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"how?"

In the dimly lit room, the red-haired man clasped his fists and asked.

On the huge light screen, a string of dazzling data rolled over. A white-robed man sat in front of the light screen, his eyes reflecting the fluorescence emitted by the data.

Entering the last command on the holographic key, the man in white robe leaned back, stretched his waist and sighed.

"Amazing, amazing, it's unbelievable! Vickery, tell me, are there some perverts born in this world, who are born different from ordinary people?"

Vickery glanced at him impatiently.

"I have one pervert right in front of me. Don't talk too much, just talk about the result."

"Okay, I know you're impatient. After all, people are a little different this time." With a strange smile, the white-robed man pulled Vickery over and pointed at one of the data. "Look this way."

"You..." Unprepared and yanked over, Vickery was a little angry, but suddenly froze when his eyes scanned the data.

"This, it's impossible!" The red-haired teacher, who has always been calm and reserved, rarely showed a shocked expression.

He was really surprised by the data in front of him, it was an orange A.

Under normal circumstances, only the S grade is red, and the other grades are uniformly blue.So it is self-evident how abnormal the orange-red A-level is.

"That's it."

Tapping the orange A on the light screen with his fingers, the white-robed man smiled. "That's why I said, he's a pervert. It's just the first time I've actually piloted a mecha, and the ability of spirit has a tendency to break through A-level and rise to S-level. Hey, Vickery, I said you are Where did you find this weird flower?"

"I didn't pick it up, he came to 'remedial lessons'." Vickery had already restrained his emotions, and replied lightly.

"Are you kidding? A pervert of this level still needs to make up lessons?" The white-robed man was a little disdainful, but he was taken aback in the middle of the sentence, and then couldn't believe it. "It can't be that, the 'joke' made by the dean?"

"It's not a joke, it's a test." Vickery corrected him. "Freshmen who admit that they have never piloted mechas in the first class will get extra remedial opportunities. This is also a test of their minds. Mecha pilots who cannot honestly face their own shortcomings cannot go well. How far. So..."

Seeing that Vickery was about to start another lecture on mech pilots, the man in white robe interrupted him quickly.

"Okay, okay! I understand, this is a test, not a joke!" As he said this, the white-robed man was slandering in his heart.Isn't it the product of the dean's drunken dispute with the speaker at the dinner party? Even if the essence is not a joke, the way this test was born is too funny.

"Well, since you have come twice to ask me to personally test this freshman, I think you really value him. Why don't you tell me?" Looking towards Vickery, the white-robed man asked. "what's your plan?"

The red-haired teacher was silent for a moment before raising his head to answer. "Next month, I will recommend him to participate in the Battle of Klein."

"..." An eerie silence echoed in the room, and after a while, there was a roar. "What are you kidding!?"

The sound of angry reprimands lingered in the room, filled with the astonishment and anger of its owner, and lasted for three days.

Not many people knew about the turmoil in the laboratory building of Clemson College.

At this time, Cheng Zhen returned to the Baiguan, intending to clear the thoughts in his mind.

There are too many facts that happened today, and the black-haired boy suddenly felt caught off guard.Whether it was the actual combat training that Usta suddenly proposed, or the victory obtained by forming a team with senior Chris, and the words of unclear meaning that Teacher Vickery said at the end.These were all turned into fragments and filled Cheng Zhen's mind one by one.

The fullness of its information made the black-haired boy feel that if he didn't clear up his thoughts, he might be paralyzed by the information processor of his brain.

However, what Cheng Zhen paid more attention to was the last sentence that Vickery said.

"Battle of Klein." For this somewhat unfamiliar term, Cheng Zhen felt an inexplicable agitation.Just whispering and repeating in a low voice, it was as if there was faint blood stirring in the body.

What is the Battle of Klein?

"Cheng Zhen."

Suddenly there was a shout from behind, and the young Muran, who was still immersed in his thoughts, turned his head.

"Sorry, I saw that you didn't close the door, so you just came in." The chief of the Golden Clan, Leiber, pointed to the door that Cheng Zhen opened.The tall and slender Bertutan was standing slightly inward from the door of Cheng Zhen's room.Immediately, they squeezed into the single room of two people, which seemed a little narrow.

"...It's okay, I just forgot to close it myself. Did you ask me for something?" Seeing the open door, Cheng Zhen came back to his senses.I didn't expect to be so dazed that I went upstairs and entered the house, not remembering to close the door.He couldn't help but feel a little bit surprised. The appearance of himself standing here talking to himself just now must have been seen by this Botutan tribe.

Seeing a trace of embarrassment on the face of the usually calm black-haired boy, Leiber raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"I'm just here to deliver a message. There is someone outside who claims to be your friend waiting for you. Ask me to come in and deliver a message."

