Interstellar First Mecha Division

If time can go back, if life can be re-chosen.

Perhaps, when Marshall stretched out his hand to him with a smile, he would turn around, even if he was embarrassed, even if he would regret it later, he would solemnly refuse.

At this time, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the sweat beads flowed down his cheeks in clusters.

He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, his eyes were a little blurred, and the sound of his heavy breathing was blocked in this small space, and finally it all flowed into his eardrums.

Exhaustion, regret, anger, complicated emotions came to my heart.

He was almost at the limit, and the figure in front of him began to blur, and the enemies who rushed forward in groups almost tore him to pieces.

"I..." He uttered a single word with difficulty.

Wherever he looked, there was a sea of ​​people, their eyes were hot, and in a daze, he saw several people waving flags and shouting at him, clearly cheering him on.

"I...I want to abstain." Marshall gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

"No, classmate, I have already emphasized to you that unless it is due to physical discomfort or other major emergencies, you cannot abstain from this game,"

"You have abstained for the third time." The referee's dissatisfied voice came from the console, even a little impatient. If it weren't for the mandatory measures, he would have unilaterally cut off contact with Marshall.

"I said I would abstain!" Marshall yelled hysterically, almost kneeling down and crying.

Why, why can't he abstain, he just wants to abstain, is it that difficult?

what? !

It is a violation of human rights and personal freedom. Why can't he abstain from voting? Can't he just lose a game?

Hearing Marshall yell like this, the people who attacked him in the future became even more angry.

Isn't this provoking them?Even though they had attacked so hard, they still couldn't shake him at all, even to the point where he decided to abstain.

"Qian Huacan, eliminated!" The majestic voice of the referee spread to every corner of the field.

The rules of this competition have been made very clear, because it is only a campus mecha competition, and everyone is a real swordsman, holding a mecha, so aggressive behavior is absolutely not allowed, as long as the paint is sprayed Go to the opponent's mech, and the matter is over.

But now Marshall's mechs can't stick to a little paint, no matter how they spray it, it's useless, some people can't help it, and start to use violence because of the large number of people, no matter how high Marshall's level is now, he can't stop being besieged by a group of people ah.

The game can be lost, Marshall must die!

Lige's supporters on the field wanted to help him, but seeing how he would not lose no matter what, they felt that they would just die if they went up.

So everyone else looked around, and now the game is halfway through, and more than half of the people who have gone down on the field are basically in the process of beating Marshall. I accidentally touched it.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people on the field, the referee finally blew his whistle, and the last person left on the field was Marshall.

Although he won the first place, Marshall was not happy. He walked down from the podium and walked towards Zuo Si with a gloomy face.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" He was full of resentment.

"Is this not a bad thing?" Zuo Si looked puzzled.

Marshall fell silent.

Yes, strictly speaking, this is not a bad thing. Who would have thought that he was so unlucky? At least one or two of their team must be neutral or Lige faction. Who would have thought that they would all be Teng Yun faction? .

Under normal circumstances, he shouldn't be so embarrassed, and he should even shine because of his special paint.

Marshall was left speechless by the question and had to keep his mouth shut.

"Forget it, let's go back now." Marshall couldn't argue with Zuo Si every time, and he had given up struggling.

"You two are going back together, do you live together?" Qin Yingda was the quickest to respond, she asked in surprise.

"That's right, isn't someone going to hunt him down recently? That's why Tang Xiu took him in temporarily, after all Lige owes him." Zuo Si nodded his head as a matter of course.

"Wow, what is the home of the richest man in the interstellar world like? Is it particularly luxurious, the kind that looks like a thief with money, and there are many, many artificial intelligence and small robots." Qin Yingda immediately began to gossip.

Marshall closed his mouth and glanced at Zuo Si, Zuo Si smiled gently at him.

Marshall shrank his head and nodded.

Let the girl, a little more fantasy.

……

The campus mecha competition finally came to an end, and the mecha paint developed by Lige brought out by Zuo Si naturally sparked a heated discussion.

Unexpectedly, Lige is still developing this kind of thing while participating in the competition. It is indeed the largest enterprise in the interstellar world.

They had naively thought that Teng Yun might be able to beat Lige this time because their knowledge was too shallow.

……

"boom!"

In the huge office, only a loud noise was heard.

Zuo Mingcheng frowned, and he looked at Timothy Ackerman, the owner of the Tengyun Group who smashed the glass in front of him.

The car was standing there, not saying a word from the beginning to now.

"How did you tell me at the time?" Timothy Ackerman's words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

There was also a huge light screen in front of him, on which was Zuo Si who was smiling brightly, and Marshall who was sticking out his tongue beside him.

From the actual start of the Mecha Contest, all the news headlines have been taken over by that family.

Either it is the right thought to participate in the star network mecha competition, or the left thought to participate in the campus mecha competition.

Think right and think left, it is a perfect seamless link to occupy the traffic.

Teng Yun spent a lot of publicity expenses during this period, trying to occupy a little topic, but unfortunately all failed.

Just yesterday, they even did not hesitate to use the fact that the car fell into the water to stir up heat. Even if it was negative or funny news, they wanted to grab some traffic.

After finally spending a large amount of money, things turned around a bit, but the paint that Zuo Si took out in the campus mech competition took all the wind away when he turned his head.

"I've tried my best." Che Zi replied calmly.

Although the result this time was indeed beyond his expectations, the variable did not lie with him, but with the guy who appeared out of nowhere.

He is not prepared to take full responsibility, whoever wants to take responsibility can go.

Timothy's brows twitched, and he didn't dare to say anything to the car.

He is a powerful mecha master. When they signed the contract, in order to win him over, he left without paying any price.

If the car really ran away, he would have no chance of winning at all, not to mention defeating Lige, it would be difficult for him to get a piece of the cake.

The car really can't be scolded, Timothy turned his gun on Zuo Mingcheng.

"I'm going to wonder if you did it on purpose." Timothy sneered.

"After all, you are now Tang Xiu's father-in-law, so it should be very easy to abandon the dark and turn to the bright."

Zuo Mingcheng's unchanged face finally had a crack.

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The big Boss who has no face is shown without any face

感谢在2020-02-2423:45:28~2020-02-2521:33:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: sinking into the world, too much noise 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!