nashuaworldcup Chapter 17 The mecha battle is complete, rua's bald little wolf cub
Chapter 17 The mecha battle is complete, rua's bald little wolf cub
Zhao Han's ingenuity is obviously much higher than that of Liu Yi, and it may have something to do with him taking the attack mecha.
When Song Yang returned to the roof of the row house, Rong Mian and Zhao Han hadn't yet come to terms with each other.
In the commentary seat, Gu Fei shouted until his voice became hoarse, and the movements of the two people in the arena were so fast that he had no time to explain.
"Ah, Zhao Han's sword is coming! Rong Mian sees it through, and fights back! Zhao Han chugs again, Rong Mian shuashuashua..."
In sight, an M80 slowly flew in, and Gu Fei's eyes lit up.
"Song Yang is back after dismantling the mecha! The stalemate may be broken soon, what kind of cooperation will he play with Rong Mian? I'm looking forward to it!"
As a result, Song Yang's M80 landed on the corner of the roof and sat down obediently.
Gu Fei: "M80 is on the roof...he sat down...huh? Damn, he sat down!"
It only takes a blink of an eye to get so excited that you scold your mother.
Rong Mian and Zhao Han's swords and swords were on the other side, but Song Yang's side was very peaceful.
Gu Fei couldn't help but connect with Song Yang.
"Brother, won't you help Rong sleep?"
In the arena, Song Yang adjusted the angle of the monitor.
"Why do you want to help? Mianmian fights are so beautiful, of course I just sit on the sidelines and enjoy them."
The attitude of taking it for granted can't fix Gu Fei.
Is that so?
On the bullet screen——
"Stop talking, Zhuzhu is tired of dismantling the mecha, let him rest!"
"Hahaha, it makes sense. I also think Rong Shen's fight is very good."
"Song Wolf Cub: It is in line with my aesthetics, so let's not dismantle it."
"To be able to tie with the chief of the second grade, let the gods criticize it!"
Listening to Gu Fei yelling on the commentary channel, Song Yang pinched his authority and said leisurely: "The explosive power of the M-880S is 80 times that of the M52, the response speed of the body is 80 times that of the M80, and the sensitivity of the joints in the whole body is [-] times that of the M[-]. Thirty times the M[-], a tie?"
Low chuckles exploded in the ears of every audience, as if a hand suddenly grabbed their hearts.
After the barrage paused for two seconds, it was overwhelmed.
Song Yang opened the channel in the team.
"Mianmian, how do you feel?"
Rongmian's calm voice came from the channel.
"It's not bad. It's the first time I used the M80 to fight the M-880S. There is indeed a big gap."
Song Yang: "You shouldn't cooperate with me to take the M80. This model is too old and has low playability."
Rong Mian: "I want to use the same one as you."
Song Yang: "..."
The son's acting like a baby is so cute, I want to rua.
Only then did the students including Gu Fei realize that Rong Mian took the free M80 not because he chose it on purpose, but because Song Yang's new account only had the M80.
The conversation between the two is transmitted through the commentary channel, and everyone can hear it.
Seeing them chatting leisurely, Zhao Han's mood almost collapsed.
His fingers are all stiff, his wrist is so sore, he has already raised his attack speed to the highest level, and his moves have reached A-level difficulty, why can Rong Mian's Broken M80 still be able to catch it? !
Can you still deal with him while being distracted and chatting? !
Zhao Han's face was sullen, and the hand holding the gear lever was so tight that the knuckles turned white.
When confronting Rongmian's sword, he suddenly retreated after depressurizing the propeller.
Rong Mian's mecha was pushed forward due to the force, and the core main line of the chest and abdomen entered a defensive loophole. Zhao Han took the opportunity to leap forward with super horsepower, and turned and stabbed straight.
The response speed of the M-880S can't keep up with the M80 at all. Even if it barely keeps up, it's useless if the driver's reaction speed can't keep up.
Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to pierce the fuselage of the M80, Zhao Han had a smile on his face.
Won.
The dignity of the chairman was preserved.
boom!
There was a loud noise in the arena.
Thick smoke billowed and lightning flashed.
The AI beep sounded in the battlefield.
