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The opponent was too strong. If he guessed correctly, the mecha on the opposite side was not a soldier from the military department at all, but Marshal Simp.

Marshal Simp is the god of war in the empire. Although his level of mental power is lower than that of Shangye, his proficiency in the use of mechs is much higher than that of Shangye through years of actual combat, and his fighting skills are also superior to him. , when Shang Ye didn't dare to let go of his mental power completely, he was basically completely suppressed and beaten by the opposite mecha.

When the black hole was knocked to the ground by lightning again, the surrounding students sighed in regret.

An Zhi's nervous nails had already dug deep into his palm, cutting a small cut in his palm, but he didn't know it.

He clenched his fists and looked nervously at the arena, feeling extremely entangled in his heart.

On the one hand, he hoped that Shangye would get up quickly and not admit defeat easily, but on the other hand, he hoped that Shangye would quickly admit defeat, which would relieve some pain.

Shang Ye once told him that the induction of the pilot and the mech is synchronized, only in this way can he accurately judge the degree of his injury, so as to grasp the situation of the battle at any time.

"It hurts so much, Shang Ye, you have to admit defeat!"

An Zhi murmured unconsciously.

But Shangye didn't. Under the hopeful eyes of his classmates, he stood up again, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and faced the lightning again.Simp raised his eyebrows, and his eyes grew more appreciative.

He knew the pain of being knocked down.

That kind of pain is even more unbearable than the pain of directly hitting the flesh.

But Simp's appreciation is nothing but appreciation, and he showed no mercy to Shangye.

If an excellent student wants to become an excellent commander, he must endure unbearable pain and some setbacks. Otherwise, like Shangye's unruly temperament, he must turn the general's headquarters upside down?

The exhibition match is a five-game three-win system, and one party is considered a failure if it is knocked to the ground or admits defeat.

Shangye fought tenaciously until the fifth inning. At the end, Simp couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He wanted to give the student a little setback, but he almost flipped over.

The light effect exploded on the big screen, and a thick male voice echoed on the playground: "The exhibition game is over, Lightning wins!"

The students let out a sigh of regret.

Watching this actual battle, their blood boiled with enthusiasm, and they had infinite yearning for flying mechas above the blue sky.

At the same time, they have never been so eager to win!

Every strong person doesn't like the taste of failure, especially such a military academy full of cold and hard atmosphere.

Some people who like to talk can't help complaining.

"Tch, what kind of rookie king, isn't he completely abused by others!"

"That's right, it looks like a mess, it's not a piece of shit, it can't even win an exhibition match, and it's just a piece of trash in the future..."

"What a great opportunity, if we are naked, will our academy be famous all over the world?"

"What a piece of trash, thanks to the fact that I once worshiped him!"

"You are trash!"

An Zhi squeezed her small fists and looked coldly at the people who abused Shang Ye.

"What did you say?! You say it again?!"

"That's right, where did you come from, little bitch, get out of here!"

"Hey, isn't this the new goddess in our school? We don't hit women hahaha..."

The talkative kings saw that it was a weak Omega who was speaking, and couldn't help looking at him with their chests on their hips.

An Zhi looked at them not to be outdone, "You are trash, what right do a bunch of crane tails who can't even drive a mech have the right to criticize others?! You want to be famous all over the world, I'm afraid you won't even have the qualifications to go to the battlefield! "

"Oh little 0, is it itchy?! Don't think we dare not teach you a lesson!"

Anthony saw the commotion here, and just wanted to come over to support An Zhi, when suddenly the surrounding students burst into cheers like a tsunami, Anthony and An Zhi turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw the cockpit of Lightning slowly open , a handsome man who is not inferior to a movie star, wearing a military uniform, stepped out and stood in Lightning's hands.

"Marshal Simp!"

"Marshal Marshal! It's Marshal Simp who is fighting Shangye!"

"Oh my god! The Marshal actually came to our school!"

"Shang Ye has survived under the Marshal's hand for so long, it's too powerful!"

"Ah, why are those people who say that Shang Ye is trash silent? If anyone still refuses to accept it, they can practice with the marshal. I will see who can hold on for a minute under the marshal's hands!"

"By the way, Shang Ye is too good, right? He actually played all five rounds?!"

All the discordant voices disappeared, and many people even felt fear.

The marshal is the god of war in the empire. At this age, Shangye can actually last five rounds under the marshal's command. If he grows up a few more years, his combat power will probably reach a terrifying level.

