Looking up, I saw Ruan Mingchu with a look of pity on her face: "You two can go over there together."
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What unbearable suffering this is!
Kong Yichun held the spatial button and entered the passage with Kong Yixia.
This time, the two were taken up in an elevator and went up one floor.
This time, only the Kong brothers were in the room; there were no opponents.
An announcement rang out: "The assembly time is three hours. After three hours, the mech battle mode will begin. Teams that fail to complete their mechs will automatically be judged as losers."
In other words, Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia's actions will not be counted in the competition and will not earn them points. However, if they fail to complete the task in three hours, they will lose today's mech combat competition.
And we don't even know if we'll be given time to continue assembling it tomorrow. If not, then the mech combat aspect is doomed.
It must be completed.
This sentence came to mind for every mech pilot.
After the broadcast ended and it was confirmed that there were no further announcements, Kong Yichun took the parts out of the button. "Let's sort the parts first."
Kong Yixia: "Okay."
The two immediately focused intently on the task and got to work.
Before long, they divided the parts into nine parts: head, neck, left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg, left foot, right foot, and torso.
During the process of separating the parts, the two also found the incorrect parts that Ruan Mingchu had mentioned.
The wrong part and the normal part look almost identical, and they can be forcibly put together to form a shape. But if you try to force it, the driver's life will be in danger.
Kong Yichun was already sweating profusely, not expecting the league to be so big.
"Yixia, you assemble it first, I'll see how to fix the parts."
"Um."
The same was true in the other rooms; the two of them worked together quite efficiently.
What is an incredibly urgent moment for the mech pilots is, however, quite boring for those sitting in front of the screen, because they can't understand it.
Ding Junji yawned: "Are we going to sit here and watch this for the next three hours?"
Shen Huanli immediately said, "If you don't want to watch this, you can watch other teams' videos."
Ruan Mingchu smiled and said, "Does nobody want to watch?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the screen showed Lei Qianjun's match from that morning.
"One person's analysis is three thousand words, while Lei Qianjun's is five thousand words."
Ding Junji wanted to beat himself to death for what he had just said. What the hell was he talking about? Now he had to write.
It turns out that most people in the interstellar community don't like writing, and everyone except Mu Yu had a gloomy face.
Gong Zhushen suddenly thought of something, raised his hand and shouted, "But we didn't bring any paper or pen!"
"Yes, yes, tomorrow then. Bring some over tomorrow."
"Yes, without paper and pen, there's nothing I can do even if I want to write."
The contrast between her enthusiastic and excited demeanor and her earlier behavior made Ruan Mingchu want to laugh.
"Don't worry, everyone. As the team leader, how could I not think of such a small thing?"
He walked up to the vending machine, tapped the screen, and the machine dispensed laptops one after another.
The "duang—duang—" sound felt like it hit my heart directly; it hurt so much.
"Here, we also sell pens. Come and get one."
Mu Yu took the lead and went to get it, and everyone else followed reluctantly.
He cursed inwardly, "What kind of pens and notebooks are sold in a war preparation room? Who prepared these heartless things?! They must have been bribed by the manufacturer!"
Ruan Mingchu smiled but remained silent.
Lei Qianjun's individual battle video is a full half hour long. Everyone had to watch it, analyze it, take notes, and write a summary analysis. It took more than an hour to finish.
After writing the last period, everyone threw their pens onto the table one after another.
This produces a particularly crisp and pleasant sound.
This relaxed state didn't last even half a minute before Ruan Mingchu switched to Ding Junji's video.
Ruan Mingchu: "It's the same as before, Ding Junji writes 5,000 words, and the others write 3,000 words."
Ding Junji was annoyed: "But I didn't lose."
The casual remark from the heart successfully quieted the room.
Lei Qianjun's face was almost dark, and Gong Zhushen and Wang Rong's expressions were not good either.
Ding Junji realized he had said the wrong thing and kept quiet, but his expression showed he was very unconvinced.
Ruan Mingchu knew that these young people couldn't form a revolutionary friendship so quickly. After thinking for two seconds, he said, "Come on, everyone, move the sofas around and make room for Xiao Ding and Xiao Lei."
Ding Junji was bewildered: "What's wrong?"
Ruan Mingchu said, "You come and have a contest with Lei Qianjun. If you win, you have to write three thousand words."
Ding Junji pointed at himself: "Am I crazy? I fought with him for those two thousand words."
