I will be a master in the future

No matter how noisy the people on the forum were, Mo Wen didn't go back to watch it again, because he didn't expect that he would explode again. Since Warner succeeded in proposing marriage, the two of them stayed together every day and were stickier than before.

In Amber's words, it was blinding his dog's eyes.

Single dogs also need care, okay?Caring for animals is everyone's responsibility.

Many people had seen the process of Warner's marriage proposal before, and of course the media soon got the news. Whether it was a website or a newspaper, for several days, the headlines were all about the successful proposal of the little prince Warner to the first assistant teacher Mo Wen.

Even the serious and honest news broadcast narrated the news in a lofty tone.

Mo Wen's fans finally gave up. They didn't see it with their own eyes no matter how much it was rumored before, and the person involved didn't personally say about the engagement, but once the news came out, they couldn't deceive themselves anymore.

There are excuses to say fake news just by publishing in the newspaper, but the news network is so authoritative, they never broadcast fake news.

Another game ended, standing at the gate of the field and looking at the sun that had not yet set in the sky, Mo Wen sighed and said, "It's too easy to win."

Warner led Mo Wen forward, "Humility makes people progress."

The competition has been more than half up to now. Fifty groups of students from ten colleges are in the knockout round every day, and about 10 groups have been eliminated in the first round.

With fewer teams left, the competition is getting tougher.

There are only two teams left at Horst College, Warner and the others and Ronald's team. Claude's team has just been announced to be eliminated.

Standing in front of the announcement screen, Mo Wen and Warner looked at each other, then frowned.

In terms of strength, Claude and the others are even stronger than Ronald and the others. Losing one game may be due to encountering a master, but losing two games in a row is a bit unbelievable.

"Maybe someone is sick?" Mo Wen guessed.

"Impossible." Warner vetoed it. "This is a humane game. If a teammate is temporarily sick, the game can be suspended for one day. But in order to reduce cheating, experts will come to diagnose."

So that was the case, Mo Wen nodded and fell into deep thought again.

Could it be that there are really super masters hidden in this academy?

At this time, Warner's optical brain suddenly rang. He picked it up and looked, "It's Ronald."

Mo Wen raised his eyebrows, "Why is he looking for you all of a sudden?"

"I don't know." Warner shook his head, then pressed the light brain, and Ronald's voice came out.

"Warner, I have something important to tell you, are you in the dormitory now?"

Ronald's voice was tense, which made Mo Wen's expression suddenly serious.

"You wait, I'm going back to the dormitory now." Warner said, and Mo Wen hurried back to the dormitory, "Okay, you can talk."

After a pause, Ronald said: "Do you know about Claude and the others being eliminated this afternoon?"

"I know." Warner moved his optical brain, and Ronald's figure appeared on the screen.

"Someone has tampered with it." Ronald's face was very ugly, and he said to the two of Warner, "Claude's mecha was secretly destroyed."

Mo Wen was startled, there are still people playing tricks in this kind of competition.

Warner became serious, looked at Ronald and said, "How did you know this, are you sure?"

"Sure." Ronald looked serious, "Our team played in the morning today, and Ronald's game time is about the same as yours. If Uriel wants to see Claude, we will go with him."

"During the game, I saw that Claude's operation was very awkward. The whole person couldn't let go. Because the whole person had no rhythm, he also started to fail when commanding, and he lost very quickly."

Speaking of Ronald's face getting worse and worse, "After the game, Claude didn't say a word, and walked out with a sullen face. When he saw us, he said 'Pay attention to the mecha' and left."

I saw Ronald say "Pay attention to mechs..."

Mo Wen didn't even need to think about it, there must be something wrong with Claude's mech, otherwise why would he say such a sentence without thinking.

Before leaving, he told Ronald to be careful not to overturn the gutter.

Warner frowned tightly: "Who did this kind of thing, I will notify the academy to investigate and monitor."

Ronald sighed: "It's time to check, otherwise the game will be in chaos. You should pay attention to protecting the mecha, and don't follow Claude's old path."

Seeing that Warner was lost in thought, Mo Wen replied for him: "Thank you Ronald, for coming here to inform the news."

"Sure, we've known each other for so long." Ronald looked at Mo Wen and said, "You guys should be busy, I should go eat."

