For this league, the organizing committee invited Rong Zhiming, a rising star in recent years, to serve as the chief referee. The other two referees are also renowned: Guo Yu, the Mech King, and Su Linshan, the Mech Manufacturing Master.
All three were acquaintances of Ruan Mingchu, but upon closer inspection, they hadn't seen each other for two or three years.
Rong Zhiming's garrison area was a vast distance away from him, as was Guo Yu's, and Su Linshan often went into seclusion to study mecha, so his return was always untimely.
I never expected our reunion to be under these circumstances.
After the closing ceremony, Ruan Minh Thu and others were taken back to Satellite No. 10 by special vehicle.
After getting rid of the people who wanted to build a relationship with him, Rong Zhiming chased after them, but couldn't find the person he was looking for.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly, inwardly lamenting that he must have been seeing things.
When they returned to their dormitory with heavy steps, the eight members of the Gongzhu family were ready to continue their fight.
Unexpectedly, Nguyen Minh Thu said, "Everyone, get some rest and be in good spirits for tomorrow's battle."
Happiness comes too quickly, leaving people a little overwhelmed.
Seeing their stunned expressions, Ruan Mingchu raised an eyebrow: "If you want to do more practice, that's not impossible..."
Before she could finish speaking, he disappeared in the next second, rushing upstairs to hug his long-lost bed.
Ruan Mingchu laughed out loud.
He said to Mu Yu beside him, "You should go and rest too."
Mu Yu didn't move: "And you?"
"Me?" Ruan Mingchu laughed happily. "I'm going to rest too. Let's all go and rest."
"good."
Rest is allowed, but not for too long. In the afternoon, the captains of the school teams from each school will have to attend a meeting to draw lots, familiarize themselves with the entire league's competition process and rules, and draw lots to determine their team numbers.
The league lasts for a total of twenty days and is divided into three stages.
The first stage is individual ring battles, the second stage is team ring battles, and the third stage is real-world combat.
The arena battles have five modes: hand-to-hand combat, pheromone confrontation, mental strength confrontation, mech confrontation, and a combination of both.
If a Beta player draws the pheromone battle mode, they can only lose, so there are almost no Beta players on the school team unless a Beta player is exceptionally good.
Until the day of the competition, no one can say for sure where the actual competition will be held each year.
After explaining a series of rules, the organizing committee had everyone draw team numbers.
This year, 3,218 teams will participate, each with a number. The system will then assign matches based on these numbers.
After drawing their numbers, the team captains need to fill in the team members' numbers, which are followed by numbers from one to eleven. The order in which individuals go on stage during individual battles is also randomly assigned by the system according to their numbers. If someone is needed to fight, that number will be sent to the calling device held by the team captain.
For example, Ruan Minh Thu gave himself the number 666-1.
Pastoral Parable: 666-2
Lei Qianjun: 666-3
Ding Junji: 666-4
Ma Lie: 666-5
Wang Rong: 666-6
Shen Huanli: 666-7
Miyazaki Shin: 666-8
Song Yang: 666-9
Kong Yichun: 666-10
Kong Yixia: 666-11
After submitting the number, you'll have to wait a while longer for the staff to make nameplates according to the number and name, with the name on the front and the number on the back.
These nameplates with numbers and names serve as proof of participation in this league. Taking them home after the match is also a nice souvenir.
Once they have the nameplates and the call number device, the team leaders' tasks for the day are complete.
Ruan Mingchu carried a bag of metal nameplates and shook it, making a clear and pleasant jingling sound.
They had nameplates back then, but only their names were displayed. Last year it was the same, so I don't know why they're doing this this year.
The organizing committee is keeping them in suspense, telling them to wait until tomorrow.
Back in the dormitory, everyone except Principal Li was asleep. Ruan Mingchu quietly went upstairs with the bag in his arms.
Suddenly having free time, the word "emptiness" flashed through Ruan Mingchu's mind. However, in reality, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with.
Space pirates, Meng Shuo, cyborgs—none of them are simple characters. Luckily, the star beasts on the border are relatively well-behaved; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stay here.
Lying in bed, Ruan Mingchu thought again about the excessively frequent security checks today. The power structure on the Imperial Star was complex, and it was also his father's territory. His people were all in the military, making it difficult to find out what was hidden in the shadows of the Imperial Star.
What exactly is his father plotting?
Ruan Mingchu sighed and forced himself to fall asleep.
The next day, everyone got up early, excited and thrilled, but also a little bit apprehensive.
