The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

Chapter 126: Auspicious Result

Everyone readily agreed and moved to the mecha manufacturing room, which is also the headquarters of the Dafugui team.

Jixiang is becoming more and more accustomed to the role of a cook.

"I hate him!" Mo Xingfeng said indignantly while gnawing on a chicken leg.

"...Who do you hate?" Jixiang asked casually.

"Zhang Weiwei?" Ji Wuce guessed with a rather certain tone.

"It's him!" Mo Xingfeng swallowed half of the chicken leg viciously.

"Tsk..." Jixiang tried hard not to laugh at the poor little thing.

"...train your patience!" Su Erya rolled her eyes at Mo Xingfeng and said bluntly.

Suerya was a gun player, and patience training lasted almost throughout her entire training period. In the early days of gun use, she could endure until she fainted in order to get the best shooting time or shooting angle...

Surya has excellent dynamic vision, but does not have the corresponding excellent physical fitness. Fortunately, she is cruel enough to herself... Of course, Ji Xiang and the others are not aware of these, and only Ji Wu Ce who grew up with her knows.

"...I didn't say I won't train!" Mo Xingfeng muttered, but couldn't help but say, "I hate procrastination!" Just like a slippery loach.

"Today's battle didn't take too long..." Jixiang subconsciously said the truth.

Mo Xingfeng: “…”

"I'm talking about his fighting style!" Mo Xingfeng was extremely upset.

"Isn't it enough to be stronger than him?" Jixiang looked at Mo Xingfeng with contempt. Isn't this result because he is not strong enough!

Mo Xingfeng had nothing to say, so he turned his head away and muttered, "I just don't like it."

"Look at me, I'm going to beat him up!" Mo Zuolang patted Mo Xingfeng on the back with great loyalty, leaving a very obvious oily handprint...

"Revenge!" Mo Xingfeng was excited!

"Revenge!" Mo Zuolan said in a flat tone.

Where is the generosity you promised? Did you two eat it all? Jixiang lowered his head in a very eye-catching manner...

"According to the analysis of your two sides' mecha data, it's unlikely..." Guan Qingyue reminded the two brothers who were making trouble very tactfully.

The two brothers who were causing trouble returned Guan Qingyue's two simple and innocent looks.

Guan Qingyue obediently turned her gaze away, and he just continued to watch silently without saying anything.

"Langlang is still possible!" Su Erya couldn't help but say when she looked at Mo Zuolang's expression.

Mo Zuolang is a pretty steady guy!

"It must be possible!" Jixiang changed her expression to compassionate in a second after hearing this. Amitabha was in the same room with them! She was very auspicious and definitely didn't engage in superstition. Only superstitious people were engaging in superstition!

"Then, let's wait and see..." Ji Wu Ce put down his chopsticks and said calmly.

After finishing their meal and listening to Mo Zuolang's scheduled speech, they couldn't wait to leave.

The last game starts at 5pm, and they all have classes before that.

Jixiang honestly spent the entire class making bombs and also listened to some gossip.

"The spots for our Battle Academy are finally announced! As expected, it's all about luck in the end!"

"Not everyone has the chance to compete for this kind of luck!"

"Luckily they are brothers. Last year, the guy was unlucky and won the whole year by betting on him!"

"Well, that's just too much! But I heard that the difference in strength between the two is not that big."

"I've already told you that you can't fail to pass this level of luck!"

"No one in other hospitals is so mean!"

"If we talk about the lucky guy, it has to be the luck of other colleges!"

Jixiang, who had eaten the melon on her head, shrank back carefully. She had hidden her personal information so that everyone could not see her.

"What a pity that he is the disciple of God of War Carton!"

"Isn't the disciple of God of War Carton good?"

"It's good, but I heard that God of War Carton's class is not that easy to take."

"Is there such a saying? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"This was revealed by the fifth grade head student. He told me when I was drinking with him and he was drunk!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Tell me more!"

"That guy just said it was not good and didn't say anything else!"

"That's it?"

"You mean you can't see other people..."

Jixiang couldn't help but nod quietly. Red and Green's whereabouts were indeed a mystery. It was not easy for her, a disciple, to find him, especially in the past few days, he had been missing. She didn't know if he would show up before the final of the chief student selection competition...

Jixiang's attention was distracted and the others had already changed the subject.

"Have the results of the Insect Institute and the Manufacturing Institute come out?"

"I know the Manufacturing Institute: Ji Jia, Fang Shi, and Yin Luobin."

"It is said that the results of the Insect Institute will be released in the afternoon, but if there are no accidents, it must be Louis Lin, Chen Siji, and Wu Chen."

"What about an accident?"

"Then it depends on Liuzhou Cheng."

"..."

Having mastered the latest news, Jixiang finished the class with satisfaction. This class could be renamed as Gossip Class! Unlike other classes, it is difficult for everyone to gossip. If there is an opportunity to gossip, it is either because the teacher is not good or the students are not good!

Jixiang, excited to avenge his previous shame as an intelligence idiot, strolled to the observation room.

Jixiang, who arrived last, couldn't help but asked excitedly as soon as he entered the room: "Do you know the results of the qualifying rounds of the other two colleges?"

"I know..." Surya replied lazily, nestling comfortably in the throne.

Jixiang's expression, which originally showed "come ask me something, come ask me something, I know", suddenly went out of control.

"...Did you make bombs in the afternoon?" Ji Wu Ce was reading a paper book. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Ji Xiang between turning pages.

Every time Jixiang finished rubbing the bomb, he would get a lot of gossip, but these news were all common stuff. Really important secret information would never be talked about as gossip. Information confidentiality is one of the compulsory courses in Zhanda.

"Tsk!" Jixiang found an empty seat and sat down with an expressionless face. No one knew whether Ji Wuce was too excited about just learning how to conduct or if it was just his nature. He always asked questions even though he knew the answer!

There is always an illusion that Jixiang highlights Ji Wuce's intelligence...

"A commander must learn to hide. You expose yourself like this, which makes you seem so shallow!" Jixiang tried to hold it in for a while but still couldn't hold back his urge to complain about Ji Wuce's frustration.

“Tsk…” Ji Wuce said without even raising his head: “Although you are just a fake art student, you should also learn to hide yourself.” He was just short of writing a sign and hanging it on his body!

The fake art student Jixiang was very unhappy, "Who is fake? Who is fake? He is obviously a fake military school student!"

“…Although I don’t want to admit it, you do have some strength!” Mo Xingfeng shook his head seriously.

"Hmph!" Jixiang decided not to talk nonsense with these people anymore!

At this time, Mo Zuolang and Zhang Weiwei also came on the court.

How should I put it? It should be said that he is worthy of being the number one in the Battle Academy, very stable! Not only his fighting style, but also his strength. Mo Zuolang has a special weapon, and his attacks are also very fierce, like a beast with a very strong endurance.

Luck is important when it comes to luck, but it becomes insignificant when it comes to strength. The fighting arena almost eliminates most unexpected situations, leaving only a pure competition of strength.

It was not surprising that Mo Zuolang was defeated. However, even though he was defeated, the battle between the two sides was very exciting. Moreover, the brothers Xingfeng and Zuolang were two years younger than Jixiang and the others who had entered school according to the rules...

It’s true, my brother!