Become a Two-dimensional hero

"stand up."

Mozart lay on his back on the cushion like a dead fish.Seeing him standing there, Qin Tian said, "Let's stop here today."

Mozart straightened up like a carp and jumped up from the ground. This unlucky day was over.Before he could stand still, Qin Tian suddenly punched, and the wind of the fist approached him. Mozart instinctively leaned back. The chassis was originally unstable. With this leaning, he sat down on the ground again.

Qin Tian smiled and said, "I'll check and accept the results."

Mozart sitting on the ground: "..." The male god seems to be quite dark-bellied.

Qin Tian stretched out his hand to Mozart, and Mozart stood up with his strength.Qin Tian: "Shall we go back to the dormitory together?"

Mozart looked at the small part of the peregrine falcon that hadn't finished rolling on the ground, and said regretfully, "No, I haven't cleaned it yet."

Qin Tian followed suit and said, "You are quite an intelligent robot, you can clean and play music."

Mozart laughed dryly: "Yes, haha."

Qin Tian waved to Mozart, said goodbye and left.Mozart kept looking at his back, until Qin Tian walked around a corner and could no longer see him, then he looked away.

The peregrine finally rolled to his feet, making a dissatisfied "beep".Mozart reassured him perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I'll go back and refuel you... well, you don't seem to need to refuel."

Peregrine Falcon was even more dissatisfied, he didn't even know that he was solar charging.All three of his lights turned yellow and were persistent.

It was already night, because the school hadn't officially started yet, and the street lights beside the road were not on.Mozart strolled back to the dormitory leisurely, followed by the peregrine falcon that kept lighting up, and the three light bulbs were particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

It didn't matter if he turned on the yellow light, but it got worse and started to turn on the miserable green light, just like a haunted film set.Three green lights, like will-o'-the-wisps, floated in the night, up and down.

Mozart felt the surprised gazes cast by passers-by from time to time.After a student exclaimed "Ghost!", he compromised: "I was wrong, what do you want from me."

The peregrine falcon thought about it, and the lion opened his mouth: "Don't use me as a sweeping robot, praise me every day when you wake up, let me bask in the sun regularly, don't use me as a butt pad..." He was rambling Fifty or sixty items are listed.

Mozart: "..." He counted with his fingers at first, but then he couldn't make it, and he stopped directly: "Enough! You should still shine!"

Peregrine disagreed, and the two bargained.Finally, Mozart finalized: "Everything else is rejected, and I can praise you every day."

Peregrine Falcon added: "It cannot be repeated."

Mozart: "...Okay." He rolled his eyes, narcissist!

When he arrived at the dormitory, Mozart took a comfortable bath, washed off his fatigue, and was about to jump on the bed to rest, when the familiar sound of opening the door sounded again.

Wei Qian opened the balcony door and said with a cheap smile: "I knew you were back as soon as I heard the sound. Have you finished sweeping the training ground?"

Although Mozart really wanted to tear down the balcony door and pour cement over it, he would cut off contact with the neighbor from then on.But Wei Qian helped him somehow today, so he could only perfunctory Wei Qian with panda eyes.

However, as long as Wei Qian is given some sunshine, it will be brilliant. Even if Mozart just answered him with a very indifferent "Oh, um, is it?", he still keeps talking.

"Tsk tsk, have you read the campus forum? The area in the training ground is haunted."

Mozart let out a casual "hmm", and then reacted, the period changed into a question mark, and the ending sound was lengthened: "Huh?"

He hurriedly moved to Wei Qian's side and looked at the holographic screen projected by the smart brain on his wrist. He saw a post titled "I saw with my own eyes, there are ghosts in the school" on the front page, and the students replied from time to time. This post is at the top.

Mozart looked at the content in detail, and the person who posted the post swears that there are ghosts in the training ground. The ghost has a green face and fangs, one eye socket is black, and there is a green will-o’-the-wisp flying behind it, flying in the air. If he didn’t run fast , I am afraid that he has been killed.

Mozart with a blue face and fangs: "..." He exchanged a glance with Peregrine Falcon, then looked away, talking nonsense to Wei Qian: "How is it possible, he must be making up a story haha."