After the call with Ronald was over, Warner immediately wanted to go to the monitoring room to watch the monitoring, but Mo Wen stopped him immediately.

"It's useless to go now. That person must have avoided the monitor, or there was something wrong with the monitor."

Warner calmed down. This kind of behavior of destroying other people's mechs in the elite competition has constituted a crime. Once found out, he will be arrested, so the person who did this must have a high IQ crime.

People with high IQs are generally not easy to investigate after committing a crime, because they know how to erase the evidence of the crime, so that ordinary people cannot find out.

Showing helplessness, Warner had no choice but to ask Mo: "Let's go eat."

The matter of finding the prisoner should still be handed over to the relevant departments for investigation. They have a lot of experience, and it is believed that it is only a matter of time before this person is found.

The investigators came very quickly. After they dispersed the irrelevant students, they sealed the storage place where Claude's original mecha was stored, and no one could enter.

Many students gathered around to point and point, and most of them didn't quite understand what happened.

When Mo Wen and Warner walked out of the cafeteria, there were already quite a few people around the No. 2 venue, and they all wanted to know what happened inside.

"Warner." Someone in the distance suddenly waved and called Warner.

Mo Wen looked up and saw a strange middle-aged man. Although he was middle-aged, he was well maintained, tall and muscular.

Warner led Mo Wen over and called out in a low voice, "Uncle Marcus."

The uncle named Marcus showed a slight smile, first looked at Mo Wen, then turned to Warner, with a teasing face: "I didn't expect Amber, who can speak well, is still single, but you are about to get engaged. The date is set Yet?"

Warner said calmly: "Come on, mother and father are discussing, are you here for this mecha destruction?"

Mo Wen smiled inwardly, the topic turned really tough.

Marcus didn't mind changing the subject, so he replied, "I'll come to see Amber. Your Uncle Roy is always worried at home. It just so happened that I came over to take a look."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something, "Do you know where the monitoring room is, I want to go to the monitoring room."

"I know." Mo Wen nodded.

Markus said: "Then take me to have a look. I want to know how capable that student is. He dared to fight against the entire law."

monitoring room.

Marcus asked the college staff to call up the night and morning videos. Although the motive for committing the crime at night may be higher, it does not rule out that the action may be in the morning.

The three of them watched the surveillance playback and found nothing wrong, so they had to ask someone to play it again.

This time Mo Wen found something was wrong.

"At the entrance of the venue, the branches of the big tree are too long. It is impossible for the big tree in the No. 2 venue to cover half of the camera's field of view." Mo Wen pointed to the display screen, "It is very likely that someone used other branches to block it. gone."

"That makes sense." Marcus nodded.

There is no camera in the mech storage place of the competition venue, but there are cameras in the competition venue, but this kind of monitoring has blind spots. If you walk close to the corner, be careful and you will not be discovered.

The only thing that didn't have a blind spot was the camera at the entrance of the field, which could completely record everyone entering the field, but it was half blocked by someone with a tree branch.

Shaking his head helplessly, Marcus smiled wryly: "There are specialists in surgery, so we still need to hire experts.

What this means is that he can't see anything.

On the way back to the dormitory, Mo Wen asked Warner, "Was that Pearl's father just now?"

"Yes, it's not a low position to work under my father." Warner replied.

"I don't know how many days until I can go back to the academy." Compared with Illinois, Mo Wen is still more used to Horst.

Holding Mo Wen's hand, Warner said with a gentle expression, "Hurry up, we'll get engaged when the elite competition is over."

"It's so fast, I just calculated, and it's only two days away from the end." This can already be counted as lightning speed.

"Is it fast? I don't think so." Warner turned his head and looked at Mo Wenwen: "It would be great if the game ended today."

Mo Wen: "..." This is already a blatant confession, young man, your love words are really easy to come by.

When resting at night, Mo Wen just remembered that if there are only two days, the dress is too rushed, will there be any phenomenon that it will not fit well.

Telling Warner his concerns, Warner just smiled after hearing it, and it was rare that Mo Wen didn't reply immediately.

Mo Wen pushed Warner: "Tell me, when did you measure my size?"

