"Oh, okay..." Cheng Anlang was like a robot being manipulated, doing whatever Zhang Mingyu said.
He was in a daze as he entered the cockpit with Zhang Mingyu, and even after he sat in the driver's seat, he still felt that it was all so unreal.
Zhang Mingyu actually got to sit in the passenger seat...
Zhang Mingyu settled into the passenger seat and suddenly took out two small boxes from the storage compartment, giving one of them to Cheng Anlang.
Cheng Anlang took it with a puzzled look: "???"
What is this for?
Zhang Mingyu: "Take it. Take it apart and put it on after you're ready for the competition."
Although Cheng Anlang didn't know what he was going to do, he still listened to him and put the box away to use during the competition.
Zhang Mingyu: "Go in, those two are waiting for you."
"Hmm." Cheng Anlang shook his head, composed himself, and entered the individual challenge.
"Hey!" The person on the other end whistled arrogantly upon seeing the displayed message. "They actually looked for the passenger seat?"
Cheng Anlang didn't want to pay any attention to the person opposite him. He didn't even let Zhang Mingyu speak. He directly clicked "Ready," opened the box, and put it on: "Stop talking nonsense and let's get started."
Chapter 24, Section 24: The Loudspeaker
"Scene loading, please wait—"
In an instant, a crowd of onlookers surged in.
"Here we go again, this kid's challenged someone to a duel again."
"I heard his opponent is Cheng Anlang? The one from Garbage Planet?"
"Cheng Anlang actually agreed?"
“Cheng Anlang’s mecha piloting skills are not bad either. When he loses, he only loses a few points, but when he wins, he can almost directly exchange them for a mid-level mecha.”
"He has no chance of winning."
"That shameless guy definitely has a co-pilot. I've heard from others that he has an older brother who's a top-tier pilot and always serves as his co-pilot during individual challenge races."
"Cheng Anlang could also find a passenger."
"What kind of capable co-pilot could someone like him find?"
"Even without a co-pilot, Cheng Anlang still wouldn't win. I watched their qualifying matches, and Cheng Anlang only won by exploiting a loophole with his custom-modified parts. But in the individual challenge, only official parts can be used. Cheng Anlang only has a useless megaphone and a primitive laser cannon, while his opponent has a laser sword and a laser cannon."
"Cheng Anlang is doomed."
The void gradually faded away, replaced by a slowly emerging patch of green.
It is a forest.
The trees here are incredibly tall, their tops obscured by the sun. Their trunks are also very thick, with only enough space between two trees for a single mech to pass through. The lush foliage completely blocks out the sky. The morning mist has not yet dissipated, and all is quiet except for the low calls of unknown birds from the depths of the forest, which makes the woods feel damp and somewhat eerie.
Moisture condensed on the surface of the mechs, and both sides' vision was blocked by layers of trees and fog, making it impossible for them to see where the other was.
Zhang Mingyu: "Call Da Hua out."
Cheng Anlang was taken aback, and asked in confusion, "Where do we put it when it comes out..."
There are people in the driver's seat and the passenger seat...
Zhang Mingyu was silent for a moment, then said, "On my leg."
Cheng Anlang: "???"
Before Cheng Anlang could say anything, Cheng Dahua had already consciously emerged from his sea of consciousness and landed on Zhang Mingyu's lap. Zhang Mingyu immediately supported its flowerpot.
"Awooooo!"
Cheng Dahua was still complaining in her mind that Zhang Mingyu had taken her place, but she didn't expect that this person would be so perceptive as to let her sit on his lap.
Cheng Anlang found the scene very strange no matter how he looked at it. As Cheng Dahua shook the flowerpot, bits of soil would occasionally fall onto Zhang Mingyu's pants. Zhang Mingyu didn't care at all and didn't even glance at them. He kept his eyes fixed on the front, observing the scenery around him.
Although it was a virtual scene, Cheng Anlang always thought that Zhang Mingyu was a very... very precious person. It was impossible for such a person to sit in the passenger seat with a dark flower in his arms. It seemed very incongruous, but that's exactly what happened.
Cheng Anlang's mouth moved: "You...you...how are you going to do this while holding Da Hua..."
Zhang Mingyu scoffed: "I don't need to lift a finger. I'll tell you what to do, and you and Da Hua can handle it."
Cheng Anlang: How arrogant...
Cheng Anlang: "Okay... Big Flower, Flower"
"The basin...wait, I can do it myself."
Previously, when Da Hua operated, he would kick the flowerpot off the cockpit, making a mess everywhere. This time, Cheng Anlang simply pulled it off the flowerpot.
"this……"
Cheng Anlang placed the flowerpot in the hidden compartment and looked at Cheng Dahua's dirty roots with a puzzled expression.
Zhang Mingyu: "Just put it on my lap."
Cheng Anlang paused, then shakily placed Cheng Dahua on Zhang Mingyu's lap. Cheng Dahua stood on his lap, almost touching Zhang Mingyu's nose, and Zhang Mingyu tilted his head slightly.
A voice came from the communicator: "Why isn't there any sound from your end..."