Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

No phase bone... sent by the independent army?

Wei San looked at the message Yu Tianhe sent, and replied to her: [The fish master must be kind, we spent most of the resources in exchange, how did you get it? 】

Xiaoyouyu: [Do you think the system is so easy to make mistakes, so coincidentally, that the bones flow to that warehouse? 】

The poor have no money to make mechas: [Fish master, this is your fault. If you want to meet the juniors, how do you secretly give them? Tomorrow I will go and tell the teacher, saying that Wuxianggu was given by you, and I will definitely give it back! 】

Yu Tianhe: ...

tell the teacher? Doesn't that mean her identity as an independent army is exposed?

As soon as she saw the news sent by Wei San, Yu Tianhe was stunned, she clearly wanted to rely on the past and deliberately pretended to be stupid.

Xiaoyouyu: [No need to return gifts, as long as you join us, there will be more good materials. 】

Wei San: [Yu Shi, I have to guard Ying Xing Jue, so I will go down first. 】

She didn't answer directly, although Ying Xingjue thought they could join in to see the situation, but Wei San didn't want to agree so easily.

After chatting with Yu Tianhe, Wei San turned around and forwarded their chat records to their group.

As soon as it was posted, Jin Ke and Ying Chenghe were in the group @weisan, and the news kept shaking.

Wei San didn't look at it because Ying Xingjue called her after she finished pinching the clay.

Wei San. Ying Xingjue held what she had made, walked up to her, and handed it over, Can you help me give this to Chenghe?

Undead turtle? Wei San glanced at what he had made in his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Ying Xingjue nodded slightly, he remembered how Yingchenghe got out of the rainforest arena, and also remembered that he didn't rescue his cousin in time, so he planned to give Yingchenghe a mud mecha.

The undead tortoise was made by Ying Xingjue from memory. As for some other details, it is not so clear.

Wrong. Wei San pointed to one arm of the mud mecha in his hand, Here protective armor...

Feeling that he couldn't speak clearly for a while, Wei San got up and walked to the small table, grabbed a piece of clay left by Ying Xing Jue, pinched out the correct armor pattern, and handed it to him. To him: That's it.

Ying Xingjue looked at the small piece in her hand, then looked down at what she had done, and finally found the difference, so she lowered her head and carefully changed the clay mecha in her hand.

He stood there, Wei San turned to look at the mud on the table just now, she suddenly wanted to squeeze the mecha too.

As a mecha engineer, she hasn't built and designed a mecha with real objects for a long time, and now it's getting itchy all of a sudden.

Do you still want these mud? Wei San asked, pointing to the ball of clay on the table.

Ying Xingjue raised his head and met Wei San's eyes. After a while, he said slowly, You can take it.

Just as she wanted, Wei San didn't go back and sat on the sofa immediately. He glanced around the room, walked to Zong Zhengyue's side, pulled a chair, and sat upright where Ying Xingjue was sitting. Opposite place.

Have you finished changing it? Wei San just rolled up his sleeves and remembered what to ask Ying Xingjue.

Ying Xingjue came over, sat opposite Wei San, and put the mud mecha in front of her: It's fixed.

Okay. Wei San turned on the camera, took a photo of the clay mecha that Ying Xingjue squeezed, and sent a message to Ying Chenghe: [The little clay mecha that your cousin squeezed for you . 】

Yingcheng River: [! ! ! 】

Yingcheng River: [For me? ! ! 】

Yingchenghe: [I'll go and get it now! ! ! 】

As soon as the photo was posted, the news of Ying Chenghe exploded like a cannonball.

Wei San took a look, but she didn't reply. She felt that it would be meaningless to go back. Today, Ying Chenghe couldn't get the mecha that his cousin squeezed, and he definitely couldn't sleep.

She began to knead the clay. Compared to Ying Xingjue, Wei San was very handy in doing this. These mecha structures seemed to have always existed in her mind and could be copied at will.

Ying Xingjue sat on the opposite side and watched quietly, while the expressions of the other soldiers next to him were a little weird.

You must know that they came to guard Ying Xingjue today. In fact, everyone has more or less pressure in their hearts, and they are all guessing what will happen in the future. The game is just over

Half, they actually want to be the strongest commander in this main guard team.

As a result, now one of the guards and the guarded person started playing in the mud face to face?

Why do you want to be a mecha soldier?

Ying Xingjue watched one after another of lifelike mechas appear in Wei San's hands, raised his eyes and asked.

one, two...

Wei San counted the clay mechas on the table and a few pieces of clay, so he could make a few more mechas.

At this time, when she heard Ying Xingjue's words, she grabbed a ball of clay and said casually: I didn't say it? I reported the wrong major back then, but the 3212 Star newspaper only needs a thousand star coins for the reserve individual soldier, and the injury is still possible. If there is a subsidy, it is more affordable, so I have been reporting to the individual soldier.”

Everyone in the room: ...

Because of this, they came to steal their individual soldiers' jobs?

How many stars do you need to report to prepare a mechanic? Zong Zhengyue suddenly asked.

Wei San turned around, leaned his hand on the chair, and looked at Zong Zhengyue: Five thousand star coins per semester.

It is difficult for Zong Zhengyue to describe the feeling in his heart. Wei San can't afford the tuition fee of 5,000 star coins, so he turned to the reserve individual soldier major of 1,000 star coins.

