Zhang Mingyu interrupted him immediately: "Invite Yu Ya and Shen Rui as well. Yu Ya has been wanting to have dinner with you and Da Hua. She'll treat us then."
Cheng Anlang raised an eyebrow: Is that even a saying?
However, no matter who was treating, Cheng Dahua immediately became excited when she heard there was food. She howled twice and happily went to accompany Cheng Anlang to class in Cheng Anlang's sea of consciousness.
Chapter 22, Part 22: The Challenge
After Cheng Anlang returned to his dormitory after class, Cheng Dahua's test results came out. She was classified as level three and assigned to the primary group.
Cheng Dahua was a little unhappy.
Looking at the reasons given at the end of the testing notice, Cheng Anlang said to Cheng Dahua, "Level 3 is fine too. The beginner and advanced groups are not the same. If you can win the championship in the beginner group, you will still stand on the highest podium."
Cheng Dahua immediately forgot about her displeasure.
Cheng Anlang took out a large bone with meat still attached from the miniature storage compartment. The bone was about a meter long and as thick as a bowl. It was a special supply from the cafeteria today, and there were only five of them. The bone was really too big for a human to chew, and it would be difficult to finish. Very few people bought it, almost none. Most of the mutated beasts ate their own special animal food and rarely ate this kind of thing. So it was a good deal for Cheng Anlang, who bought two of them.
Cheng Anlang placed a thin transparent film on the table, put the still-steaming bone on it, and said to Cheng Dahua, "This is your reward for today."
"Aww!"
Cheng Dahua, carrying the flowerpot, hopped and skipped, trying to jump onto the table.
"Wait a minute."
Cheng Anlang took Cheng Dahua from him, placed her on his lap, and then took out a thin film to cover the bottom of the golden flowerpot: "Don't get the oil on it."
"Aww!"
After finishing wrapping the food, Cheng Anlang put Cheng Dahua on the table: "Eat it yourself, I won't feed you."
"Aww!"
Cheng Dahua excitedly began to gnaw, making a loud smacking sound as she sucked out the marrow.
Cheng Anlang watched for a while amidst Cheng Dahua's "snap snap" sounds, then suddenly took out a small knife, scraped off a bit of meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.
I don't know what they put in it, but it tastes pretty good...
Cheng Anlang couldn't resist and ate a few more bites, finally stopping only when Cheng Dahua kept looking at him.
"You eat by yourself, I'll browse some things."
Cheng Anlang washed his hands and the knife, then began browsing the school market.
He calculated his points and realized that if he won two more games, he could challenge for a higher rank tomorrow. He needed to install a flight wing.
The flight wing is usable by both basic and intermediate mechs, and Cheng Anlang can use it even after he changes his mech.
Cheng Anlang bought a flying wing from the school market, and after thinking about it, he also bought bombs to put in the mecha's fingers.
Losing a challenge will result in a significant deduction of points, so you need to equip yourself with everything you can. Spending some money on it is acceptable now.
Just as Cheng Anlang finished browsing the school market and was about to close the screen, he suddenly remembered something and, as if possessed, opened the school forum...
I... I'm just browsing...
Then came photos and videos of him and Zhang Mingyu walking side by side across the bustling crowd on the school avenue, sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling their bodies with golden dapples.
Cheng Anlang's face flushed slightly, and he abruptly turned off the screen.
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Cheng Anlang won two games in a flash, earning enough points to advance to the Claw rank; all he needed was a challenge.
Cheng Anlang painstakingly attached the flight wing, stuffing bombs into each of his ten fingers.
Finally, the megaphone was removed and a hairdryer was installed.
loudspeaker base
It was basically just a mascot; Cheng Anlang put it on but never used it.
If it weren't for the restrictions on custom parts, he would have continued using a hairdryer...
As usual, he posted a photo of the founder of the mecha and paid his respects, praised the founder and the school with his meager vocabulary, paid a small fee, and started at nine o'clock.
"Buzz—"
Matching - please wait -
A few seconds later, Cheng Anlang saw his opponent, and his eyes widened in shock: "!!!"
That's a fucking mid-level mech!
He was actually matched with a mid-level mech!
After getting a good look at Cheng Anlang, the person on the other end whistled arrogantly: "Yo! Are you going to rank up? Still using a low-end mech!"
Cheng Anlang's lips twitched, his heart sinking: "Hello..."
The other side was extremely arrogant: "Don't be so nice. You'll see I'm not nice at all after this is over."
For the challenger, winning means ranking up, while losing means losing a lot of points. For the challenged, however, it's just an insignificant match in their ranked career; winning adds some points, losing deducts some points, and it's no different from a regular ranked match.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Anlang knew that the other side wouldn't hold back. He paused for a moment and then asked, "Are we allowed to watch?"
The other person replied, "Of course you can. This is the first time I've been matched with someone who wants to rank up."