He feared that Ruan Mingchu had his own reasons for doing this on purpose, so he was afraid that others would hear and express their dissatisfaction with Ruan Mingchu. He not only spoke softly but also stood very close.
Before Gong Zhushen could hear the answer, he felt his collar being pulled up, and he was lifted up and pulled away from Ruan Mingchu.
Holy crap, what happened?!
Looking up, oh, it's Brother Mu! Then there's no problem.
Mu Yu frowned: "AOs shouldn't be too close to each other, be careful."
Miyazaki Shin: ...
"Okay, okay, I was wrong."
I will never get so close to Brother Ruan again.
Ruan Mingchu: ...
I don't quite understand what Mu Yu is up to.
When Nguyen Minh Thu answered Gong Zhushen's question, he replied, "Because there are no leaves here, I can only blow on leaves."
Gong Zhushen and Mu Yu understood, but the others were confused, wondering why such a sentence suddenly came out.
"What do you mean by blowing leaves?" Shen Huanli asked.
Just as Ruan Mingchu was about to answer, the call button went off: 666-1, he was going to play.
"I'll go first. It's an honor to be the first to drive your two creations." The first sentence was addressed to everyone, and the second sentence was addressed to Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia.
He said "honor" in a serious tone, and Kong Yichun blushed a little. It was just a piece of work, and could not be called a masterpiece.
Kong Yixia, on the other hand, hummed twice in agreement.
After Ruan Mingchu left, Gong Zhushen explained what he had just said to everyone: "Brother Ruan is not the type to relax and soothe people. The tunes he plays are incredibly powerful. Listening to them for a while makes you feel like you're ascending to heaven. It's just that Brother Ruan can only play the leaf tunes."
"Tch, do you think he's a god who can do everything?" Shen Huanli said sourly. If he's already that good at fighting, why does he need to be an Omega?
Gong Zhushen rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not."
The mechs had already been placed on the arena, and Ruan Mingchu went directly into the inner cabin after entering the arena.
With the advancement of technology, the compatibility between mechs and the human body is getting higher and higher, with two control modes: keyboard control and mind control.
The former has a total of 1,280 buttons, with different key combinations controlling different functions; the latter only requires a mental link, and operating the mecha is like operating one's own body.
A hundred years ago, mechs were all keyboard-controlled, but now they are used to using mental control. The keyboard is still kept in the inner cabin, just so that the soldiers on the battlefield can still fight after their mental energy is exhausted.
Ruan Mingchu released spiritual tentacles, entering the mecha's control system and linking with the mecha.
As the broadcast announced the start, Ruan Mingchu piloted his mecha toward the enemy.
For the sake of the viewers, and specifically for the mental well-being of his teammates, Ruan Minh Thu deliberately slowed down the mecha's walking speed.
But the opposing mech seemed stuck, showing no reaction whatsoever.
Ruan Mingchu stopped in front of them, worried that the mecha pilot of that team hadn't done a good job with the mecha, and that it would be bad if he punched it and the mecha exploded.
After waiting for more than ten seconds with no response from the other side, Ruan Mingchu's mecha pointed a finger at the chest of the other mecha.
He swore he really hadn't used any strength at all!
The mech opposite them collapsed with a loud bang.
Ruan Mingchu: ...
Good grief, you can't fake a collision on the field.
The broadcast announced that Nguyen Minh Thu had won, and he jumped out of his mech to check on his opponent.
The man also climbed out of the inner cabin, his face expressionless. He glared at Ruan Mingchu fiercely and then limped away.
His miserable and resentful appearance made it seem as if he had been beaten by Ruan Mingchu.
But he clearly fell on his own.
Ruan Mingchu sighed inwardly, feeling worried about the empire's education system. So far, he had encountered very few people with sound values.
Back in the preparation room, Ruan Mingchu gave Kong Yichun and Kong Yixia feedback on his driving experience.
"My left foot is a little clumsy, the transmission of mental energy is somewhat sluggish overall, and the weapon system is not at its optimal level."
Every sentence was a flaw, and Kong Yixia became unhappy: "You just sat there and ran a couple of steps, raised your hand, how did you know so much?"
The implication was that Ruan Minh Thu was talking nonsense and denying their achievements.
Kong Yichun knew that every word Ruan Mingchu said was to the point. He tugged at Kong Yixia, signaling him to shut up, his face full of apology and helplessness.
“These three places all contain faulty parts, and with the time constraints, I cannot optimize them.”
After a pause, Kong Yichun added, "It's because I'm not capable enough."
Ruan Mingchu shook his head: "You've already done a great job. I'm telling you how I feel not to condemn you, but just to encourage you to keep improving."
"You didn't have time then, so do you have any new ideas for improvement now?"
“Yes, yes,” Kong Yichun said excitedly, “Give me another chance, and the mecha’s performance will definitely be even better.”
Ruan Mingchu: "Then let's do our best."
After talking with the Kong brothers, Ruan Mingchu said to the others, "The existing shortcomings of the mecha already exist, so what should you, as pilots, do? Think about it carefully."
"Next up is Lei Qianjun, good luck!"
Lei Qianjun hummed in agreement; this time, he was determined to succeed.