[The core of the M-880S body is damaged, and the machine explodes! 】
Zhao Han's ears buzzed, and for a moment he couldn't hear clearly whether the AI was talking about M-880S or M80.
what happened?What seemed to have passed at that moment just now?
boom!
There was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Zhao Han looked at the surveillance screen.
It was his mech's head that fell to the ground.
Rong Mian landed lightly, turned the long sword in his hand back upright, pierced straight into the ground, and turned to look at Zhao Han behind him.
"Thank you seniors for your guidance tonight."
Gu Fei sat in the commentary seat, dumbfounded.
The barrage went blank for three seconds.
What just happened, how did Zhao Han's mech be beheaded in the blink of an eye? !
The slow-motion picture of Rongmian's lore is played back on the virtual screen.
When Zhao Han's sword stabbed Rong Mian, Rong Mian's fuselage had already tilted forward by 15%.
The fuselage did not stand firmly and was attacked by Zhao Han, so it was almost impossible to defend against the blow.
Just when the tip of Zhao Han's sword touched the shell of M80, Rong Mian suddenly jumped up and turned around 270°, supported Zhao Han's shoulder with his left hand, held the long sword in his left hand, and cut off the head of M-880S with the force of the rotation. Flip and fall at last.
Back and forth but in the blink of an eye.
"Fight against the face! Beautiful!!"
Gu Fei stood up excitedly, still replaying the beheading scene in his mind.
The barrage began to scroll crazily——
"So handsome!"
"This is not the reaction speed of ordinary people at all?!"
"Who can analyze this combo of Boss Rong, I will kneel down for you first!"
"Beautiful, ruthless and sassy, our newborn god!!"
Song Yang recorded the screen with satisfaction.
"The game is over, Senior Zhao, don't forget what you promised."
When the surrounding environment returned to the room, Zhao Han came back to his senses.
Looking at the playback screen, he couldn't believe it at all.
His speed is very fast, in that situation, it is absolutely impossible for Rong Mian to fight back!
Zhao Han looked at Rong Mian, and said angrily, "Did you hang up—"
"Mianmian saw your intention, pretended that the body was unstable, and deliberately exposed the core to you."
Song Yang was afraid that he would lose the chairman's dignity all at once, so he explained, "You didn't see his fake moves, and you didn't know it when you were caught. If you fell into his trap, of course you could only be killed."
Zhao Han couldn't help but his eyes widened, his heart beat so fast that it seemed to explode, and he thought about it over and over in his mind.
If Rong Mian was really fake at that time, then this fighting consciousness is too strong!
"It seems that you already know where you lost."
Song Yang looked at the time, "I still have half an hour, I hope Senior Zhao will abide by the agreement and give me the authority."
Rong Mian walked up to Zhao Han and Liu Yi and shook hands with them.
"The skills of the two seniors are very good, and I will ask for advice when I have a chance in the future."
Zhao Han looked at this soft and cute image of a rabbit, and he couldn't connect it with the decisive M80 on the battlefield just now.
He raised his hand, but facing the stretched rabbit paws, he couldn't do anything, and finally pinched one of the small paws.
"I underestimated the enemy tonight, and I won't lose again next time."
Liu Yi was demolished, and he could only watch on the sidelines for the second half. Although he was not reconciled, Rong Mian's strength was indeed very strong.
Seeing that Zhao Han pinched a small paw, and there were four more, he also pinched one.
"An appointment next time."
Looking at their movements, Rong Mian: "..."
Zhao Han was about to let go, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked up, Song Yang was staring at him.
"..."
Song Yang pulled Rong Mian away, took his paw and wiped it on his clothes.
He hasn't touched it yet!Those two dared too.
Rong Mian looked at Zhao Han: "Then trouble the senior to hand over the background authority first, we are really in a hurry."
The number of spectators exceeded one million, and there may be tens of thousands of military cadets among them.
In this scene, if Zhao Han backtracked, he would have no way to mix in the mecha department in the future.
There are often winners and losers on the battlefield, but if you lose the hearts of the people, you lose everything.
Zhao Han gritted his teeth: "After going offline, I will transfer the authority to Song Yang."
After speaking, he went offline as if fleeing.
As soon as Zhao Han left, Liu Yi accepted the baptism of millions of people's eyes, and also went offline.