Wei Qian nodded in agreement: "I think so. What age is this? It's still a ghost. It's because the government's compulsory education has not been done well."

Mozart turned on his intellectual brain, boarded the forum, and prepared to criticize this blind poster, what is blue-faced fangs!He is obviously handsome and unrestrained.

Just as he was typing a long string of words with flying fingers and was about to post, he saw a new comment. The person whose ID called impulsiveness is the devil left a message saying: "Where there are ghosts, go to the doctor if you are blind."

Mozart silently liked him, and when the post was refreshed, the impulsive devil spoke again: "Look, take a look, three months later, the Freshman Cup Mech Fighting Competition, please support Teacher Chen Chong and join Teacher Chen Chong The team is the first step for you to win the championship."

The corner of Mozart's eyes twitched, he clicked into the personal homepage of this ID, and found that almost all of his message records were similar to the above paragraph.All the major posts on the homepage have his replies, just like a counterfeit drug dealer who is chasing after others to sell Amway.

Mozart silently canceled the like again, but fuck him!

Wei Qian came over again: "Teacher Chen Chong really does everything to attract people."

Mozart: "Why did he pull people?"

"Because the team he led has never won! You don't know, there are about [-] freshmen in our school, and they are led by three teachers for summer military training. You know Chen Chong and Lu Zhen, and there is a girl Teacher Wu Lin."

"We still have girls in our school!" Mozart exclaimed.

Wei Qian patted Mozart with an expression of "you are still too young": "Don't even think about it. In a place like a military academy, can women be good stubble? Have you never watched a TV series? Walking in the rivers and lakes, I would rather provoke a big man , and don't provoke the old, young, women and children who are on the road alone. Wu Lin and Chen Chong participated in the mech fighting competition of the army, and their combination was nicknamed "Farewell My Concubine."

"Why is Teacher Wu Lin Yu Ji?"

Wei Qian shook his head violently: "No, no, concubine Yu is Chen Chong, and Wu Lin is the overlord. Because the combination of the two has nothing to do with each other, Wu Lin left Concubine Yu and Chen Chong in the beginning to go one-on-one, so it's called Farewell My Concubine. "

Mozart: "..." He imagined Yu Ji Chen Chong's shy face and couldn't help laughing.

Wei Qian cleared his throat: "Ahem, let's get too far, let's continue to talk about why Teacher Chen Chong wants to pull people. The new mecha fighting competition will be held two months after the official start of the school. When the school officially starts, the registration for the competition will start. At that time, you can choose freely. Fighting instructor. The competition will also form three teams based on the three instructors. That is to say, whoever you choose will join the team. Teacher Wu Lin is a general who always wins, and teacher Lu Zhen is a newcomer. No one knows yet His strength."

Wei Qian looked around, as if someone was about to eavesdrop on his news, and carefully leaned into Mozart's ear: "But I have a gossip. It is said that Teacher Lu Zhen is very powerful, and he should be a dark horse."

Mozart pushed away Wei Qian's big face that was about to stick on it, Wei Qian smiled meanly: "What are you afraid of, don't worry, me." He patted his chest: "A straight man like steel."

Mozart pointed to the disc-shaped peregrine falcon on the ground: "The shell is made of steel, and it is bent into a circle."

Wei Qian: "..." Facts speak louder than words, and he changed the subject: "Anyway, Mr. Chen Chong has never won a game with his students for so many years, and I don't know what happened to him. In fact, his personal strength is not bad. One time he was only one step away from the championship, but on the eve of the finals, in order to boost morale, he treated his seed player to a seafood feast, but unexpectedly, the seed player was allergic to seafood and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."

Mozart: "...to be so unlucky."

Wei Qian concluded: "Probably there is no championship life, so I can only deceive newcomers who don't know the details. I told you all the news. How about it, is it true or not?"

"Tie Tie Tie, all right, all right, you can go."

Wei Qian covered his chest, feeling aggrieved like an abandoned daughter-in-law. He accused Mozart: "Kick me out after hearing the news! You are ruthless!"

Ruthless Mozart: "Otherwise, do you want to stay and sleep with me?"

The steel-like straight man pondered for two seconds, thinking that sleeping with such a tough guy would ruin his innocence, so he left voluntarily.