Marry a crippled major general

The corners of He Ziyu's mouth twitched as he looked at the pink and tender child. There was some noise around him, and he felt that he heard it wrong: "What did you just say?"

"I said, can you carry me behind your back, I want to see the situation ahead!" The boy seemed to realize that what he said was a bit strange, his whole face was flushed but he insisted, "I can pay!"

It's not a question of money... He Ziyu was thinking about how to refuse, when he raised his eyes and saw an empty high ground not far away, which was just right for this child's height!He grabbed the person in front of him and looked up at his ID: "En... Minglang? Go over there!"

He Ziyu dragged the boy named Minglang through the crowd with difficulty, and the boy stood up knowingly after seeing the small round platform.He Ziyu glanced back at the crowd, and simply stood beside the boy.

"Thank you." The boy in pink said.

"You're welcome," He Ziyu smiled, "What are you doing?"

The boy glanced at the string of numbers automatically generated by Starnet above He Ziyu's head, with the original expression on his face: "Ah, you are a newly registered starnet, this is a kind of competition in the core area of ​​mechs, It's called a core manufacturing competition."

The rules of the core manufacturing competition are very simple. It can be summed up as follows: Both sides of the competition use the same materials to make the same core category of mechas, and then use the completely identical mechas to judge and judge which one is better.

"This is a high-level core manufacturing competition. Have you seen the man in black on the left? His name is Hei Yu, and he is the most famous mecha core builder on StarNet during this time!" At the end, Fan The boy in clothes even trembled a little because he was too emotional.

He Ziyu looked at the excited boy with a smile: "I see, are you his fan?"

"Yes!" The boy nodded heavily and laughed, "Just call me Mingming, brother, what's your name?"

It’s a delicate feeling to be called brother by a boy who looks less than 12 years old. He glanced at the string of garbled characters on his head, which ended in a 9, so he said, “You can call me No. [-].” gone."

"Uh-huh."

"Let's watch the game." When the boy said this, He Ziyu really felt a little curious.He looked up at the huge screen again, and the bright idol, Kuroba, looked very handsome. At this moment, he was holding a delicate carving knife in his hand, concentrating on drawing the pattern of the chip.

Superstring theory, the hacker level increases by two levels, the running speed of the mech increases by 7%, the defense power of the mech decreases by 10%, and the attack power of the mech decreases by 2%.

He Ziyu:? ?WTF? ?

Shocked, he patted Minglang's arm and asked, "Minglang, have you seen the chip in your idol's hand..."

"Ahhhhh Hei Yu is so handsome!" Ming Lang didn't have time to listen to He Ziyu's words.

He Ziyu's eyelids twitched, and she turned her head to look at the field again, temporarily suppressing the doubts in her heart.

He arrived late, and Kuroba and another person were carving the seventh chip.Both of them moved very quickly. Half an hour later, the seven chips were completed, and two robots appeared on the stage, one left and one right, taking the core slot of the mecha from the contestant's hand and placing it in front of a huge testing instrument.

In the next second, the gain and loss of each chip that He Ziyu saw just now appeared on the big screen. At this time, the discussion among the people around became louder: "It seems that the seven chips made by Heiyu have less gain and loss. There are a lot of losses, how did you do it? Can this still win?"

"When did you come up with this ancient theory? The quality of the core slot of a mecha can't simply be based on the number of gains and losses. It must be installed on the mecha for actual combat, and the actual situation must be considered!" Seeing the unfavorable comments about his idol, Minglang immediately turned to look at the person who said something casually with a straight face.

"Ah, that's it..." The passers-by on the side were not angry when they heard the sound, but when they turned their heads and saw Mingming, their expressions were really indescribable.

Mingming became furious: "What kind of eyes are you looking at?!"

"This...brother? You look very stylish!" The poor passer-by had a good temper, and after making a comment with a smile, he hurriedly turned his head to watch the next situation on the field seriously.

Of course Minglang knew that the other party's compliment was not sincere, so he let out a cold snort and then ignored it.

He Ziyu on the side listened carefully, wondering if these people couldn't see the gain and loss of the chip from the beginning?