Since Warner has this expression, it means that the dress must have been made a long time ago, but Mo Wen really doesn't know when Warner stole the measurement.

"No amount." Warner shook his head in denial.

"I don't believe it." Mo Wen looked at Warner suspiciously.

"It's really not measured." Warner stretched out his hands uncomfortably, and then said, "If you insist on measuring, then you should measure it with your hands."

Don't ask "..."

He is the police uncle, who often speaks pornographic language.

Seeing Mo Wen lying down again speechless, Warner stretched his arms over, "I don't know if the waistline is accurate, I'll feel it again."

While talking about placing two paws on Mo Wen's waist, Warner suddenly said in shock, "Why are you so thin?"

No way, Mo Wen touched it with his hand, he can't be thin now, the dress doesn't fit well, you can tell at a glance.

"I don't feel it." Mo Wen sat up and lifted his pajamas to look.

"I'll try." Warner said, moving his hands restlessly on Mo Wen's waist.

If Mo Wen didn't know that Warner was coaxing him, he would be short-sighted. He knocked off Warner's hand and got under the quilt.

How can Warner just let it go, he has been vegetarian for too long, and now his eyes are almost green.

Mo Wen began to struggle a bit, and after Warner provoked his affection, the two began to fight heartily.

Warner wanted to come again after the first round, but Mo Wen gasped and stopped him: "There is still a match tomorrow."

This sentence is more effective than anything else, Warner felt sorry for Mo Wen, so he went to the bathroom to take a bath by himself.

The dress was ready, the date was set, and the engagement procedure was handled by Mrs. Warner's mother, Mrs. Yvette. Mo Wen didn't have to think about anything, just wait for the day to pass.

The time is so urgent that it will be too late if you don’t notify your friends, so before the game, Mo Wen urgently notified Pearl, his mentor, and of course Phoebe.

Phoebe was already engaged, but her engagement was unceremonious.

Not all engagements are held on a grand scale. Some people think that the relationship between the two families can be understood by each other. There is no need to make a fuss about marriage and engagement, so they just skip this step. The wedding is the most important thing anyway.

Mo Wen wanted to get engaged secretly, so that everyone would save trouble.But even if the reporter wants to break his head, he will find a way to get in. In the words of Warner's mother Yvette, it is better to show it openly than to cover it up.

The palace also announced this news in advance, which is to tell reporters that you don't want to be party, and you will all have a place at that time.

After the reporters received the goodwill, they would definitely do their best to publicize it. For a while, the newspapers were full of reports, and they were all positive news.

The hard work of the reporters was very effective, no, even Mo Wen's opponent knew that the two were engaged the day after tomorrow.

"Congratulations in advance on your engagement, but I will not show mercy." Before the opening, the head of the other party dropped such a sentence.

If it is useful to speak harshly, then the police are not needed. Although the words sounded very powerful, Mo Wen and the others still beat the opponent into a dog.

Although Warner said that he didn't need to worry about the rumors on the school's Internet, Mo Wen was a little brooding. Isn't it just a fast pace, and it's not like he can't fight.

Mo Wen habitually concealed his skills, so even Warner didn't know how many tricks he had. If Mo Wen got serious, even he himself couldn't estimate the extent of the damage.

The Dough Manager is as cautious as Warner. Originally, he wanted to test each other at the beginning, but he didn't expect Warner to come over at the beginning, and cooperated with the assistant to kill them by surprise.

Until he walked out of the field, the leader was still a little dazed.

"I probably created the world record for the shortest time in an elite competition." The team leader murmured, "Unfortunately, it was the shortest time to lose."

"Head, what are you talking about, it's time to go." The teammate reminded.

"Oh." He quickly followed.

With another victory, it means that Mo Wen is about to face the final boss, just like playing a game level, it finally came to an end.

"I don't know who will compete with us in the last game." Sitting on the sofa, Mo Wen said.

"Probably Gerald of Illinois." Warner replied while browsing the news.

Suddenly, his eyes paused for a moment: "Spindu, the munitions boss, has been missing for five days and is suspected to be under secret investigation."

"Arms boss?" Mo Wen glanced at Warner's optical brain, "Could it be that he is still smuggling?"

"I don't know, my father never mentioned politics at home." Warner replied.