I am in love with the planet

"..."

The referees were dumbfounded, as were the teachers and students of other colleges.

They watched helplessly as the colleagues of Depero College transformed themselves, betrayed them, and stretched out their claws to a fair, handsome and weak student, and then...

"Crack" sound.

A group of strange little animals jumped out from some crack in the rock, and the monkey king at the head took a casual glance at the front, and they all disappeared!

Referee: "..."

He struggled to free the restraint belt on his hand, and said to the referee beside him, "Kick me to see if I'm dreaming?"

"Oh."

The referee's limbs were bound and bound, so it was inconvenient to use force, so he stomped his foot, raised his leg, and lightly poked the referee's leg with a sharp knife with long fingers that popped out from the tip of his shoe. butt.

Referee: "..."

"Hiss," he glanced at the blood that came out, and said with complicated eyes, "it seems to be true."

Yuan Lingjun didn't have time to pay attention to the trivia among the referees. He was leading Changyou and Yonghe to untie the innocent people who were tied to the seats one by one.

"one two three four……"

A total of 21 people, ten referees and eleven teachers and students.

Fortunately, Mr. Yong and the others were performing arts in the nearby neighborhood, and they arrived in a timely manner, which prevented these hostages from being further used by the people of De Perot College for some illegal and disciplined things.

"What should we do now?"

After checking the state of the hostages and confirming that they had not suffered any major injuries except for the broken skin on their arms and legs, Yuan Lingjun put his chin on his hands and asked the supreme leader at the scene, Mr. the referee.

The referee didn't say a word, and looked straight at Yong and them.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Where are you from Deperot College?"

"Oh..." Yuan Lingjun's mind turned, and he began to make up nonsense urgently: "Let me introduce to you, these are the intelligent beings that I abducted from other planets... No, the intelligent life attracted by my personality charm is also mine. family."

"In order to support my studies at Eric Academy, they are brave, hard-working, hard-working, and hard-working to support their families. They opened a street stall called 'Shanhai Acrobatic Troupe' on Beiqu Street."

Of course, there is no need to mention such trivial matters as operating without a license.

"squeak--"

Yong He nodded proudly, and threw the black cloth banner that had been hanging on his shoulders behind him.

A blue light flashed, and two lovebirds rushed into the sky with a unicycle, and unfurled banners from left to right, on which were written "Mountain and Sea Circus" in gold-plated characters.

Well-equipped and skilled in business, this is a group of small animals with a career.

"Ah, I remembered!" Suddenly someone exclaimed between the teachers and students: "I have seen your performance! You are the one, the one who let us experience body cutting in the dark room, and finally forced my roommate to go Teacher Yong who performed amnestic surgery!"

"..."

All of a sudden, countless gazes turned to Yonghe.

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

Although Teacher Yong is very indifferent, Yuan Lingjun does not allow his name to be tarnished. How can these people look at a hard-working old artist with perverted eyes?

He defended Teacher Yong: "Isn't it just body cutting? It's all fake. Why are the students' psychological quality so poor now?"

"..."

Students with poor academic and psychological qualities feel that they have been hurt by [-] points.

He turned his gaze from Teacher Yong to Yuan Lingjun, allowing him to experience the feeling of being roasted on a fire.

"Psychological quality is poor, hehe," the student said with grief and indignation: "The 4D holographic horror experience, once you are tricked into the small black room, you will be forced to take a knife and cut your own flesh. If you want to fry it to medium rare, eat it by yourself, and if you throw up, you have to go back to the file and cut it again, you try it?"

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

In fact, this is just a kind of horror movie, bloody and violent genre, no big deal, Mr. Yong has been studying this a few days ago.

He asked, "Have you seen The Silence of the Lambs?"

"no!"

Yuan Lingjun: "..."

"Then you should take a look," he suggested, "You might not be afraid after reading it."

student:"……"

The irrelevant people looked at Teacher Yong not only as if they were looking at a pervert, but as if they were looking at a super pervert hidden in the market.