After exiting the room, Rong Mian's private messages exploded, and he received countless requests to add friends, he thought about it and ignored them all.
As soon as he finished the operation, he was hugged by the Maotuanzi bear who rushed over.
Song Yang rubbed his head, smiling like a fool.
"So soft, so soft."
Letting him rub, Rong Mian glanced at his trembling wolf ears, flicking wolf tail, and short legs on tiptoe, and chuckled softly, "How does it feel?"
Song Yang: "Definitely!"
After a while, Rong Mian: "Are you ready?"
Thinking about whether Zhao Han obediently handed over the authority.
Song Yang looked at the time, and reluctantly let go of him: "It's just for today, tomorrow—"
Rong Mian: "Then it's up to me."
Song Yang: "?"
Before Song Yang could react, he was thrown down.
"Mianmian! It's so itchy hahaha... I can't touch my tail... Did you bite my ear? I didn't even bite you..."
After going crazy for 10 minutes, Rong Mian and Song Yang went offline together.
The scene in front of him came back to reality, Rong Mian looked at Song Yang who was sitting on the opposite sofa with a stinking face, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, aren't you happy to win?"
Song Yang snorted softly, "You bullied me."
Rong Mian went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water, and handed him one.
"Then give it back to you tomorrow?"
Song Yang took it over: "It's settled, you can't do anything to me."
Rong Mian still couldn't help laughing.
"No, I'm standing still."
The terminal vibrated suddenly. Song Yang put the half-drinked glass of water aside, opened it, and saw that it was a notification to obtain permission.
"Count him acquainted."
With a swipe of Song Yang's finger, many windows suddenly appeared in midair, lined up one after another.
Rong Mian watched as his slender fingers flicked rapidly on the virtual keyboard, and soon one of the windows moved to the front.
"It should be this." Song Yang clicked.
Rong Mian: "Do you remember the coordinates of the accident site?"
Song Yang: "Is this kind of thing unforgettable?"
Rong Mian: "You really won't forget."
Song Yang has a good memory from the very beginning, almost to the point of having a photographic memory.
The two waited for a while, and soon Sang Guo and Chen Jie appeared on the satellite surveillance.
There is no sound on the screen, and the actions of the two seem to be discussing who is going in which direction.
After a while, Sang Guo suddenly froze for a moment. He was stunned for a moment and looked around in a panic. It happened that Chen Jie came back from another road.
Chen Jie took out something from his backpack while walking towards him, Rong Mian pressed pause to zoom in on the camera.
Although not very clear, it can be seen that it is an inhibitor.
But Sangguo went backwards all the way and fell down by a rock.
Chen Jie ran over to help him, and they pushed and pushed Chen Jie away.
Sang Guo ran into the bamboo forest in a panic, the camera was blocked, and he couldn't see where he ran.
Chen Jie took two steps in the direction he was running and stopped, then turned around and walked back after a while.
Halfway, he suddenly looked in the direction of the slope and walked quickly there.
The dense trees blocked part of the camera, and Rong Mian could only see him standing beside the slope for a while, then suddenly fell down.
Rong Mian pressed pause, and looked back at the half-minute screen.
"Did you jump by yourself?" Song Yang put his hands on the back of the sofa, puzzled, "At that height, if you jump down, you won't be injured like that."
The earth slope is about three meters below the ground, and the ground below has a certain slope. It is easy to stand unsteady when jumping off, but it is true that you will not break yourself into a fracture and concussion.
Rong Mian suppressed the doubt and continued playing.
After five or six seconds, Sang Guo ran out from the edge of the bamboo forest.
Song Yang: "It looks like I heard some movement."
Rong Mian: "Yeah."
In other words, the mulberry fruit did not go far.
The sudden onset of estrus will lead to weakness, and being stimulated by Chen Jie's alpha, his legs may be too weak to walk, or he may be hiding in the bamboo forest after pulling away to inject himself with inhibitors.
Sang Guo walked to the side of the slope, and after a pause of two seconds, he suddenly stepped back and fell to the ground again, as if he had been frightened by something, holding his head and shrinking his body, even if the camera was not clear enough, he could be seen trembling.
"This reaction is not right."
Song Yang pressed the pause button, "Usually when you see a teammate in an accident, even if you are frightened, you will subconsciously ask for help, but he seems to have seen a ghost."
