Zhang Mingyu: "I'm just looking at an idiot's expression."
Shen Rui was furious: "Are you looking for a beating? Do you know how much money I spent? Uh, no, it wasn't really spending money. If some idiot hadn't suddenly appeared out of nowhere and insisted on taking it from me, I could have bought three bottles in one go!"
Zhang Mingyu was speechless: "I am that idiot."
Shen Rui: "???"
Zhang Mingyu: "No wonder I've noticed you laughing and getting angry at the AI these past few days. I thought Yu Ya had sent you something."
Shen Rui: "Why didn't you tell me! What a waste of money!"
Zhang Mingyu retorted, "Didn't you tell me either?"
Shen Rui: "Damn it, I'm so angry!"
Yu Ya said disdainfully, "Two big idiots."
Zhang Mingyu took out his two bottles as well: "This person is not simple. I had someone examine them carefully, and this medicine is not at its highest concentration."
Shen Rui instantly forgot what he was angry about: "You mean to say?"
Zhang Mingyu: "It's possible that it's diluted and the ingredients can't be detected. I guess the seller might have a higher concentration of the solution, or even a solution that can corrode SSS materials."
Shen Rui could hardly believe it: "I had guessed it might corrode S-grade materials, but 3S is a bit too much. What if this falls into the hands of the Zerg..."
Zhang Mingyu gently shook the bottle, his expression inscrutable: "This person can only be used by you and me, otherwise he can only..."
Shen Rui: "You know who it is?"
Zhang Mingyu smiled and put the medicine back: "I put a newly developed tracking and positioning device in the bottle. The trading station can't detect it. Although it has been corroded, the route has been recorded. I'll go check it out tomorrow."
Shen Rui chuckled wickedly: "You're so cunning, brother."
Zhang Mingyu picked up the little lizard that was flailing around with the ducks and walked outside: "For interstellar peace, this is what I should do."
"Where are you going!"
"Mecha."
...
Cheng Anlang returned from the combat room, but halfway there he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something and went back.
When I passed by the next combat room, I noticed that there were people inside.
Who's still there so late?
Cheng Anlangdeng
Lu went in wanting to watch the battle for a bit.
In the virtual combat room, someone was piloting a low-end mech just like his, attacking the programmed Zerg. Their movements were elegant yet swift and fierce, slaying hordes of Zerg wherever they went—a feat far beyond his usual skill.
His mech model is incredibly powerful...
It seems he hasn't practiced enough.
Cheng Anlang stared intently, momentarily forgetting what he was supposed to be doing, until the other person finished and he remembered he still had something to retrieve.
He exited the virtual combat room, just as the mech crew disembarked.
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, Cheng Anlang exclaimed in shock, "Zhang...Zhang..."
The man slowly walked out of the darkness, starlight streaming in from the window illuminating his face. His wispy bangs fell casually across his forehead, revealing a high nose, thin lips, and a sharp glint in his eyes. When he turned to look at Cheng Anlang, a hint of tenderness appeared on his face.
Cheng Anlang felt a chill run down his spine: "That's a quick change of expression."
This man is Zhang Mingyu, the son of the Emperor Star Marshal, and his mutated beast is a yellow giant lizard. Although he is young, he has followed his father to the battlefield several times and has made great achievements, earning the title of general. However, at school, in order to show equality, everyone addresses each other by their first names. Cheng Anlang has seen a lot of information about him online.
Zhang Mingyu slowly approached, his footsteps particularly clear in the silent night: "Still in the combat room so late, you're working hard, classmate."
Cheng Anlang felt a little creeped out of nowhere. He slowly backed away and said, "I just... came back to get something. I'll be leaving right away. Please continue."
He turned and ran away.
Zhang Mingyu took a step forward and pressed down on his shoulder.
Cheng Anlang instinctively reached out to block and retaliate, but then immediately let go of his hand as he reached for his lower back.
Zhang Mingyu quickly grabbed his wrist along his arm, while subtly glancing at his lower back.
"hiss--"
Cheng Anlang gasped: It hurts a bit, this person has a lot of strength.
Zhang Mingyu loosened his grip slightly: This person is a bit thin.
Zhang Mingyu said, "Don't be so wary. It's fate that we've met. Shall we have a chat?"
Cheng Anlang: "???"
What do you, an imperial general, have to talk about with me, a weakling from a garbage planet?
Cheng Anlang's mind raced as he tried to figure out why Zhang Mingyu wanted to chat with him, but after thinking for a long time, he realized that they couldn't possibly have anything in common to talk about.
However, Zhang Mingyu was still holding her wrist, and she couldn't break free. She didn't know where he got such strength.
Cheng Anlang stiffened: "Okay, let go of my hand first, what do you want to talk about?"