Machine Wars : Full Metal Storm

"Competing with second-year students for mechas?"

In the classroom, a young man of eighteen or nineteen couldn't help but stood up and protested: "Teacher, this is so unfair!"

"The second-year courses are so far ahead of us. Yuanli, combat skills, and mystical arts are not above us. Can we compete for the lead?"

There is a scar of about 10 centimeters on the right side of this young man's face, which makes him look a bit vicious.

Luo Yan was alone in the class, occasionally chatting with Zeng Shan and Li Bohang.

I have basically no interactions with my classmates.

After more than two months, I have basically memorized the names of my classmates.

Like this young man now, his name is Lin Cheng. Shenzang has a super body: iron suit, and his fighting style is very brave.

Then another female classmate complained: "That's right, we won't be treated like persimmons by then."

This female classmate is wearing a pair of glasses with very thick lenses.

Luo Yan remembered that her name was Li Zi and she usually talked a lot. As long as she was given a chance to speak, she would almost never stop.

Led by these two classmates, many students protested.

Wei Fenghua remained unmoved. When the students' emotions were almost expressed, he reached out and pressed down to signal for silence.

After the classroom became quiet again.

Wei Fenghua said: "The college has also considered this issue. Therefore, during the competition, the second-year students will be asked to lower their Yuanli level to the second level of the junior level."

"If you can't reach the second level of primary level now, then don't complain. What you should do more is reflect on it."

"In addition, second-year students will be required not to use mystical arts above No. 10."

"There are no other restrictions."

"I know, this is still not fair enough to you."

"But on the battlefield, can you ask your enemies to fight fairly?"

"And the second graders, they come here too."

“This is true every time!”

"If anyone feels that they can't do it, they can abstain, but it will be recorded in your files!"

The students became quiet.

No more comments.

If you have any opinions, you dare not raise them.

Waivers will be recorded on file.

Even if you graduate, you won't be able to become a mecha master.

If he doesn't even dare to participate in a slightly unfair competition, how can we expect him to fight on the surface?

The matter was settled.

Wei Fenghua coughed twice and continued: "The first and second graders combined, there are a total of 120 people."

"The school will provide 12 mechas, all of which are junior mechas."

"At that time, we will draw lots through the computer, and groups of ten will compete for a mecha."

"Students who successfully qualify and obtain the mecha will be awarded 100 credits each."

"Students who perform well in the actual combat test will be able to keep the mecha. In other words, even if you graduate, this mecha will belong to you."

"Of course, you have to figure out the maintenance costs, upgrade costs, etc. of the mecha by yourself."

"The school will provide certain subsidies according to the situation."

"But it won't be paid in full."

"You don't have to worry too much. Once you get the mecha, there will be people outside fighting to sponsor you."

"So basically, as long as you can keep your mecha, at least there will be maintenance costs."

"The upgrade cost depends on your luck."

This is another bombshell.

It's just a matter of qualifying the competition, getting a mecha, and being rewarded with 100 credits.

But no one expected it.

If you perform well in the actual combat test, you can also keep the mecha you obtained.

The figure of He Hao suddenly flashed through Luo Yan's mind. His 'Black Thunder' should have been obtained in a similar test.

If you say so.

There will be an opportunity like this at least once in the first and second grade.

It may be gone when you reach third grade.

The inability to obtain mechas in the past two years shows that the capabilities are limited.

At that time, the kind of jobs that students who had not obtained mechas would have in the future had basically been finalized.

The college will probably not give you another chance.

In other words, for those sophomores, this may be their last chance in the academy.

When the time comes, the sophomores will definitely work hard.

After all, if you don’t fight hard, you won’t have a chance.

Wei Fenghua also explained some norms and requirements for the competition, and the whole morning passed like this.

After having lunch.

Luo Yan went straight to the logistics department.

The competition will start tomorrow.

Two groups per day, divided into six days.

The results of the computer lottery will be announced tomorrow.

After the competition ends, there will be three days of personnel adjustments before departure on the tenth day.

Go to the surface and conduct practical tests.

Time is running out.

Luo Yan wanted to try his best to increase his strength before setting off.

So come to the Logistics Department to buy the ‘Spark Agent’.

There are many people who think the same as him.

Therefore, there are many students in the logistics department today.

Most of them are sophomores.

When they saw Luo Yan, their eyes almost flashed with hostility.

After all, Luo Yan is already a celebrity among first-year students.

Whether it was fighting Luo Beichen to death or being rewarded by the Land Security Bureau.

There are only a handful of people who don't know Luo Yan now.

Luo Yan walked along the wall as a habit and did not respond to those meaningful glances.

Queue quietly.

When it was his turn, he said quickly: "I want to exchange 5 'Spark Agents'."

The staff member raised his head, looked at Luo Yan's student card and said, "Wait a moment."

He made a phone call.

Then, the young man who developed the 'Spark Agent' walked out of a room and waved to Luo Yan: "Classmate Luo, come here."

Suddenly, all eyes fell on Luo Yan.

Luo Yan frowned, but still walked over.

As I walked through the crowd, I heard students whispering.

"Isn't that Teacher Shi Haoting from the Pharmacy Development Department of the college?"

"How do freshmen know this big guy?"

"Is this teacher great?"

"Don't you know, Mr. Shi is a master of pharmacology? Basically, he develops new drugs every year in our school and even in the dungeon."

"I also heard that he was the one who developed the Kuva vaccine when he was just a student."

"Wow, then if this first grader hugs Teacher Shi's lap, won't he not have to worry about medicine in the future?"

"You are overthinking it. Teacher Shi is not that nice. He will provide medicine for free."

"Moreover, he goes out of his way to find someone to test the medicine every year. I heard that there were students who took Teacher Shi's new medicine and never gave up for the rest of their lives. It was really tragic."

Listening to these words and looking at the "innocent" smile on Shi Haoting's face, Luo Yan began to doubt that the "Spark Potion" he had used this month was a new medicine, right?

When he came to the door, Shi Haoting pulled Luo Yan into the office without saying a word.

Luo Yan instinctively grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back.

"It hurts, it hurts, classmate Luo, let go quickly. I am a weak scholar and I can't bear this crime." Shi Haoting suddenly shouted.

ps: It’s another ten thousand days a day, brothers and sisters, please give me some encouragement so that I can last longer!