The other side: "Shamelessness knows no bounds!"
Cheng Anlang abruptly turned off the screen and pulled the blanket over his head.
Damn, that's infuriating!
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The next morning, Cheng Anlang got up early with dark circles under his eyes, washed up, and went to class in a huff.
As soon as Tong Ban saw him, he came over and asked, "Did you arrange a personal challenge with someone?"
Cheng Anlang glanced at him: "Hmm..."
Tong Ban whispered, "Let me tell you, that guy has arranged a personal challenge with someone. I went to watch, and he won every single time, he's never lost..."
Cheng Anlang: If I had a co-pilot with the skill level of a pilot, I could win too.
Tong Ban continued, "That guy is actually very good at operating mechs, but he's too reckless. He always loses in ranked matches because of his recklessness, but he wins every individual challenge, which causes his total score to fluctuate wildly. I heard that he has an older brother who is a mech pilot."
Tong Ban paused for a moment: "I think his brother might be the co-pilot in his individual challenge..."
Cheng Anlang: That guy even said no one knew he had a passenger seat, so everyone else could guess it...
Cheng Anlang: "It's not a possibility, it's his brother."
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Tong Ban handed him a small notebook: "You're bound to lose if you don't find a co-pilot. This is the contact information for paid co-pilots at the nose level. If all else fails, you can pay some money..."
Cheng Anlang turned to look at him: "How come you have everything..."
Tong Ban laughed three times, turned around and left, concealing his gossip and fame.
Cheng Anlang smiled, opened the notebook, and exclaimed: "!!!"
It's fucking expensive!
If we win, that's fine, but if we lose, it's really not worth it.
Cheng Anlang thought about it and decided against it...
He shook his head and stuffed the notebook back into his miniature storage compartment.
Let's just leave it to fate...
After finishing dinner and feeding Cheng Dahua, Cheng Anlang rushed to the combat zone, thinking that there should be no one there at this time, or only a few boarding students like him.
Then he saw a person leaning against the wall in a corner near his mech, wearing a black trench coat, a hat and a mask, and because of the backlighting, his face was not clear.
Cheng Anlang was taken aback, took a small step forward, and hesitated before saying, "Zhang..."
Hearing the voice, Zhang Mingyu looked in his direction and waved to him: "Why aren't you coming over?"
Cheng Anlang couldn't quite describe his feelings. He quickly looked at his clothes and shoes, then touched his hair before finally walking over and asking, "Why did you come here?"
Zhang Mingyu seemed oblivious to the audacity of his statement: "I saw your individual challenge announcement. Come be my co-pilot."
Cheng Anlang: "!!!"
What are you saying?
You're actually serious??
You, a mere Champion rank player, want to be my co-pilot?
Cheng Anlang was so shocked he couldn't speak: "You...you..."
Zhang Mingyu said directly, "Your co-pilot is at the nose level."
Cheng Anlang was shocked: "You...how did you know?"
Zhang Mingyu: "The ranking system is handled by Yu Ya's mother's studio. Yu Ya told me about it."
Cheng Anlang: You're so convenient...
Zhang Mingyu looked down at him: "Why didn't you come to find me?"
Cheng Anlang didn't react: "Huh?"
"The opponent is a co-pilot at the nose level, and your mech is still a low-end mech. I'm not underestimating you, but it's really hard for you to win. Why don't you come to me?"
Cheng Anlang scratched his head: "I...I..."
What do I need from you...?
I thought you were just saying it casually...
Cheng Anlang: "I thought... you must be very busy..."
Zhang Mingyu smiled and said, "I still have some time."
Cheng Anlang groggily said, "Um... oh..."
Zhang Mingyu asked, "What are the mecha parts equipped with?"
Cheng Anlang snapped out of his bubbly head and said somewhat uneasily, "The second modification slot is... a megaphone, ten bombs in my fingers, and... a flight wing."
“Okay.” Zhang Mingyu nodded. “Go on up.”