For Teacher Yong's clear name, Yuan Lingjun racked his brains——

"Even if you are locked up in a small dark room to cut your own meat and eat your own steak, it doesn't mean anything. You chose this project yourself."

"..."

The student choked and covered his face with his hands, as if he wanted to completely erase this painful experience from his memory.

"Yes," he said: "It's a free event for the opening, buy one get one free, no money for no horror, tourists who successfully passed the horror house will also be given a day trip to ride a Pegasus."

"I shouldn't be obsessed with taking advantage of this!"

"The Intercollegiate Robot Contest is coming. In order to prevent abnormalities in the physical examination, I can't go for amnestic surgery, have nightmares every day, and lose ten pounds in a week. Is it easy for me?"

The more he talked, the more sad and indignant he was, and he looked like he was about to cry.

But other people's focus is not on this-

"So you did it voluntarily, and you were not forced to cut your flesh by Teacher Yong?"

"……no."

"Huh, I should have said it earlier." The people around swallowed their hearts, and Yuan Lingjun also heaved a sigh of relief.

In any case, the stigma on Mr. Yong's head was cleared, and he sent a draft back, and he was an innocent terrorist performance artist again.

As for his 4D holographic horror experience...

The matter of the artist, can that be called a metamorphosis?

"I can't help it, the price of the Devourf planet is too expensive." Yuan Lingjun asked the truth, smoothing things over for Teacher Yong: "We come from a small planet on the edge of a remote galaxy. We are newcomers and we are so poor that we can't even pay the tuition fees. Not to mention making mechas, just doing a show, relying on the 4D holographic horror experience to support the family."

"..."

Seeing how pitiful he is, it's hard for people around to continue to struggle with this issue.

Only the referee was still sticking to the point, and asked persistently: "Then what about those people from Deperot College? Where did they go?"

"Oh, you're talking about them," Yuan Lingjun nonchalantly pointed to the line of small words under "Shanhai Acrobatic Troupe".

——Main business: acrobatics, circus, magic, spiritual yoga.

"Have you heard of 'Big Transformation'?" Yuan Lingjun blinked mysteriously, "It's an ancient magic from our hometown. In layman's terms, it is to transform people from one place to another in a short period of time. Moved to another place."

"As for those people you mentioned... They were temporarily changed by Teacher Yong, and they are probably enjoying spiritual yoga now."

Referee: "..."

I believe in your evil!

He tried his best to recall, but he didn't find that the big monkey called "Teacher Yong" had any contact with the teachers and students of Deperot College, except for the first high school student who disappeared. The other teachers and students took a look.

"You don't mean to say..."

"Oh, that's right," Yuan Lingjun continued his words naturally: "It is the secret of our acrobatic troupe to transform people into living beings by looking at them. Don't ask about the process, and I won't tell you if you ask."

Referee: "..."

Your perfunctory attitude is a bit obvious.

"Anyway, I will hand them all over to the organizing committee in the end." Yuan Lingjun looked into the referee's eyes, "Not a single hair will be missing, don't worry!"

As for the psychological damage... Well, it's hard to say, anyway, it's just a matter of amnestic surgery or several amnestic surgery.

"..."

The referee and Yuan Ling looked at each other for a moment, then looked at the still nine-block image on the holographic screen and the other three mechs who didn't know anything.

In the end, he temporarily compromised.

"Ok."

"They have modified their bodies, and there may be other weapons hidden on their bodies besides the modified particle cannon. Be careful."

Then, picking up the portable particle gun on the ground, the referee strode up to the referee in charge of tracking——

"Evans," he said, "contact the clock tower."

"Can't get in touch." The referee obviously started to do this a long time ago. He stared at the light brain screen on his wrist that turned red, and there were bean-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, rolling down on his collar: "There are interference facilities in the field, and they have set up electromagnetic silence."

"Damn!"

The referee slammed the table, suppressed his anger and asked, "What about the auditorium and the planet law enforcement team?"

"..."

Looking at the referee's ashen face, he knew that he was also in a state of communication ban.

They are afraid that they will be plotted by others this time and become an isolated island.