He usually has more than one meal.

But Wei San took a one-semester course of 1,000 star coins, and now her individual strength is no worse than anyone else's, and she even builds and designs mechas.

Mine is better than yours. Wei San put the undead turtle clay he made by himself next to the mecha that Ying Xingjue had made just now, quite proud.

That's the art of the mechanic.

Ying Xingjue looked at the same mecha that the two had made side by side, and nodded: Well, you look good.

Wei San lowered his head and continued to make a mecha, and soon there was a loud noise coming from the window.

Xi Wutong frowned and walked to the window, opened the window and looked down. He was silent for a while, and then said to Wei San in the room, ...The main team of your Damocles military academy is below.

Come here so soon? Wei San walked to the window, leaned out and waved to the person below.

The mud mecha made by my cousin, give it to me! Ying Chenghe shouted from below, with Huo Xuanshan and Jin Ke next to him.

A patrol stopped them with serious expressions, not knowing what they were negotiating. Ying Chenghe was dragged out by two people with one arm each. Jin Ke, Liao Runing, and Huo Xuanshan all followed.

After a long while, Jin Ke called.

Can you drop that mud mecha? He must get it today. Jin Ke pointed the camera at Ying Chenghe, who was still struggling, People outside won't let us in. , Ying Chenghe was caught trying to climb the wall just now.

Wei San: ... Climbing the wall at this time?

In the past, I was able to climb casually, but these days it is obvious that the entire exercise field is under martial law.

Okay, wait.

Wei San glued the last head to the mecha, took off his jacket, and wrapped it casually: You ask Xuan Shan to come over.

After a while, Huo Xuanshan stood downstairs again, catching the package dropped by Wei San.

You are one by one, Yingcheng River was pinched by his cousin, and I pinched the rest.

Huo Xuanshan made a gesture to show that he knew.

Wei came back and sat down and continued her project.

At first, Ying Xingjue started to do it first, but now it is she who is eager to knead the clay here.

The main team of the Damocles Military Academy, except for the impermanence, was finished. Wei San looked up at everyone in the room, and finally decided to give everyone one.

Let's start with Ying Xingjue's mecha.

Wei San lowered his head and quickly pinched out Jin Jinkai's mecha, which she was familiar with, and had already entered the Ying Xingjue mecha cabin.

This is for you. After Wei San squeezed it, he pushed it in front of Ying Xingjue.

Thank you. Ying Xingjue was stunned for a moment, then he reached out and picked up the small clay model of the mecha in front of him, looking down at him.

It is obviously only made of clay, but there are smooth lines everywhere, delicate and sharp without losing the mecha.

Even... the mecha cabin can be opened.

Wei San made four more clay mechas, but the mechas behind are all outside \u0026zwnj

; Table, there is no mech compartment that can be opened.

Do you want it? Wei San picked up the finished clay mecha, and threw it from Ji Chuyu next to him, all the way to Zong Zhengyue, who was farthest away. Everyone received their own mecha. A model.

The four of them looked down at the clay mecha in their hands, feeling a strange feeling in their hearts.

They've never seen their mechs from this angle, it's just... so cute.

Tuk Tuk Tuk-

There was a knock on the door.

Quinli Eli walked over and opened the door.

It was the Ninth Military Region team that patrolled the entire building.

Did she just give something to the people downstairs without authorization? The other party pointed at Wei San unceremoniously and asked the other soldiers in the room.

Sir, I didn't see it, Quinli Eli said with her fingers closed and her back behind her.

Hearing Quinli Eli's words, the other party asked the other three individual soldiers again: Really?

Yes. Ji Chuyu said secondly.

Wei San carried the door behind his back, raised his eyebrows at Ji Chuyu, he would speak for himself, which was something she didn't expect.

...I don't want to see anyone neglecting their duties, otherwise the task of guarding Ying Xingjue will be left to us. The officer in the ninth district closed the door after saying this.

As soon as they left, Wei San whistled and said thank you to several people in the room.

Set the time for the vigil. Zong Zhengyue directly pulled back the topic.

After allocating time for the vigil, a few people turned off the lights and rested. Only the two vigils were still awake.

Wei San stayed in the middle of the night. She didn't lie on the sofa this time, but lay directly on the floor beside the bed and closed her eyes to rest.

She didn't fall asleep completely, as long as there was any movement, she could get up immediately and stand beside the bed.

...

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

In the darkness, Ying Xingjue slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wei San who was sleeping with his eyes closed on the floor. He actually didn't know what happened when he disappeared.

As soon as he woke up, he found himself in a pool of blood, with broken arms and stumps scattered around, while he held a dagger and stabbed the cadet in Damocles' chest.

At that moment, even he himself was shaken, was it really out of control?

Until Wei San came over.

He wasn't sober at that time, and Wei San didn't raise his vigilance when he approached.

For some reason, at the moment when Wei San was knocked out, what Ying Xing was determined to think was that she was fortunately the one who came.

Ying Xingjue pressed his side face against the pillow, closed his eyes gently, and held the clay mecha model with one hand under the thin blanket.

Before falling asleep, he had only one vague thought.

...The clay mecha model is heated and baked for a period of time, and it can be better preserved.