's chair, telling him to remember to take it with him when he went out to class, and not to try to avoid training with excuses like having a cold.
Youan was dressed neatly, carrying a thermos filled with hot tea. As he was leaving, out of gratitude for his thoughtfulness, he suddenly said seriously, "Lance, you really look like a good father."
The room fell silent. The fox's tail, which had been swaying gracefully, stopped moving after receiving such a wonderful description for the first time.
Lancelot stared at him, smiled briefly, raised the corners of his lips and uttered the words very clearly: "Get lost."
You An said "oh" and went to class quickly.
The daily training was painful. Although Youan was happy to hear Yin Pei praise his beautiful arm lines, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.
If you don’t get first place, the prize money will be wasted.
He took a break and put the extra quantum circuit components on the trading network. After seeing the message from Mr. Ryan, he began to seriously consider the order invitation from the Hummingbird Club.
Regulars on the trading network recently noticed that Ghost, known as the super-hardworking Ghost, hadn't taken any orders in a while. Just as speculation was brewing, several quantum circuit components suddenly went on sale.
[90% conversion rate for spiritual power. See the data card for details. 6999 each, no bargaining. Regular customers receive one free treatment. No replenishment if sold out.]
The beautiful numbers are quite eye-catching, and more importantly, basically only A-level mechanics can meet this standard, but they often look down on such small component orders. Even if they take them over, the asking price will be at least tens of thousands.
For many people, this was a blessing from heaven. Many new customers were still hesitating when the inventory was cleared out.
As luck would have it, one of the quantum circuits was successfully bought by a Bigg Orc from the Combat Department. He assembled it into his own particle gun during the practical class and easily defeated the virtual beetle, making a big splash.
I heard that when he was praised by the teacher, his tail almost shook like a propeller, and he went up to his classmate Lancelot to show off crazily.
Lancelot smiled, clenched his fist, and hit him on the head several times.
"So... this is why the professor deducted points and gave you a warning?"
In a private training ground whose facilities and environment are no less than those of Kagano, the owner, Enzo Plankin, was full of disbelief at his friend's childish behavior.
"I just hit him twice lightly, thinking he would dodge, but he didn't. This shows that there is something wrong with his brain. Otherwise, how else can we explain why a dog would bray like a donkey?"
Lancelot seemed to have no regrets at all. He was playing with the mechanical components he had just bought from Bigger at a high price, and his eyes never left the training room not far away.
As far as he could see, Youan was holding two lightsabers, one long and one short, and flexibly moving among the twisting virtual vines.
Compared to the initial difficulty, he adapted quickly, and at least he didn't have to be carried back to the dormitory after training.
“It’s really good.”
Lancelot seemed to be in a daze, and turned to him as if he hadn't heard clearly: "What?"
"I mean, this quantum circuit? Didn't you just let me look at it?" Enzo weighed the component, stroking it and sensing it with his mental power. He whispered, "This engraving technique reminds me of Mr. Winters."
This textbook figure is a rare genius in the Department of Mechanical Engineering. He built Granton's first super-S-class starship, which once wiped out the Zerg's vanguard in one fell swoop and is still in use today.
Unfortunately, except for him, the Winters family is full of mediocre people. Their mechanical level is like a person who has eaten poisonous mushrooms and then plummeted like a step on empty air. The gadgets they make are not even a bit better than this mechanical component.
Perhaps because they didn't want to bring shame to their family, the Winters siblings were admitted to the combat department.
"You have good taste. This is the work of Mr. [Ghost]." Lancelot's face was immediately filled with pride.
Enzo had heard of the mechanic he often mentioned. Although he was in the combat department, he was extremely talented in mechanics, so he couldn't help but become interested. "Can I still buy it? I want to get one."
"Ah...you want it too. Well, I'm on good terms with him, so I'll ask him for you."
Lancelot dragged out an even more proud tone and skillfully entered the trading network.
Normally, [Ghost] wouldn't restock, but who was Lancelot? He was a regular customer of the company. He had bought the first component made by Ghost when he was in high school, and had recently bought a custom weapon. Based on this friendship, he wouldn't refuse his small request.
However, after he sent the message, an automatic reply popped up quickly -
[I am busy recently and cannot accept orders, please forgive me.]
