Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Having said that, Nan Jing, who had decided to carry out rigorous training every day, went back to the dormitory immediately after class at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and took out a set of sportswear from the closet that he had brought from Nan's house before coming to school.

As soon as this suit was put on, it was strongly protested by Smart One.

"Oh no, why is it in this color? It's too ugly!" Smart No. [-] thinks that if Nan Jing wears this suit to go around in the mecha department, he will be seriously despised, "You can't throw me like this Face."

"I think it's not bad, it looks like a good fit."

Nanjing was very satisfied.

Although it's not the kind of uniforms of the mecha department that are both artistic and suitable for mecha combat in both cut and style, this light gray sportswear is both close-fitting and elastic, wrapping the slender and straight legs, It seems that Nam Kyung is more energetic.

Smart No. [-] is still complaining that Nam Kyung doesn’t wear colorful and beautiful clothes. It doesn’t understand why Nam Kyung always likes things with monotonous colors—the bed sheets are also light gray, the backpack is brown, and there was originally a red hair rope. It turned out to be a shiny silver color!

Oh no, that doesn't count, it likes the male god's hair rope.

"Okay, let's go!"

Nan Jing packed up and went out. According to the 3D map of the military academy that Landis gave him at the beginning, he quickly found the mecha department.

The mecha department and the ancient martial arts department are the two departments that need the most field and physical training in the Sifal Military Academy. Therefore, the two departments were specially put together when the departments were established, so that students can learn from each other at any time.

The two departments are separated by a 20-meter-wide avenue, facing each other far away.

The mecha department has a special mecha training hall, and the ancient martial arts department has a martial arts hall, but because the area is too large, the building layout and structure are not similar to the mecha manufacturing department. Nanjing has no auxiliary monkeys with 3D maps. He was almost dizzy, and finally had no choice but to withdraw from the gate of the Mecha Department.

Ever since Zhizhi No. [-] told Nanjing how precious and eye-catching this map was, Nanjing never dared to take it out and use it in crowded places.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, just when the regular teaching of the whole school ended, students from the mecha department and the ancient martial arts department kept coming out of the gates of the departments on both sides.

"Have you heard, there is a transfer student from the ancient martial arts department today."

"Nonsense, as soon as he showed up in the ancient martial arts hall this morning, everyone went crazy."

"What a fucking winner in life."

"What's your name? Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? What do you like?"

"A transfer student, it's awesome to go directly to Class [-], Grade [-] of the Ancient Martial Arts Department. But what a pity, he actually went to the Ancient Martial Arts Department. Such a cool beauty should come to our Mecha Department."

"I heard that the gene level is 3S, it's really scary."

"Don't you think the breath on his body is terrifying?"

"Hehe, the iceberg is paralyzed, this young master just likes this one."

"Do you think he and Ellens are a good match in terms of attributes? One is flirtatious and the other is iceberg-faced. Standing together, one is passionate and the other is indifferent. It's so interesting."

"It seems to be correct, but there is a mistake in principle."

"what?"

"Do you think the two of them can tell who dominates whom?"

"..."

Nan Jing overheard the casual conversation of a group of people who missed him. Although the content sounded rather unnutritive, like being infatuated with a certain male voice, he was somewhat interested in that male voice.

Yun Tianyi said before that there are two third-year students in the mecha department, one is An Lan and the other is Landis, and there is also a third-year transfer student in the ancient martial arts department.

That transfer student showed up today?

Nan Jing really wants to know what this "face-paralyzed iceberg" like Landis who challenges the bottom line of the school looks like, but let's see you again in the future when there is a chance.

The ancient martial arts department is marked by a unicorn with a high head, and it raises one front leg majestically, standing in front of the ancient martial arts courtyard full of strong totem worship atmosphere.

On the wall behind them are relief totems of green dragons, white tigers, phoenixes, and black tortoises arranged in the order of east, west, north, south.

Facing it is the mecha system. The entire high wall is carved with reliefs with convex and concave. In the middle is a golden fighter gun, and a black and bright black dark-type mysterious stone is wrapped around the barrel. into a space chain.

Dark-type mysterious stone is not a material for making mechas, but it is the main raw material stone for mecha space buttons.

Because of its existence, it is possible to carry the mecha with you.