As it turns out, there are very few people as incompetent as Nguyen Minh Thu's opponents.
On the arena, two mechs stood facing each other, observing one another.
Suddenly, Lei Qianjun moved, maneuvering his mecha like a cheetah as he lunged at his opponent.
The opponent reacted extremely quickly, drawing his sword to defend and blocking Lei Qianjun's first wave of attacks.
Whether it was good luck or something else, Lei Qianjun encountered an evenly matched opponent again. The two exchanged a hundred or so moves, but still could not break through each other's defenses.
With the match time about to end, Lei Qianjun gritted his teeth and made a risky decision.
He deliberately pretended to be incapacitated, exposing the defect in the mecha's left leg.
As expected, the enemy seized this opportunity, and in an instant, all their attacks were directed at the mech's left foot.
Seeing that the opponent had revealed the place he had been searching for, Lei Qianjun risked destroying his mecha and unleashed his ultimate attack towards the vital point.
It all comes down to whose attack lands on the other first.
At that moment, Lei Qianjun's heart pounded like a drum.
Hearing the broadcast announcing his victory, Lei Qianjun managed a stiff smile.
It wasn't a wasted risk after all.
Squeezing his numb hand, Lei Qianjun jumped out of the mecha and went to look at its left foot.
There are several obvious knife marks on it. Judging from their depth, if it had been any later, this foot would have been gone.
As the madness in his mind subsided, Lei Qianjun began to think about how the next person should use the mecha, which he had made like this.
He turned around and saw his opponent's already destroyed mech, and suddenly he wasn't worried anymore. It was still usable, so he figured he'd just have to make do; after all, they were unlucky enough to be ranked after him.
Lei Qianjun walked a little slower on his way back, and just missed Ding Junji, who was the next to appear.
Ding Junji clearly noticed the mecha's injury and glared fiercely at Lei Qianjun.
Lei Qianjun hummed a little tune in a good mood; if he could win, then he'd be truly capable.
Ding Junji's opponent was no weakling. The opponent was a fully functional mecha with excellent eyesight. He immediately seized upon Ding Junji's weakness and removed the mecha's left leg, leaving Ding Junji with no choice but to admit defeat.
He returned to the preparation room with a sour face, slamming the door of the corridor shut with a loud bang.
Ruan Mingchu immediately realized that Ding Junji attributed his loss to the mecha, and even thought that Lei Qianjun had deliberately damaged the mecha in the previous round as revenge.
Seeing the number 666-2 displayed on the queuing system, Ruan Mingchu swallowed back the words of comfort she was about to utter. She knew Mu Yu would use facts to console Ding Junji.
Ding Junji: X doesn't want this kind of comforting!
Mu Yu, piloting a mecha missing a leg, utterly defeated someone stronger than Ding Junji's opponent, demonstrating that "as long as it's powerful, the mecha's appearance doesn't matter."
Ding Junji felt like vomiting blood; this was like ruthlessly stomping on the face of someone who had just given up after breaking their leg.
But then Ruan Mingchu had to come and talk to him, taking advantage of his misfortune and adding fuel to the fire!
"See? Go back and write a 5,000-word reflection, titled 'Why I'm No Good.'"
The words "I can't do it" kept echoing in Ding Junji's mind, and Lei Qianjun would occasionally let out a strange "sneer," making Ding Junji feel like vomiting.
He slumped weakly on the sofa, hugging his pitiful, weak, and helpless self: "Okay, I'll write!"
Ruan Mingchu nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this. Sometimes it's like that; not everyone can become a pioneer. Only when predecessors set an example can the next generation dare to try.
Mu Yu was followed by Shen Huanli. This time, he was not so lucky. He encountered an opponent who was not very skilled but had a good mecha. He managed to wear them down until the time was up.
The afternoon mech battles were mostly between novices, and each match took a long time.
The team from the General Military Academy participated in a total of four matches. This was only because Ruan Minh Thu and Mu Yu were both very quick; most teams only played two or three matches.
At 6 p.m., a special car came to pick up the contestants and take them back to their dormitories.
As soon as I got to the dormitory, I didn't even want to eat dinner. I went straight to the bedroom to hug their bed.
Ruan Mingchu stopped him in time: "You can skip a meal, but you can't skip writing a summary and reflection."
Everyone: Demon!
The bedroom suddenly doesn't smell so good anymore!
Since only participants were allowed to enter the competition area, Li Bingcang was anxious all day. He didn't even eat lunch and just stayed at the entrance like a "waiting-for-husband stone".
Upon seeing Ruan Mingchu, he couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"
Ruan Mingchu was interrupted by Li Bingchang as soon as he opened his mouth. "Wait," Li Bingchang said, "let me prepare myself."
He took a deep breath and clenched his fist. "Alright, go ahead and tell me. I can handle it."
Ruan Mingchu repeated what he had told Ding Junji and the others earlier that day: "Even if you don't have confidence in yourself, you have to have confidence in me."
He took out the call number device and projected the score leaderboard onto Li Bingcang's screen. His score of eight points was still in the top 1,000, and even entered the top 500.
Li Bingcang looked at it and burst into tears of joy: "Even if it's only temporary, this trip wasn't in vain!"