Ruan Mingchu looked at Lei Qianjun: "What do you think?"
“Let’s fight,” Lei Qianjun said, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t think those who win will be happy if we don’t have a fight.”
Ding Junji had no choice but to accept the challenge.
Ruan Mingchu: "Alright, let's make this a gentleman's fight. Let's just fight for ten minutes. Don't forget there's another match later."
Before he could finish speaking, Lei Qianjun's fist had already slammed into Ding Junji's face.
Ding Junji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fierce, and started fighting with Lei Qianjun.
Ten minutes later, both of them had bruises all over their faces and bodies.
Ruan Mingchu: "I don't need to say who won or lost, right? Ding Junji, do you have any more questions?"
Ding Junji glared at Lei Qianjun, covered his face, and mumbled, "No."
“Let’s begin then,” Ruan Mingchu said, glancing at the two men’s injuries. “Song Yang, could you treat them?”
Song Yang responded, but he clearly remembered Ding Junji's words: although he didn't lose, he was just lucky and won by a narrow margin.
When treating Lei Qianjun, I used a skill to instantly restore his health.
Giving Ding Junji a piece of meat, one piece at a time, slowly cutting it off with a knife.
Ding Junji grimaced in pain, wanting to curse but unable to utter a sound, and could only curse Lei Qianjun and Song Yang in his heart.
After watching Ding Junji's video, it was almost time. Everyone hesitated, but seeing that Ruan Mingchu wasn't going to switch back, they felt awkward urging him.
The main reason Ding Junji spoke up earlier wasn't because he was bored, but because he was too afraid to watch. The troublesome demeanor of Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia made Ding Junji almost certain that they couldn't handle it.
This is a league match, and it's always like this.
If you don't want to face failure, you might as well not look at it.
The others shared Ding Junji's thoughts, except for the exceptionally confident Ruan Mingchu and Mu Yu.
Now that the three hours are almost up, they are starting to feel anxious again. Who doesn't hope for their teammates' success? What if, just what if Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia succeed?
Ruan Mingchu never expected that this could cause them so much confusion. If she had known, she would have been amazed at how well Principal Li had done his brainwashing.
It's quite impressive that he knew he was going to lose on the way here.
He timed it perfectly and switched back to the scene with Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia.
The towering mecha had already taken shape and lay on the ground. Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia were squeezed between the mecha's abdomen and legs, their hands constantly moving.
Sweat poured down their faces, soaking the ground in the process, a testament to the immense pressure they were under.
Looking at the screen, Miyazaki Shin and the others clenched their fists nervously, praying to the gods in their hearts.
Ruan Mingchu was quite relaxed. Last night, Su Ru told Ruan Mingchu about the situation of the Kong brothers, and this kind of problem was not difficult for the two of them.
But it seems like everyone's mental fortitude is a bit lacking. Ruan Mingchu is thinking about how to help everyone improve in this aspect.
The announcement came on again: "Time is about to run out, countdown 3, 2, 1."
After saying "1", the screen in the preparation room went black.
It's making everyone unsure of the outcome, it's driving everyone crazy with anxiety.
As soon as Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia returned, they were surrounded by a group of people who were so enthusiastic that they didn't seem like their teammates at all.
Kong Yixia cleared her throat with a cough, preparing to give her speech, only to find that the spatial button in her hand had been taken away by Shen Huanli.
"How was it? How was it?"
"Shen Huanli, hurry up! There are so many people waiting to see!"
"Exactly, that's so immoral of you."
Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia were forgotten in a corner, and only Ruan Mingchu came over to say thank you for your hard work.
Kong Yixia was furious. If they didn't still need to compete later, he would definitely tear his unscrupulous teammates apart.
Ruan Mingchu: "Go and rest for a while. Your mission is complete."
Kong Yixia grunted twice, and Kong Yichun said, "Of course."
When the two sat down on the sofa, they felt an overwhelming wave of fatigue wash over them, especially their fingers, which were screaming in pain.
Shen Huanli and Song Yang, the two healers, were rushed to Ruan Mingchu's side to help them eliminate their negative status.
Physical pain and fatigue are easy to relieve, but mental fatigue is difficult to recover from.
Seeing the Kong brothers looking half-dead, Gong Zhushen suddenly remembered the tune Ruan Mingchu played during military training, which had a great soothing effect.
He leaned close to Ruan Mingchu and whispered, "Brother Ruan, why don't you play a tune to help them recover?"