There was a noticeable pause on Lancelot's face.
Enzo glanced at him quickly, not missing any opportunity to mock him: "Ha, an automatic reply to friendship."
I don’t know which idiot dares to take up Mr. Ghost’s time.
Lancelot smiled and sighed in a voice that sounded understanding: "A mechanic of his level is a very busy man. I understand."
As he spoke, he patted Enzo's shoulder, stood up from his chair, and walked towards the training room.
Enzo looked at his back and rolled his eyes in disdain.
In the dense forest with branches and leaves everywhere, Youan lay on the ground motionless.
Even when he heard the footsteps slowing down, he just shook his ears and showed no intention of getting up.
His whole body was hot after the intense exercise, so he simply pulled up the hem of his training suit, exposing half of his curved waist.
Large areas of bare skin were completely uncovered, like white jade with water droplets condensed on it after rain, rising and falling with every breath, making people dizzy.
Soon, a fluffy red fox tail loomed over it.
"Even a cub that just started kindergarten knows not to show its belly."
Lancelot bent one leg and half-knelt on the ground, with his right arm casually resting on his raised knee.
He lowered his eyelashes slightly and used his fingers to push aside the few chestnut hairs soaked with sweat on Youan's forehead. "No boxing today. I'll play lightsaber with you for a while?"
“…”
Youan stared at him without saying a word, then suddenly turned his head to the other side, stuck out his tongue and pretended to be dead.
Unfortunately, his method of avoiding training was as ineffective as the workers' demonstrations.
Lancelot was used to it. He waited patiently for a while, unscrewed a bottle of energy drink and fed it to him: "I feel like you have grown a bit taller recently."
"Really?"
"real."
"Hey……"
Youan couldn't suppress the curve of his lips, half-raised himself, and drank the sweet drink in small sips from his hand.
Recently he has been practicing fighting and melee weapons, which can mobilize muscles all over the body. Although he is tired, his physical fitness is indeed much better than before.
What’s more, there are bonuses every day, which is very cost-effective.
Youan stood up with full energy, gripping the two lightsabers tightly. However, when Lancelot called up the humanoid stake that could test the force value, he saw a screen flashing with garbled characters.
"What a piece of junk..." This kind of testing machinery was quite troublesome to handle. Lancelot frowned, rubbed his head and said, "Wait a moment, I'll find someone to come over."
You An responded obediently: "Okay."
After Lancelot's figure disappeared from the training room, he circled around the humanoid pole and neatly opened the core processing cabin on its head.
Not long after, the footsteps came and went, mixed with Enzo's dissatisfied complaints.
"How could there be garbled code? I just had someone replace the core components!"
"No problem. What do I ask you to do?"
Lancelot raised his lip in a mocking manner, "Do you think I'll ask you to jump through a ring of fire?"
“…” Enzo wanted to punch him to death.
Just as they returned to the training room, mocking and attacking each other, the conversation suddenly stopped. The dwarf rabbit orc in front of them was holding a lightsaber, slashing and stabbing.
This weapon was not custom-made, so he was not very comfortable using it.
Medium values kept appearing at the top of the human-shaped pile, gradually rising at an extremely slow pace, just like the salary increase of ordinary people.
There is a motivational feeling that life is very hard.
Seeing them coming, Youan tilted his head and asked, "Which muscle are you training?"
"Someone else's apple cheeks."
Lancelot took the lightsaber from him, weighed it, and looked at the human-shaped stake that Euan had used as firewood. "Did you fix it?"
Youan blinked and said, "I patted its head twice and it stopped blinking."
"Yeah?"
Enzo rubbed his chin and looked up and down the human-shaped pile with an inquiring look, and finally looked at Youan who was holding a lightsaber with a well-behaved look on his face.
Just when he was about to ask something, he saw Lancelot educating his buds with a cold face, just like a gardener raising flowers in a greenhouse.
"Don't knock or shoot around carelessly. Who knows if his stuff has any other quality issues? What if it explodes? It's not worth it for him to be gone, but it's not worth it for us to be killed."
ha!
Enzo was so angry that he laughed. He pressed the two men's shoulders on the left and right and pushed them out of the training room without mercy.
It makes me annoyed just looking at you, get out of here!
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