"Friends?" If they were in Clemson College, the person who has the best relationship with Cheng Zhen at present is undoubtedly Misaqi.But doesn't he have the contact information of his own communicator? How did he find it in person?

"Oops!"

Thinking of the communicator, Cheng Zhen turned and looked towards the bed.Sure enough, the black wrist watch looked silent at this time, obviously the lack of induction power supply stopped working.

No wonder Misaqi came to the door. When Cheng Zhen went to training, he took off the Suguang watch in order not to interfere with the signal of the mecha.The watch that lost the support of the induction force has already run out of energy at this time and shut down.

"Sorry, I have to trouble you to come over here." Thinking of Misaqi who was still waiting outside the door, Cheng Zhen hurriedly walked out.There were so many things today that he almost forgot about the others. Misaqi didn't come here to ask the teacher for his neglect, did he?

Leiber also left Cheng Zhen's room.He stood in the corridor on the second floor, watching the black-haired boy quickly run out of the house.An obscure light flashed in those dark golden eyes.

"The Battle of Klein..."

Non-principal students are not allowed to enter the White Hall, so Misaqi can only stand outside the door and wait.

The Ryan star stood at the door, looking into the door from time to time.Thinking of the Golden Clan who inexplicably offered to help him spread the news, Misaqi was also puzzled.The Bertutans have always been known for their aloofness and arrogance, and they seldom communicate with people outside their own tribe.Why did the Chief of the Golden Clan just now offer to help him?

Leiber Bertutan, Misaqi still remembers the name of this person, the chief freshman who spoke before Cheng Zhen on the opening ceremony.

Cheng Zhen, when did he have such a good relationship with the members of the Golden Clan, and he still hides it from me? !

Thinking about it, Misaqi felt a little bit of a taste in his heart.

"Misaki!"

Here, the Ryan star was angry at his friend's concealment. Cheng Zhen, who had just walked out of the White Hall, saw him and shouted.

Misaqi raised his head and saw the black-haired boy walking down the steps of the White House, with a faint aura that made others dare not look directly at him.

The dark blue and black first-year uniform looked particularly experienced and handsome on the black-haired boy, adding a bit of youthful heroism.The tall but not slender figure that has been exercised, the muscle mass that appears and disappears with walking, exudes a youthful strength.

Cheng Zhen, who walked down the steps, seemed to have been completely reborn.The appearance that was already excellent before, now makes people feel more handsome and compelling and dare not look directly at him.

"Cheng...Cheng, Cheng, Cheng Zhen!?" Misaqi opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a fist.

"It's only been a day, why are you stuttering?" Cheng Zhen walked up to his friend and looked at his startled reaction with amused expression.His aura changed after going through actual combat, but I didn't notice it at all.

Hearing Cheng Zhen's words, Misaqi came back to his senses.The person in front of him is not some big man from interstellar, but his friend who has been missing for a whole day.

"What else do I want to ask you? Where did you go today, and I can't even contact you. You want me to come all the way to find you."

The distance between Baiguan and ordinary dormitories is not short, but it is only about 10 minutes away.Misaki's words inevitably contained exaggeration.But Cheng Zhen accepted it completely. He smiled apologetically and hurriedly explained.

"It's my fault. I'm a little busy today. I forgot about you for a while."

"Forgot about me?!" Misaqi raised his eyebrows, and became even more aggrieved after hearing the explanation.He struggled with Cheng Zhen and Cassia for a day and a night, which was good, but the person involved forgot about himself as the middleman.Fortunately, he came to visit Cheng Zhen today to see if the black-haired boy was angry because of what happened yesterday.

"Sorry, I really have too many things to do." Cheng Zhen smiled wryly. "Today is a strange day for me."

Not to mention the sudden actual combat training, just the last sentence Vickery said made Cheng Zhen think about it until now.In the Human Alliance, the high-level files related to mechas are not accessible to ordinary people, so Cheng Zhen has no idea what this "Battle of Klein" means.

Just listening to Teacher Vickery's tone seems to be a very important thing.

"Huh? So busy?" Misaqi couldn't help asking, aroused by Cheng Zhen's words. "What is it that bothers you so much?"

Looking at the curious Ryan Starman, Cheng Zhen hesitated how to speak.It suddenly occurred to him that, as a student of the intelligence department, Misaqi might know some information.At the moment, he asked with some expectation. "The tutor will recommend me to participate in the battle of Klein next month. Do you know anything?"

"What did you say----!!"

Exaggeratedly prolonging the lingering sound of exclamation, Misaqi's stunned reaction was comparable to that of a certain white-robed man.