The Cat and the King [Interstellar]

"Little Ding Dong! Here!" Filo waved his hand, and there were a lot of delicious food on the table. As soon as Ding Dong sat down, he was stuffed into his arms by the people around him.

He quickly opened a packaging bag, and happily gnawed on the sweet corn.

"I think we'll put the mechs at the back for the time being, and divide the people up first, so that everyone will not interfere with each other when they are working." Filo suggested that the cooperation of personnel can greatly improve the organization. Although they are only a small team, the division of labor is still important.

"Because it's a group achievement, I think how about showing the characteristics of our group, so how about the design part being done by everyone?" Harley suggested.

"I agree with this point. Our mecha must be the most handsome in the whole grade."

Filo nodded, and wrote the word "All" in the design column.

"Leave me the assembly of the parts." Filo took over the hardest work first. As the captain of this group, Filo's move immediately won everyone's favor.

"No, no, I don't think it's suitable. Philo, your specialty is technical route design. Let me do this part." Under the captain's call, everyone found the part that suits them.

Dingdang gnawed a piece of corn, carefully stuffed the garbage into the packaging bag, then found a paper towel and wiped his paws and asked.

"What can I do!"

The team members fell into distress. They didn't know what Ding Dong would do, so naturally they didn't know what kind of work they could give Ding Dong the most suitable job.

"Can you control a mecha? We seem to be short of someone who can control a mecha."

Mecha fighters have extremely high requirements on physical fitness. Most of this class are manufacturers, and there are very few people who meet the requirements of mecha fighters. Not only the first class, but also other classes, so often everyone's works are just It met the standard through the optical brain test, but it was not actually used.

"I don't know if I can do it." Ding Dong said with some embarrassment.

"Then what is your physical level? As long as your mental strength reaches it, you can give simple instructions to the mech. We only need to do that."

"Spiritual level..." Dingdang remembered that when he entered the school, Renn helped him fill out a in the personal information form.

"A wait." Ding Dong replied.

In fact, Ding Dong's level must be much higher than this, the reason is very simple, his mental surgery can only be covered up by Ren's spiritual breath, which shows that his mental power is on par with Ren's, and such strength can never be just a level, but at the same time Renn also understands that Dingdang's identity is fake, and the s level is too conspicuous. In order to protect Dingdang's safety, Renn wrote such a data.

But when a person as powerful as Renn is negligent, he thinks that A level is nothing, but it is completely different in other people's eyes. Even A level is a top existence in the eyes of ordinary people, such as now.

"You, you, you... what did you say?!" They originally saw that Ding Dong was having fun, so they dragged this soft and cute freshman into the group, but they didn't expect to find a treasure.

"What's wrong?" Ding Dong blinked and asked.

"I really love you." Filo pulled Ding Dong and kissed him on the cheek. The students around fell silent for a moment and then rushed over to pull Ding Dong and Filo away.

"Ding Dong, we don't play with Uncle Weird!"

After a fight, the group's division of labor was settled in such a harmonious atmosphere.

In addition to participating in the design and chores of the mecha, Ding Dong only needs to contact the basic mecha operation during this period, and learn to provide a training ground for the team that can operate the mecha this time.

On the other hand, Lime is also working hard. If there is anyone in the class who can secure the top grades in all subjects, then Lime is the only one. He has a good mind and strong physical fitness. Get him out of the first class. At this moment, he stretched himself in the library and rolled up the drawings he had drawn.

In one day, the mecha has begun to take shape, which is definitely the fastest speed in the class.

Rhyme sat in a very hidden position, blocked by the bookshelves in front of him, so that Yorke, the monitor, who was also in the library, couldn't see him, but Rhyme could hear their movements.

At the moment, these people are discussing the movements of other teams that are also participating.

"Yorke, what do you think is the chance of our class winning this time? We all joined because we believed in you..."

"If you do as I said, the chance of winning should be 100%." ​​Class One was originally the strongest class in the first grade, and his team included almost all the top students in the class. Just make sure it works stably.

"I don't think so. Let's talk about Lime. He didn't participate in the competition before, so he didn't have him in the first place, but now it's not necessarily true. No one in our class can say that he is better than Lime in a certain way. And Fei Luo Na's team is not bad. Although it doesn't say that everyone has good grades, each has its own characteristics, and there is also the addition of the new student Fars. Although I don't know his specific strength, he should be similar to Lime. I see this suspension." A student said.

"No matter how omnipotent Lime is, he is only one person. It is impossible for one person to build the mecha in such a short time." York retorted.

Lime smiled and shook his head behind him. This is a mecha competition, which means that as long as the mecha technology can be expressed, the size of the mecha is not a problem at all. He has already asked the teacher, and small mechas are completely feasible. It can definitely be done by one person.

"As for Frans..."

Rhyme pricked up his ears at the news about Frans.

"I didn't want to say it at first. He is not a nobleman at all, let alone has any strength. He is just an ordinary commoner. I don't think everyone should care about it. As for why he didn't tell everyone clearly, I don't know."

Everyone could hear what York said. The squad leader worked hard enough and was capable enough. The only problem was that he was too narrow-minded. The atmosphere of the group fell silent instantly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Yo~ who am I talking about~ I can smell the sour smell from a distance." Lime came out from behind and put his hand on Jorke's shoulder. He was originally a person who was "full of evil" in the class , There is no loss in beating someone.

"Fals is not someone like you who can talk about it. You can't decide whether he is a commoner or not. If you step back ten thousand steps, even if he is a commoner, do you have a higher status than him? People, Don’t forget your roots.” Lime patted York on the face, glanced at the group, and walked away with long legs.

Yorke's face turned liver-colored, and he tightly clenched his hands under the table, but after a few minutes, Yorke swallowed the breath abruptly, and asked again with a smile.

"I'll take care of it at Lime, just draw the design drawings quickly."

"Forget it, I'm not interested today, a good competition made it so embarrassing, let's discuss it next time." A student packed his schoolbag, stood up and left.

With his departure, the group became smaller and smaller.

"That's it, let's meet here tomorrow, let's disband now." Knowing that today is not the right time to talk about things, York said.

After a while, only York was left alone.

He walked over to where Lime was just now. If I remember correctly, Lime didn't bring his schoolbag when he left just now.

Sure enough, Jorke saw the schoolbag that Lime put on the seat, and the sketches inserted beside it.

Sure enough, even God helped him.

York walked over quickly. The location of Lime was hidden enough that the surveillance could not show it here and was unobtrusive.

He pulled out the drawing, and York's eyes flashed surprise, because although the mecha drawing in front of him was just a prototype, the shape design was very smooth, the lines were beautiful and not cumbersome, and the joints even marked the recommended mech parts.

The standard is very high, at least the current self can't draw it.

Quickly taking out his optical brain, Yorke took a picture of the manuscript, then reinserted the drawing, and then left here quickly.

No one knows that this masterpiece belonging to Lyme has been touched, and it will be called a deadly weapon against Lyme in the future.