"Block the entrances from all sides of the arena." The referee ordered every word.

The high-voltage power grid on all sides of the arena is controlled by a controller buried deep in the ground. Only a few people have the authority to open it, and the referee happens to be one of them.

If the underground power supply is not destroyed, even if there is no one left here, the people of Depero Academy will not be able to get out of the competition field smoothly.

"I hope this time is enough for the clock tower to react." The referee murmured.

Elf's fingers turned into a gust of wind, and he tapped on the optical brain quickly without giving up, trying frequency bands one by one. Suddenly, a line of characters on the optical brain turned green, and he excitedly called the referee to come over.

"Sir! The reserved field communication channel can still be connected!"

"This channel is built into the number plate of the mecha," he explained to the people around him very quickly while working: "It is used for emergencies and post-match search and rescue, so the signal is stronger than ordinary electromagnetic signals. I'll increase it here again..."

"Well, all right."

After a sizzle, Elf unloaded the optical brain.

"You can now establish a call with the person on the opposite side, but pay attention to controlling the duration. I roughly estimate that the call time is only 10 minutes, and then the chip will burn out."

As soon as the words were finished, the referee took the optical brain into his hands.

"Mechas 04, 07, and 09, can you hear me?"

"..."

In the dark dense forest, a black mech carrying an accomplice on its shoulders and another in its hand suddenly stopped.

He turned around cautiously and went around behind the black tree trunk.

"I seem to hear something." The half-dead "Silver Knight" said.

"That's right." The "Conqueror of the Universe" with his butt facing up also straightened up, and rolled over from the shoulder of "King Kong Barbie".

In fact, the two of them didn't suffer any harm, and they didn't even encounter a mecha from Depero College. The reason why they showed this embarrassed look was because "King Kong Barbie" ran too fast.

Using "a gust of wind" or "a flash of lightning" to describe his speed is not accurate enough. "Silver Knight" privately feels that "King Kong Barbie" running at full speed looks like a wild donkey running free.

"I'm going to see my aunt."

This is his answer to two allies.

In fact, "King Kong Barbie" performed without any mistakes at the beginning, like a seasoned veteran, and even assisted two temporary allies to find the supply package that the referee team had buried in the woods in advance, and won a lot of money for his side. Extra points.

However, since a few minutes ago, his performance has suddenly changed.

The low, stable, even somewhat honest male voice was unexpectedly mixed with a hint of anxiety. The black mech raised his head, and the maximum viewing distance of the electronic eyes should not be able to see the star-like auditorium in the sky, but he identified a direction, and ran wildly, one point at a time. Don't care about energy consumption.

"My aunt didn't look at me from above her head, and she didn't throw a feather at me. Something must have happened to her!"

Silver Knight, Space Conqueror: "..."

You are suffering from persecution paranoia.

However, it turns out that Xing Tian is not persecution paranoia, but an otherworldly sense of danger.

After all, he is also a descendant of Emperor Yan, and Chi You's younger brother, with a noble lineage, who has been at the forefront of power struggles all year round, so he is also an experienced emperor and grandson.

"Mecha 04, 07, 09," after a brief noise, a clear voice came from the receiver on the outside of the mecha.

The number plate on the chest glowed slightly, and the referee, who had seen and heard the voice before entering the final, briefly explained to them the situation they were facing now.

"So, the remaining nine mechas currently in the field have all defected, and I will send their information to you later."

"The auditorium has lost contact with us at present. If the situation permits, please pay attention to the movement of the traitor mecha and wait for the opportunity to find out the location of the auditorium."

"The nine rebellious mechas are very likely to carry weapons of mass destruction. In the name of the chief referee of the 'Interschool Robot Contest', I allow you to subdue the enemy as soon as it comes into contact with it, regardless of life or death."

"Finally," the referee's voice was solemn, and he said very carefully to the three contestants on the opposite side of the communication, the three teenagers who have not left school, and the last three fighters who can be relied on at present: "Everyone, this is not a drill. , Please put your own safety first in everything, I wish you good luck."