When the principal and the female Zerg with a lion insignia on his shoulder entered the CZ26 mecha training room, Zong Yuan and Manan, who were already seated in their mechas, immediately noticed them.
The first-year year challenging Manan, who was considered the best even in the entire school, attracted a crowd of onlookers who weren’t afraid of making a scene. They flocked in batches to the CZ26 mecha training room.
Noticing that there were not many Zerg among the two of them, most of the Zerg’s attention was firmly drawn to the center.
Zong Yuan and Manan’s proficiency in mechas was beyond what an ordinary student could imagine. Just the skilled actions of the two as they smoothly boarded and activated the mechas dazzled the watching Zergs.
Let’s not even talk about Manan; this first-year female Zerg seemed to have some real skills.
Ji Xing stepped into the training room, his gaze tightly fixed on the arena.
How strange it was; even though there were two mechas from the same academy, he could distinguish which one belonged to the little female Zerg.
The silver-white towering ordinary mechas glittered in his eyes.
The Eighth Imperial Prince, Mo’er, also arrived at the training room. He looked conflicted as he stared at the two mechas waiting for the system to announce the start of the battle. He muttered, “Zong Yuan, this lunatic! It’s one thing to provoke me! Who gave him the courage to provoke the school’s top student? Does he really want to lose face so badly?!”
The female Zerg next to Mo’er echoed, “He’s bound to lose today! Your Highness Mo’er, he won’t dare to oppose you again after this!”
Mo’er raised an eyebrow, glaring fiercely at the Zerg who spoke.
The principal next to Ji Xing just noticed that the person standing beside him was none other than Prince Mo’er. “Good afternoon, Prince Mo’er.”
Mo’er nodded absentmindedly, his gaze shifting away, focusing on Zong Yuan in the arena.
Since the principal and that female Zerg came in, Zong Yuan had not shifted his gaze. The silver-white towering mecha fixed its eyes on this area, and the cold, inorganic pupils revealed a contradictory concentration.
He is gazing at this place.
Ji Xing thought to himself that his usually fair and indifferent face was unexpectedly starting to feel a slight warmth.
‘The little female is concentrating on watching me.’
Ji Xing slightly lowered the military cap on his head, covering up most of his flushed face.
His whole body was tense, only able to stand stiffly. Nervously, he began to stand at attention. Every high-level Zerg species would retain some primitive features, and his scapula started to itch, his wings almost excitedly emerging.
Is his collar neat?
Are his accessories reasonable?
Can his appearance capture the attention of the little female?
The principal noticed that Commander Ji Xing seemed off and asked in confusion, “Commander, what’s wrong with you?”
Ji Xing unconsciously looked over and collided with the eyes of the mecha still staring at this place.
It was as if he saw the eyes of the little female in the photo, filled with a smiling expression.
He instantly became flustered but pretended to calmly reply, “I’m fine.”
The principal couldn’t detect anything unusual and nodded reassuringly.
Just as he had straightened up, he caught sight of Prince Mo’er standing on the other side. The principal was startled, “Prince Mo’er, why is your face so red? Are you unwell?”
Mo’er, with a red face, glared at Zong Yuan and exclaimed, “Why is he staring at me? Is he trying to show off? Am I supposed to be afraid of him? Hmph!”
Ji Xing’s expression instantly darkened.
Is the little female looking at the Eighth Prince Mo’er?
Ji Xing coldly assessed Mo’er with his peripheral vision, finding him rude, rough-looking, like a low-level insect that only knew how to howl and was unpleasant to look at. Just a glance felt like a waste of time.
Ji Xing couldn’t completely control his malicious thoughts, crazily denigrating the Eighth Prince of the Empire in his heart.
Zong Yuan, inside the mecha, slowly lifted the corners of his lips.
“0046, did you see that?”
0046 didn’t need to see. Zong Yuan had been in this world for fifteen years, from an egg to now, and he was constantly in an irritable state. In these fifteen years, Zong Yuan had never been separated from his wife for such a long time.
Zong Yuan missed his loved one.
His happiness indicated one thing without a doubt, and 0046 genuinely felt happy for him. “Zong Yuan, congratulations!”
Zong Yuan’s smile was easygoing. Through the mecha’s eyes, he saw the female Zerg standing stiffly, visibly uneasy. His excellent vision even allowed him to see the hint of pink on the Zerg’s ears.
As always, pleasing to him.
A gust of wind came, and Zong Yuan tilted his head to dodge. Manan’s voice reached Zong Yuan’s ears through the mecha’s speakers, “Kid, what are you looking at?”
Before the words could fully settle, Manan’s next move had already come.
Zong Yuan agilely flew into the air within his attack, the cannon on his right hand opening. “What am I looking at? None of your damn business.”
Originally, he hadn’t planned to be so arrogant, but since his wife was present, he naturally wanted to show off and look cool as much as possible.
Fifteen years without seeing each other.
On the first encounter, he must make it so that the little female Zerg can no longer look at anyone else.
Inside the arena, the flames were dazzling, and two silver-white mechas swiftly maneuvered for counterattacks. The smell of gunpowder gradually filled the air, and outside the arena, there were bursts of exclaims and gasps.
There were astonished remarks about how unexpectedly strong Manan was.
Gasps came from those who couldn’t believe that the first-year Zong Yuan was this powerful!
Someone knowledgeable in military matters confidently stated, “Their skills can definitely match up to the Empire’s formal mecha forces!”
“Are they really this strong?”
“That first military academy, they should all be fine, right?”
