Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Numerical Simulation Laboratory.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Gu Yue sat on the workbench beside him, looked at Mo Ziling's busy back, and asked.

Yan Tong stretched out his hand and pulled out the keyboard of the workbench, entered a series of instructions, and said without raising his head: "You should have obtained most of the subject, and there are still a few things that I experimented on myself. Charles and the others should I don’t know—what’s the ID of your terminal? I’ll send it to you in a package.”

"No need," Gu Yue stretched out his hand and slid off the workbench, "I originally took up your project to help Charles, but now there is no need for it. I didn't intend to ask for the name of the person in charge. I have already contacted the internship of the Third Fleet, and you—”

"I don't need it either," Yan Tong pushed the keyboard back, still sitting still, a little bluntly said: "I have other things to do."

Gu Yue was taken aback, raised his eyebrows slightly, but Yan Tong continued to say bluntly: "After giving you this bunch of codes, you should have no excuse to come to me, student Gu?"

"I……"

Yan Tong stood up and put a few printed papers on the workbench into his bag. Gu Yue saw the titles of the two papers with sharp eyes, and couldn't help asking in surprise, "Have you switched to space science?"

The expression of the young master of the Mo family was a little flustered, and then he was replaced by his usual domineering.He threw the backpack behind his back, pretending that Gu Yue hadn't asked this question before turning around and walking towards the door.

Gu Yue secretly smiled inwardly——Mo Ziling, as always, was not good at covering up.

He was not interested in why Mo Ziling went to study space science, but when Yan Tong walked to the door, he suddenly stopped him: "Do you know what people say about you in school now?"

Yan Tong raised his head, his expression became more and more domineering, but his feet stopped.

When Gu Yue saw him standing at the door, he knew there was something going on, and immediately continued: "Hall is the champion now, the champion, you know—the Betas and Omega of the whole school are trying their best to stick to him to please Hall The easiest thing to do is to slander you."

Yan Tong sneered lightly.

——He didn't know what Gu Yue said.During the three days after the mecha competition ended, many classmates who had met him once saw him and immediately ran away from him, as if he was carrying a deadly infectious disease virus.

"He is jealous," Gu Yue looked into Yan Tong's eyes, and said seriously and softly, "He is jealous that you dare to dump him, he is jealous that you can still succeed in school after dumping him, he is also jealous You actually have other Alpha pursuits."

Yan Tong's hand was already on the doorknob, and he couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this.

"Yes," Gu Yue smiled gracefully and gracefully, "That Alpha with short eyes is me."

There was a sudden jump in Yan Tong's heart, and he immediately realized what Gu Yue wanted to tell him, "Is someone bothering you?"

"Not many can beat me." Gu Yue said with a smile.

Routine, Yan Tong thought, first come to him to pretend to care and take the opportunity to sell miserably, and finally show his charm. All the rhythm of the conversation is in his hands. Patrick is still a bit taller, and his only weakness is that he doesn't have such a prominent background.

He turned around silently, pushed the door out, and didn't tell Gu Yue that the Alpha whom Patrick hated was actually someone else.

----

On the way to the campus, Yan Tong realized that Gu Yue's estimation of the situation was still too optimistic.

Those who can be admitted to the First Military Academy are all the young elites of the empire; and when many young elites are put together, it is easy to cause various problems; unfortunately, so far, Mo Ziling himself is the one question.

He could smell the mecha starting up as he walked on the road.

Yan Tong put his hands in his pockets, turned a blind eye to all the strange eyes around him, and was going to find a quiet place to report the progress to His Majesty Lin Ze.

However, his wish was doomed to fail.

——The first is because, as long as there is him in the current campus, it is destined to be impossible to be quiet; the second is because several Betas are walking towards him, forming a fan shape, faintly surrounding him in the middle.

Yan Tong recognized the Bate in the middle.

That's one of only two Betas to reach the top 32 this year who have met each other on the field.

Just as Yan Tong thought of the word "playing field", he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the Beta in the middle took a step forward and said to him: "I heard that under His Majesty's request, the sons of nobles in the empire have to learn certain mecha driving skills. Mr. Mo should not be able to do it?"

Yan Tong said unceremoniously: "I won't."

That Beta took another step forward and asked, "Really not?"

Yan Tong didn't bother to pay attention to him, didn't even bother to take his hands out of his pockets, and walked towards the dormitory building, intending to go back to the dormitory to avoid difficulties for a while.

A man in the encirclement moved three steps to the left, just blocking his way.

Yan Tong turned his head, glanced at the man with indescribable emotions, then raised his left wrist, intending to send two messages from the terminal for help.

Immediately someone realized what he was thinking and shouted: "Don't let him ask for help!"

Yan Tong took a step back.

He really didn't expect his dear Mr. Patrick to do such a thing - as an Alpha noble, instructing a group of Betas to do something to his former Omega.

At this time, other students had noticed the movement here, but the protagonist who saw the movement was Mo Ziling, who had been making a lot of noise recently, so they all stopped and watched with the mentality of watching the show.

Yan Tong took another step back, looked at the group of Betas who rushed forward, took off the personal terminal from his left wrist and threw it on the ground.

Several Betas didn't know whether to continue, they all turned to look at their leader.

The leader couldn't make up his mind, and was about to get some suggestions from the faces of his companions, when he heard a voice behind him say:

"You are very self-aware, Mo Ziling."

The Lord has arrived.