An ancient and mysterious ancient martial artist.

Represents the supreme powerhouse who combines the source of consciousness and spiritual power.

Just standing in the middle of the road in the middle of the departments on both sides, Nan Jing felt an invisible sense of oppression and solemnity.

"It's been so long since school started, it's actually the first time I've come here."

Nan Jing regretted wasting so much time. When he approached the relief wall of the Mecha Manufacturing Department, he couldn't help but want to touch the uneven reliefs, but Smart One stopped him.

"Don't touch it!"

Nan Jing withdrew his hand that was only five centimeters away from the space chain like an electric shock.

"If you are seen by the students of the mecha department, you will be scolded to death."

Smart No. [-] was frightened by Nan Jing, who almost made a big mistake, and almost got stuck. At the same time, he praised his wit and unparalleled reflexes. Nan Jing really couldn't do without it.

Nan Jing couldn't understand it at all, because he saw that even if he only made a gesture of wanting to touch, he was stared at by a tall boy who just came out of the gate of the Mecha Academy. If you come across it, you will fight him desperately.

"what happened?"

Because time was too tight, Nan Jing's words blurted out.

Originally, he wanted to ask Smart One, but when the tall boy heard it, he thought Nan Jing was asking him, so he walked up to Nan Jing with a cold face, looked at this handsome boy who was obviously not a mecha, and asked Said: "Which department are you from?"

Nan Jing didn't expect someone to talk to him. He looked at the other person for two seconds before realizing that he was asking himself, so he replied, "I'm a freshman in the Mecha Manufacturing Department."

"Oh, so it's a freshman." The tall boy nodded, patted his head, and said, "You must not touch this, or you will be beaten."

Nan Jing is embarrassed, it's just a relief, is it really that important?

Looking at Nan Jing, he obviously didn't understand the market. The tall boy also put away his cold and rigid attitude and eased up a lot. He looked at the relief and said with a look of admiration on his face: "This is the representative of the God of Mecha. The soul of a warrior."

"..."

Can you stop being so poetic and lofty?

Just as Nan Jing wanted to ask carefully, he heard a girl's voice from Youdao, and then the tall boy turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

A blond curly-haired girl ran over, took the boy's arm, and looked at Nanjing warily.

"What are you doing?"

The tone of questioning made Nan Jing confused.

The boy looked embarrassed, and took the girl aside to explain to her.

Obviously the girl didn't buy it, she gave Nan Jing a hard look, and said angrily to the boy, "Do you know who he is?"

"Who? Do you know him?" Obviously, the tall boy didn't know Nan Jing.

"Let you know how to practice mechas every day, and you will live with mechas in the future!"

The girl complained a few words at first, and then raised her voice slightly, which seemed very deliberate, so that everyone passing by could hear the truth.

"He is Nan Jing! The D-ranked waste wood ranked first in our Sifal Military Academy has the audacity to challenge the great god Sidia!"

Nan Jing obviously heard it, he glanced at the girl lightly, turned around and walked towards the gate of the mecha department.

In just a few days, his ears were calloused from hearing similar words, and he was completely numb, feeling nothing at all.

When passing by them, the boy's eyes were full of apologetic anxiety, and he wanted to say something to Nan Jing, but because his girlfriend was inexplicably hostile to him, he could only watch Nan Jing Entered the gate of the mecha department.

The people around him looked at Nan Jing subconsciously, and couldn't figure out why he came to the mecha department. Thinking of the rumors that he despised Sidiya because of his beauty, some students were even more curious about what he looks like in real life. look like.

Although there are photos taken secretly, who knows if they have been beautified?

Some bolder students followed under the instigation of their friends, approached Nan Jing, and were stunned before they could speak——

Damn, what idiot took the photo, it just made people ugly, okay?

There is no aura at all, and the charming tear mole at the corner of the eye has been turned into a big black mole at all... Do you dare to slander a beauty like this?

Nan Jing raised his head in a daze and looked at the roads around him. He was just considering whether to find someone to ask the way, but when he turned around, he saw a student beside him staring at him with overly eager eyes.

Nan Jing: "..."

Well, it's better than looking all vigilant and contemptuous.

"May I ask..."

"Ok, Ok!"

The boy nodded desperately.

Nan Jing was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Nan Jing: "..."