Marshal Simp stood on the palm of Lightning, lowered his eyes and glanced around. All the students immediately had a feeling of being inspected by the Marshal. Everyone stopped talking, and the huge playground was suddenly silent.

All the students in the military academy straightened their clothes, put their legs together, and saluted the marshal with a standard military salute.

Shangye also stepped out of the cab, wiped away the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth, stood at the foot of the black hole and looked up at Simp. His guess was verified. As expected, Marshal Simp could only be so powerful. .

Simp lowered his head, his eyes swept across the faces of his classmates, and finally landed on Shang Ye's face, then he put his fingers together and gave everyone a military salute.

"Students, after more than 20 years, I have returned to my alma mater. You are the hope of the empire, and I am proud of you!"

The students didn't dare to speak out, they all stared at the war god of the empire with wide eyes, and many girls even shed tears of excitement.

Simp stepped down from the mech and walked up to Shangye.

Putting his heels together, Shangye saluted the Marshal with a very standard military salute: "Hello, Marshal!"

Simpu pulled Shangye's hand down, and then touched his chest with his fist like a friend: "Good boy, it turns out that a hero is a boy, I was almost beaten by you today!"

Shang Ye raised his lips and smiled. He sincerely respects the marshal, no matter in his previous life or this life.

"The marshal doesn't need to comfort me anymore. It's my skills that are inferior to others. Today, I have no way to defeat you. But if I were given five years, the ending might be different."

Simp nodded, he liked the indomitable spirit of men: "Maybe it won't take five years."

He suddenly leaned close to Shangye's ear and whispered, "Is your mental power really SS?"

Shangye was startled, but Simp didn't give him time to react. He stepped back and waved at the students: "I still have something to do, so I can't attend the closing ceremony of the ceremony. I hope to see you at the military headquarters in the future. goodbye!"

The classmates surrounded Simp and left, and Shangye stood still. He was thinking about where he had a flaw. Release a little more mental power, but still let him see something.

But it's nothing, Simp is a frank hero, and he will never expose anything...

Shangye was still immersed in his own thoughts, when suddenly a cold little hand behind him grabbed his big hand.

"Shangye, are you injured?"

Shang Ye turned his head and saw An Zhi's worried eyes.

"I'm so strong, how could I be injured?!"

Shang Ye swallowed the bloody smell that welled up his throat, and took An Zhi's hand calmly. It was really dangerous just now, he almost vomited blood in front of the whole school, and now An Zhi was filled with comforting milk Surrounded by the flavor pheromones, I felt a lot better in an instant, and the viscera that had been churning all the time returned to their places.

"What? Worried about me?"

"Not at all!"

An Zhi pulled her hand, but didn't pull it out. Seeing that there were no classmates around, she let Shangye hold it.

"You won't be selling octopus balls today?"

To be honest, Shang Ye hasn't had enough, An Zhi's octopus balls are too popular.

"It's not going to be sold today. On the last day of school celebration, Lin Yang said that she would have a carnival with her friends. Why are you asking this?"

"I haven't had enough."

"Huh? When did you go to buy it? Why didn't I see you?"

Shang Ye touched his nose guiltily, and said vaguely, "Oh, my classmate bought it and gave me a box."

"Do you still want to eat?"

Shang Ye nodded, and An Zhi took him to the food street.

Because today is the last day of the celebration, and there will be an armor show at ten o'clock, so there are not many people on the food street now.

An Zhi hung up the sign that the business was closed, and then took out all the prepared ingredients.

He had planned to prepare a deluxe version of octopus balls for Shangye on the last day.

The batter mixed with large octopus and shrimp was poured into the mold, and after a while, a strong fragrance wafted out.

The small meatballs were fried until golden, and An Zhi put them in a box, sprinkled with chopped seaweed, wasabi, and squeezed with salad dressing.

"This is even more delicious than last time! How did you do it? Isn't it amazing?"

Although the portion of the meatballs is not much, Shangye is still very satisfied with eating, and has a feeling of being treated preferentially. The meatballs he bought before did not have so much octopus and shrimp in them, and he would not squeeze him with salad dressing.

"It's delicious! It's specially reserved for you."

An Zhi looked at Shangye eating big mouthfuls, and felt more satisfied in her heart than eating herself.

While eating, Shang Ye looked at An Zhi's pretty face, and suddenly understood the meaning of the idiom "beautiful beauty can be eaten".

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the celebration entered the climax.

The six-day tour has come to an end. At 06:30 this evening, the voting channel specially opened by the school will be closed, and the final selection results will be announced at the fireworks show.