Rong Mian played back this passage several times, and probably had a guess in his heart.
There was a sudden coolness on his forehead, and Rong Mian came back to his senses.
Song Yang put the back of his hand against his forehead.
"It's a little hot."
After what he said, Rong Mian also felt a little tired.
Although Star Wars is just a game, high-intensity battles consume energy and stamina.
It was past 10 o'clock, Rong Mian got up.
"I'll go talk to Sang Guo tomorrow morning and go to bed early at night."
Song Yang grabbed his hand.
"You have a low fever, don't go back so late."
Rong Mian looked down at him.
It's not impossible to sleep here, but the bed in the dormitory is too small. With the two of them's current body size, it's a little bit reluctant.
Song Yang: "The sheets and quilts are all new, I have never used them."
Rong Mian: "..."
Rong Mian: "Have you never used it?"
Song Yang nodded obediently.
Rong Mian: "Then where have you been sleeping for so many days?"
Song Yang thought for a while: "I don't seem to have a chance to sleep in bed."
Rong Mian: "..."
Song Yang got up and dragged him to the bedroom.
"I'm worried about you going back. I still have a few pictures to draw tonight, and the room is for you."
Rong Mian frowned: "Are you going to stay up all night again? You'll get bald if you stay up late."
Song Yang: "The alpha hair of my old Song family is very strong, so they are not afraid."
Rong Mian: "..."
Song Yang found new towels and a change of clothes for him.
"Go back to the dormitory tomorrow morning and change yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, his terminal vibrated.
Rong Mian glanced at it, it was the video sent by her brother.
Song Yang picked it up and walked out, closing the door by the way.
"I'm going to a meeting, go to bed early after washing."
Rong Mian: "..."
this kid.
Rong Mian took a shower, looked at the small bed in front of him, took out another pillow from the cabinet, and laid it side by side, lying on his left side.
If the little piggy comes back from work, there is also a place to sleep.
Always thinking about whether the little piggy had a good sleep, Rong Mian suddenly woke up, and the dim light came in through the curtains.
He checked the time, it was already 5 o'clock in the morning.
He turned his head and looked to the side, what it was like when the pillow was put on it, and what it is now.
The little piggy did not come back.
Rong Mian sat up and asked in a low voice.
"01, is my body temperature normal now?"
01: "The fever has subsided at 12:32 in the morning. Dad has come twice and changed the cooling stickers for you."
With a twinkle in Rong Mian's eyes, she quietly opened the door and walked towards the workshop.
The workshop door was ajar and the lights were on.
"Coke, you—"
As soon as he walked in, Rong Mian paused.
The workshop that had just been tidied up two days ago was in a mess again. Song Yang was sitting on the ground, leaning against a pile of parts and had already fallen asleep, holding tools in both hands, with a lot of oil on his fingertips.
Rong Mian: "..."
Sure enough, it happened again.
He quietly exited the room, and after a while he squatted down next to Song Yang with a wet towel.
Carefully taking out the tool in Song Yang's hand and putting it aside, Rong Mian gently pinched his finger to wipe it.
Song Yang in his sleep might have sensed something, he suddenly closed his palms and held Rong Mian's fingers.
"Sleep, sleep..."
Rong Mian's heart skipped a beat, thinking she woke her up.
After waiting for a while, there was another small snoring sound in my ear.
01: "Little master, your heart rate is accelerating now."
Rong Mian: "..."
He froze and didn't move for a moment before slowly pulling his fingers out.
Seeing a strand of hair blocking Song Yang's eyes, Rong Mian raised his hand to push it away, and his eyes fell on his face unconsciously.
When I was a child, my cheeks were round and milky, but now I have evolved into another species.
Think of Song Yang's Star Wars ID for himself.
Rong Mian chuckled.
"If you're so cute, don't you call yourself a beast?"
01: "Little master, your heart rate is accelerating again, please calm down!"
Rong Mian: "..."
He looked at Song Yang, frowning in confusion.
Why does my heart beat abnormally when I get close to the little piggy recently?
He couldn't help but look at Song Yang's face a few more times, and turned on the terminal camera after a while.
"Sleeping ugly, take a picture and use it as a meme."
01:"……"
Are you the devil?