Ruan Mingchu was the last one to come downstairs.
Gong Zhushen warmly greeted Ruan Mingchu: "Brother Ruan, come quickly! The principal ordered a special set meal for us from the Imperial Chef, and it tastes amazing."
"They're here."
Ruan Mingchu subconsciously walked to the empty seat to Mu Yu's right. Mu Yu also pulled out a chair for him and handed him a set of tableware.
Mu Yu pointed to a plate of steamed fish on his left: "This tastes bland."
Ruan Mingchu held out his plate, and Mu Yu picked up a piece for him.
Ruan Mingchu took a bite: "Hmm, it's pretty good."
Miyazaki Shin, watching from the opposite side, felt his teeth ache.
He instantly lost his appetite, quickly shoveling rice into his mouth and covering his eyes.
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Author's Note:
I want to write a short skit about Ruan Ge taking a bath with Mu Yu after he regains his A identity, to see if he still has the nerve to say it, since there's no difference between being naked and dressed (facepalm).
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I knew you guys in the 32-league were so ambitious. Did you expect to win every game?
After breakfast, Ruan Mingchu distributed the nameplates to everyone. Everyone was quite curious about these little gadgets and kept fiddling with them as soon as they got their hands on them.
Seeing that no one had any objections to the numbering, Ruan Mingchu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Kids these days are sometimes incredibly carefree, and sometimes incredibly petty; they're hard to understand.
At 7:50, the car sent by the organizing committee arrived at the villa entrance, and everyone got on the car in turn.
On the road, you can see other cars of the same type heading towards the competition area. Each team has its own car, eliminating the possibility of teams meeting or even arguing.
The outer shell of the competition area is a huge hemisphere, with many entrance channels distributed around its 360 degrees.
A private car dropped everyone off at the entrance, and they went straight into the preparation room. Each team still had its own preparation room, meaning they wouldn't have a chance to meet outside of the ring.
There are two rows of sofas in the preparation room. Opposite the sofas is a large screen hanging on the wall, and there is a vending machine in the corner.
The remote control sits on a low table in front of the sofa. The remote control only has numbers and buttons for confirmation, return, power on, and power off.
Ruan Mingchu pressed the power button, and a page popped up: Please enter the contestant number you are looking for.
He frowned. "We don't know the other people's numbers, and if we want to see other people's numbers, we can't see our own team's."
Back then, they could move around freely, going to whichever ring they wanted to watch. He had originally planned to have Miyatake Shin and the others watch matches of strong teams when there were no matches.
I don't know why they've put it in such a closed-off place; what exactly happened?
Gong Zhushen and others were unaware that they would have to write far fewer reviews, and were still complaining about the organizing committee's fuss.
Soon, the call button in Ruan Mingchu's hand beeped twice, and "666-2" appeared on the small screen.
Ruan Mingchu: "Mu Yu, you're going first."
Mu Yu hummed in agreement, then got up and walked towards the entrance to the competition tunnel.
There are two doors in the preparation room: one is the door they came in through, and the other is the entrance and exit to the competition arena.
As soon as Mu Yu went out, a robot took out something and scanned the nameplate he was wearing on his chest, then scanned his face, and beeped twice.
"Personnel verified. 666-2, please follow me."
After walking through a fairly long corridor without encountering anyone along the way, Mu Yu finally entered another door.
In the center of the room was a circular arena, and opposite Mu Yu was a door. Soon, the door opened, and a person walked in.
As the two got closer, they realized they couldn't see each other's faces at all; it was as if they had been covered in a mosaic.
Mu Yu quickly realized that the robot must have tampered with his face when it scanned him.
The loudspeaker in the room made a sound:
"666-2 VS 1203-5, Pheromones battle. Only pheromones may be released during the match. Mental power, skills, etc. are prohibited."
"Please both sides come to the stage. The match will begin in one minute."
"Countdown: 59..."
As he stepped onto the arena, Mu Yu focused on observing the man's physical characteristics.
The other party also kept sizing up Mu Yu.
Neither of them spoke, but they exchanged salutes.
"Beep—The match begins."
Mu Yu and 1203-5 simultaneously released pheromones, and the rich sweetness and pungent chili smell immediately filled the entire room.
Pheromones are not a very entertaining competition because pheromones can only be smelled and felt, but not seen.
The pheromones of 1203-5 were inferior to those of Mu Yu in terms of concentration, quantity, and grade. Soon, cold sweat broke out on 1203-5's forehead, his legs began to tremble, and his breathing became heavy.