Yan Tong also looked at his former Alpha, and said indifferently: "You are also very well informed about each other."

He looked up and added a title: "My dear Mr. Patrick Hall."

----

Among the crowd of onlookers, the enthusiasm for watching the play is getting higher and higher.Patrick was surprised by Yan Tong's composure, and couldn't help but glance over the piece of personal terminal that was thrown on the ground, then looked at Mo Ziling again, and said, "You should have learned how to operate a mecha."

Several Betas surrounding Yan Tong dispersed, Yan Tong raised his head slightly, looked directly into Alpha's eyes, and said, "It has nothing to do with you."

"No," Patrick said, "I'm going to challenge you."

Yan Tong slightly turned his eyes away, "You are crazy."

"I don't," Patrick said stubbornly, "I asked, and the mech training room is empty now."

Yan Tong didn't want to get entangled with this psychopath, his eyes swept back and forth from Patrick, a few Betas, and the onlookers, thinking about ways to escape.

Patrick challenged him, the Omega, as this year's mech champion, obviously to avenge him, and he didn't even care about his own reputation.If this matter is over, Yan Tong can think of at least fifty ways to pay back to Patrick, but right now...

Right now there is no particularly good way, Yan Tong was delaying time, while quickly searching Mo Ziling's memory for the mecha training he had received, calculating the chance of winning.

The young master of the Mo family has indeed learned how to operate mechas for a few days, but at Mo Ziling's level, it is already very good to be able to guarantee that he will not fall; and Yan Tong was an ace pilot in a mission world last year, although The mech systems of the two worlds are different. He reckoned that he would be fine under Patrick for half a minute, but he had to find a way to bring Mo Ziling back...

He thought so, so he didn't notice that someone came in from the crowd.

It was a young woman in her twenties, tall and tall, wearing a casual white shirt and jeans, with dark brown curly hair hanging behind her shoulders, with an elegant and intellectual oriental appearance.

Where the young woman walked, the crowd automatically gave way—because of her gentle and restrained but undeniable pheromone smell, no one would mistake her gender.

At this time, what could be more exciting than the addition of another Alpha?

Patrick was secretly surprised.

The pheromone smell on this woman can be ranked second in his 23-year-old life, even stronger than his elders - the first is the nameless pheromone smell he smelled from Mo Ziling .

Inside Alpha, the suppressive effect of pheromone is actually extremely strong. Patrick found that he even had the urge to surrender when facing this young woman, so he immediately sneered and said to Yan Tong: "It's your Alpha again? You It’s really possible, Mo Ziling.”

Yan Tong was uncharacteristically standing with his head down. Everyone didn't understand why, but they saw the young woman walking in front of Patrick, blocking Yan Tong behind him very naturally, then raised her head exactly like Mo Ziling, and stretched out her hand to shake her long hair. Pulling his head back, he said lightly, "You are Patrick Hall? Very good, I accept your challenge."

A nameless fear rushed into his mind, Patrick was frightened and angry, and immediately shouted: "No! I am challenging Mo Ziling, you are not qualified!"

"Of course I do." The woman looked at him and said lightly, "My name is Mo Ziyan, and I am Mo Ziling's sister. Before Mo Ziling decides on his life partner, I have the responsibility and obligation to protect him from any form of harm."

The students had never heard such a natural and natural declaration, and someone couldn't help but interjected and asked, "What happens after you decide on your lifelong partner?"

Mo Ziyan even glanced in that person's direction, and replied: "Then I still have the responsibility, but I have no obligation."

The crowd immediately started whispering, and many people's eyes fell on Patrick.Some gazes could even be called unscrupulous, obviously expressing - as far as the attitude towards Omega is concerned, compared with Mo Ziyan, Patrick was immediately left behind.

Yan Tong just lowered his head, took this opportunity, and called out cautiously, "Sister..."

According to Mo Ziling's memory and the information provided by Wu Ye, Mo Ziyan, the second daughter of the Mo family and the first Alpha, was raised as an heir since birth. Most people bring frightening experience.

The specific scares include: Mo Ziyan was born at the time of the decisive battle between the Federation and the Empire, and joined the First Fleet at the age of 15, the year the Empire was established; He completed his Ph.D. in Mathematics and Economics at Peking University, and worked at the Imperial Central Bank until now.

... Yan Tong really didn't dare to mess with his sister.

Most of the onlookers at the First Military Academy were not frightened by Mo Ziyan's experience, but were frightened by Mo Ziyan's pheromones and her confrontation with Patrick. They were also very excited besides being frightened.

"I just said, I accept your challenge." Mo Ziyan ignored Yan Tong, looked at Patrick again, and said, "Now, since you mentioned the time and place of the mecha training room, I will add another one." Requirements: No audience, just the two of us, except... Mo Ziling."

Under the focus of the crowd's eyes, Patrick had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "Okay."

Mo Ziyan nodded slightly, and was about to go to the mecha training ground, when he suddenly remembered something, he glanced back at Yan Tong, "Follow me."

Yan Tong pretended that he didn't want to slip away, and immediately followed.

----

The three of them left for a while before the onlookers dared to speak, chattering about the scene just now.

Someone noticed Mo Ziling's personal terminal thrown on the ground and picked it up, "Hey, isn't this..."

He flipped the terminal over casually, then his expression changed abruptly, he let go of his fingers and jumped up, as if he was holding a piece of hot charcoal in his hand.