Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

"No matter how we met him, I'm not interested." Guan You's voice was particularly cold.

This lack of concern made Song Tingxi feel a bit embarrassed. Is he the only one who wants to know who sent Yan Zhao back?

That's not right. Aren't those people on the campus forum also discussing it lively? This is just a normal person's curiosity.

Guan You, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, is obviously not a normal person.

That's right, that's it.

Song Tingxi did some psychological construction and soon became at ease.

The next morning, when Yan Zhao woke up, he was startled by Song Tingxi standing beside the bed and staring at him.

"You, what are you doing..."

"Who sent you back yesterday?" Song Tingxi asked urgently. The important thing is to catch Yan Zhao off guard when he just wakes up and becomes unconscious.

Yan Zhao lifted the quilt, climbed down, and replied calmly: "It's the boss of the civilian mecha manufacturing factory where I work."

Song Tingxi only reacted for two seconds, and then immediately said: "Is it Lu Xingjian? The most talented graduate of the mecha manufacturing department in a century."

Yan Zhao nodded, picked up his toothbrush and toothpaste, and said, "Yes, he is a senior in our department."

Song Tingxi followed him to the bathroom of the dormitory and asked him how he met Lu Xingjian.

Yan Zhao has already seen his persistence.

"It was introduced by Teacher Cen. She knew that I was short of money, so she introduced me to work."

"How can you meet the big boss while working? And he even sends you home?"

Yan Zhao bit his toothbrush and turned to look at Song Tingxi in confusion: "You can't be... um... be infected by Shao Jie and become a talkative..."

This complaint left Song Tingxi speechless.

Yan Zhao was already used to the single-player life, and he almost didn't notice the way his classmates looked at him, which was much more explicit than before.

In a mecha practical class in the afternoon, as soon as Yan Zhao entered the classroom, someone actually came to say hello to him.

"Yan Zhao, let's become friends."

The man who approached him was named Yin Xuyao. It was said that his family had a background in the Foreign Propaganda Department. In class, he is considered a social master and is always fashionable in his clothes.

Yan Zhao didn't remember talking to him.

"What? You don't want to add me?" Yin Xuyao ​​is good at observing people's words and speaks very skillfully. "It's just a matter of adding me as a friend. Otherwise, I won't be able to notify you of any group activities in class next time."

"Okay." Yan Zhao leaned over with his hand.

Tang Shijie walked into the classroom, said "poof" and said, "You are really good at seducing people. Are you hooking up with monitor Yin?"

"Tang Shijie, can you take care of it?" Yin Xuyao ​​was not afraid of him and blocked Yan Zhao behind him.

"I'm talking about Yin Xuyao, you don't want to use him to get to know the big shot behind him, do you? You are a good calculator."

"Nonsense, how could I...Eh? Yan Zhao?"

Only then did the two realize that Yan Zhao, who was the focus of the argument, had already gone to the preparation area at the other end of the classroom.

They had taken a theoretical class on the practical operation of mechas a few weeks ago. According to the teacher's request, this class finally required them to sit in the cabin and actually fly the mechas.

Before boarding the plane, everyone's bracelet must be tested to confirm that it can monitor vital signs.

Yu Xi and his friends are gathering together to discuss and complain:

"Why do we also have to get into mechas? We are not from the command or comprehensive combat system."

"Because some people will be recruited into the Galaxy Army after graduation and have to go to the front lines to repair mechas at any time."

"That should be the best batch, such as..."

Several people looked at Yan Zhao, who was standing alone.

Yu Xi snorted coldly and said loudly: "I'm afraid he won't have this opportunity. The Galaxy Army will examine the mecha driving skills. What kind of mecha can Edge Star be exposed to? He has never even seen a mecha since he was a child. "

"That's right. When he enters the mecha later, he won't even be able to walk."

"It's possible, hahahaha..."

Several people laughed together, but Yan Zhao's face was calm and he was reading literature on his tablet.

"Nerd..." Yu Xi cursed angrily.

The teacher in the practical class blew his whistle and shouted in a rough voice: "Start class, be quiet!"

This teacher is a veteran who is over 40 years old. He has achieved personal special merit in the Galaxy Army. He retired from the front line because of an injury and is an upright and serious person.

With military exploits and no need for power, he was not afraid of any student's background. So in his class, no one dared to be presumptuous.

The teacher put his hands on his hips and stood there with his burly body, feeling a complete sense of oppression.

"Today your task is to control the mecha for walking circle training. I don't want anyone to fight in class or use the mecha to perform operations beyond the classroom tasks. Do you understand?"

"Understood..." Everyone replied procrastinatingly.

"Too quiet. Let me ask again, do you understand?!" The teacher used a fierce tone, similar to the tone used when training new recruits in the Galaxy Army.

The students' ears were shocked and they immediately raised their voices and replied: "Understood!"

"Okay. Now, enter the training area."

Exiting from the back door of the classroom, everyone arrived at the spacious and empty training ground.

The walls and roof here are made of special metal. This alloy is extremely strong and can absorb energy, which ensures that even if students from the comprehensive combat department fire inside, safety will not be affected.

"Everyone stood on the left side of the mecha with the same student number, holding on to the halyard."

The sight of forty mechas neatly arranged in front of me was a bit shocking. These mechas are customized training models. They are not loaded with weapons and are 4 meters tall. Their silver arms and legs hang quietly.

Yan Zhao held the lifting rope with his right hand. Standing diagonally in front of him was Yin Xuyao. He turned around and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, we haven't turned on the machine yet. The lifting rope will take us to the cockpit later. You just need to relax." .”

Yan Zhao nodded and said nothing more. In fact, he was not afraid at all. He had seen his master make mechas that were more advanced than this.

Following the teacher's remote control, the eyes of the forty mechas all glowed.

"Relax now. The halyard is safe. After ascending to the cockpit, no one is allowed to move. Wait for my command."

As he was going up, Yan Zhao saw the boy in front of him turn around and smile at him maliciously.

He immediately heightened his vigilance. After entering the cockpit, although he did not operate immediately, his hands were hanging on the control panel.

The teacher's voice came through the communicator inside the mecha: "I see everyone has entered the cockpit. Have you seen the panel in front of the driver's seat? Press the start button, and then..."

When the teacher was mid-sentence, the mecha in front of Yan Zhao turned around quickly, and its steel arms packed with huge power attacked from front to back.

Yan Zhao's fingers quickly operated on the panel.

The surrounding students exclaimed "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as they saw Yan Zhao's mecha completing a perfect volley jump, using the propulsion device on the soles of the mecha's feet to move between several mechas, and left in the blink of an eye. The crazy mecha came to the outside of the student formation.

But the mecha that went crazy first didn't react at all, and was still waving its arms in the group of mechas among the students.