The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

Chen Zheng walked past the rows of seats and onto the field. He could feel that everyone's eyes were focused on him, some malicious, some curious, and some even disdainful...

The young sentry was wearing a black combat uniform, which was simple and capable. A thin layer of texture could be seen on his bare arms, which was beautiful and smooth. At this moment, he was lowering his head to tie a cushioning bandage, with his slender and powerful fingers slightly bent. One could imagine how careless the gaze he was looking at his hands was.

Chen Zheng's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the large area of ​​white. He wondered why this man didn't have any signs of tanning from training. The people next to him all had wheat-colored skin, and the place where their arms and training suits met showed obvious skin stratification.

As soon as Chen Zheng touched the battle platform, the crowd surrounding the sentry dispersed, revealing a path.

Someone looked him up and down and asked, "Why are you so arrogant without any preparation? At least release the mecha."

At this point, Chen Zheng touched his nose and said, "I don't have a mecha."

Hearing this, Ling Si turned his head and glanced at him, with a puzzled look on his expressionless face, as if he was doubting the truth of what he said. How could the son of the Duke think that someone would not even have a decent mecha when enrolling? After all, he never lacked these.

The person asking the question obviously didn't believe it either: "Mecha is a mandatory test for the entrance exam. How do you practice without a mecha? Are your grades fake?"

Of course, this is just speculation and a bit of verbal advantage. After all, with more than a dozen teachers in the military academy jointly evaluating the results, the possibility of error is extremely small.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything, just looked at the person who issued the challenge.

Ling Si tied the bandage tightly and looked in one direction, "Go to the warehouse and choose two mechas of the same specifications and models."

The person who responded walked out of the team. He was half a head taller than the sentry and was obviously the same gender. He handed the water in his hand to Ling Si and said, "Be back soon."

Turn around and leave.

The training ground is not very big and is mainly conducted in a virtual field. After the field is opened, everyone outside the field can watch the battle.

Chen Zheng didn't know anyone, so he stood quietly aside. He received a message from the Imperial Military Hospital on his computer. He paid all the bonus he received when he enrolled into the medical system. The Imperial Military Hospital provided a certain subsidy for medical treatment for its students and their families, but the proportion was limited. Five hundred thousand star coins could only sustain medical services and medicines for one and a half months. In addition to the proportion that the First Military Academy had agreed to bear, Chen Zheng still had to pay one-third of the medical expenses, which was still a considerable expense for him.

Emperor Star is the capital star, with many opportunities, both overtly and covertly. Chen Zheng is wondering whether he should go back to his old ways...but if he is discovered, the punishment will be severe.

After watching his mother's recovery remotely, Chen Zheng can basically understand the problems in medical imaging. Long-term illness makes one a doctor, and even if the person who is sick is not him, it is better than being seriously ill himself.

The man exhaled lightly, his computer screen went dark, the airflow in front of him moved erratically, and he subconsciously raised his hand, only to be hit by an unknown object on the palm of his hand, causing a stinging pain.

It is a black space button, square, the size of a fingernail. Under the light, the surface seems to be covered with a layer of silver light.

He inserted the space button into the gap of the optical computer, and a black mecha immediately appeared on the blue light screen. It had an oval cabin and four short brackets supported it, allowing the mecha to be suspended in the air. The mecha without changing its form looked like a plain egg.

"Thanks."

No one was looking at him, or was deliberately ignoring him. Chen Zheng looked up and met a rather cold gaze. It was also the sentry beside Ling Si. He had just been called to find the mecha, and now he had time to find trouble for snatching the first place from their boss.

Chen Zheng laughed at his own thoughts, but unfortunately, their boss wanted to personally teach him a lesson for this ignorant and ignorant person.

When Ling Si's fans saw Chen Zheng's smile, they didn't hide their voices at all: "Is he sick?"

"You're so happy about being taught a lesson. You're either crazy or you want to get the boss's attention."

"That won't do. What if he goes crazy and bites the boss?"

A group of people spontaneously blocked the two people.

Ling Si, who was ready to fight, said: "......"

Ling Si: "What are you doing?"

Meeting their boss's bored and tired eyes, everyone's scalps tingled and they moved their feet guiltily. They couldn't say that they were worried about the boss noticing and being taken away, that would be too embarrassing and they wouldn't be obedient dogs.

The boss's attention has already been largely diverted by that bastard Shang Yue, and now there's another inexplicable opponent. After a while, will the boss even forget their names?

No matter how much hostility you feel in your heart, you have to pretend to be magnanimous on the surface.

Ling Si reappeared, hooked his finger at Chen Zheng who was not far away, and said in a commanding tone: "Come here."

Chen Zheng walked in front of him, Ling Si opened the field, and the two entered the virtual space. The people outside the field watched the two enter the mecha. Ling Si's arrogant voice came from the mecha: "Two identical mechas, show your true level. If I find that you are slacking off, you will bear the consequences."

Chen Zheng: “I know.”

People outside the field could only see who the two mechas belonged to from the position of the transparent cockpit. A blue and white fluorescent light covered the surface of the mechas, and the mechas' exoskeletons reorganized, gradually transforming into human-like shapes.

The mecha used in today's battle is a light mecha, but even so, it weighs several tons. Its huge body stands tall in the virtual field, making heavy and dull sounds when it moves.

The audience breathed softly; they had a feeling that today's competition would be a very exciting match.

They scattered around the audience, trying to find the best spot to watch the game. Shang Yue held a third of the bottle of water in his hand, staring at the stage, not missing a single detail.

The two mechas fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell which one was better in a short time. Chen Zheng was a little sluggish at the beginning, probably because he was not familiar with the mechas of this school and was still in the process of getting used to it. He was suppressed by Ling Si. After about two or three minutes, the two of them collided back and forth more than a dozen times. Chen Zheng obviously found his form and began to counterattack in an orderly manner.

......

"The boss is really awesome. Even Chen Zheng is starting to get flustered."

"Indeed, but it is also possible that they are still in the process of getting used to each other."

"Chen Zheng scored another point. Now he is only two points away from catching up."

The mechas in the military academy are all connected to a combat system, which can score according to the impact of each part. The virtual field will not cause damage to the mechas or people. If the mecha owner turns on synesthesia in order to improve combat sensitivity, then when the mecha is hit, the owner will also be affected. There will be pain, but no actual wounds.

While most people were immersed in the fierce and tense battle, a guide sitting at the back walked away with a grim look on his face, holding his abdomen.

Shang Yue noticed his abnormality immediately, pierced him with eagle-like eyes, and said in a cold voice: "What are you going to do?"

The guide froze. "I, I'm not feeling well. Let me go to the infirmary..."

The sentinels who often follow the Duke's son have sharp eyes and handsome and cold faces. When they look at people, they make them feel like they are criminals who can be pinned down at any time.

Shang Yue saw that his face was as pale as paper and sweat was oozing from his forehead, so he didn't make things difficult for him, but he didn't show too much concern for him either. To be more precise, apart from Ling Si, no one was worth his extra attention.

Shang Yue frowned and shifted his gaze to the field: "You go."

The guide felt as if he had been pardoned and left through the back door, holding his stomach.

The audience looked at the guide with a mixture of schadenfreude and dissatisfaction, and whispered to each other.

"What's wrong with him? It's such an important moment, boss."

"Who cares? I'll go get some water for the boss later! One less person means one less competition!"

"Shang Yue will let you succeed, peach! I'll deliver the towels and I'll help wash them."

"Damn Shang Yue, damn dog!"

"Don't scold yourself!"