Some Zergs couldn’t help but join the discussion. “The first military academy is definitely fine. The most challenging part now is who among them can secure the first place. It’s said that students entering the military academy with the top rank can have a special privilege.”
“Tsk tsk, I think Manan is in trouble this time. Look at the demeanor of that first-year female; he’s clearly playing with Manan effortlessly.”
Indeed, Manan found it increasingly difficult. Right from the start, when activating the mechas, he keenly noticed that Zong Yuan’s speed was almost on par with his, even slightly faster by a fraction of a second!
Because of this, he exerted all his energy. The moment the system announced the start, he attacked when Zong Yuan least expected it. However, it still wasn’t successful! This female seemed to be on some kind of stimulant! His speed became faster and more ruthless, and Manan could no longer hold his ground.
Could it be that the title of the first place would be handed over to this underage female Zerg today?!
Hishin and LanDe had excited red faces. Among all the onlookers, they were the most enthusiastic, continuously shouting, “Zong Yuan, go for it!!! Little brother, you’re amazing!!! Big brother loves you!!!”
Ji Xing furrowed his brow deeply, his dark eyes filled with indifference. He suddenly spoke, “Are all the sub-females in your school like this?”
The principal wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Kids are just lively, a bit of liveliness is good, hahaha.”
Commander Ji Xing silently watched him and asked again, “They call the sub-female ‘little brother.'”
The principal was puzzled, “Yes, they are the two sub-females from Admiral Ken’s family, also outstanding kids. It seems they are particularly reliant on Zong Yuan.”
Ji Xing nodded and watched as Zong Yuan delivered the final blow, knocking Manan to the ground.
He had hurried away just now, and now he was barely calm. The stack of student names who applied for the first military academy was still in the principal’s office. Technically, the match here had already ended, and he should go back with the principal to continue working. However, he didn’t want to.
He felt inexplicably eager.
Would the little female come toward him after coming out?
How should he genuinely praise the little female’s victory with what expression?
He cleared his throat, eyes focused ahead. “Principal, are these two students both applied to the first military academy?”
The principal replied, “Yes, but it looks like the list for the first place will need to be changed.”
Ji Xing squinted slightly, a bit proud. “Indeed.”
Zong Yuan got out of the mecha, not caring about the usual provocations. He tossed the connector in his hand into the nearby recycling bin and swiftly pushed open the door of the arena.
Hishin and LanDe excitedly prepared to pounce into their brother’s arms. “Little brother, you’re amazing!!!”
However, Zong Yuan unhesitatingly pushed them away.
He nodded perfunctorily to the extreme, giving some instructions as he walked through the crowd. “I have something to attend to.”
Hishin and LanDe stood blankly in their original spots.
They stared, bewildered and at a loss, at the arms that Zong Yuan had pushed away, subconsciously turning their heads to look in the direction Zong Yuan was heading.
Zong Yuan walked confidently in the direction he had seen earlier.
Mo’er’s heart pounded faster and faster as he watched Zong Yuan push aside one Zerg after another. He didn’t want to stand there waiting for Zong Yuan to come and say some inexplicable things to him. However, his feet seemed unable to move, and deep inside, he didn’t know what he was anticipating.
The female Zerg next to Mo’er said, “Your Highness, Zong Yuan is coming over! He must be here to show off to you!”
“You, you fool!” Mo’er stomped his foot. “Can’t he show off somewhere else? Why does he have to do it in front of everyone!”
Ji Xing stood beside them, watching as Zong Yuan indeed approached step by step. However, his heart became increasingly dark.
‘The little female Zerg doesn’t know me, so he won’t come to find me.’
‘He’s looking for the Eighth Prince.’
‘Eighth Prince, Eighth Prince, Eighth Prince…’
‘Heh.’
Zong Yuan finally navigated through the layers of the crowd and reached them. At this moment, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, his black hair falling on his forehead, and a smile on his face that no one had ever seen before.
Mo’er’s heart was in turmoil, and he stammered to speak first, “Zong Yuan! I warn you not to go too far! Hmph, winning a match is just the beginning. If you dare to show off to me, I’ll make you regret it!”
Zong Yuan frowned at him, then took a couple of steps forward. Just as Mo’er was about to lose his temper, Zong Yuan walked straight to the female Zerg in military uniform standing beside the principal.
Ji Xing’s breath hitched.
Zong Yuan looked at him with a smile, whistling as he circled around Ji Xing.
The principal, standing nearby with a stiff expression, thought, ‘It’s over! Why did Zong Yuan have to provoke him, of all people, the big jinx!’
Does he even know what whistling means?!
The principal took another look at Commander Ji Xing’s expression, confirming that he was indeed angry, despite the impassive look on his face!
Only Ji Xing knew that his nervousness had even caused his little finger to twitch unnaturally.
Zong Yuan turned back to face Ji Xing. Ji Xing, whose eyes were typically cold and murderous, appeared somewhat dazed at this moment.
Zong Yuan chuckled, “You’ve done well all these years, a Lion Star, Commander?”
Ji Xing nodded stiffly.
Zong Yuan locked eyes with him, raising his right hand to compare their heights, “How tall are you now?”
Ji Xing opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He exerted all his strength and managed to squeeze out a sentence, “Two meters three1I look it up in feet and it shows 7 feet inches something. That’s quite long. Lemme have some of your height T-T.”
Among the Zerg species, individuals generally were tall, but this height was still considered top-notch in the military.
Zong Yuan seemed to be speaking to himself and at the same time addressing Ji Xing, “I’m still young. In a few years, I’ll definitely grow taller than you. Don’t worry.”
Ji Xing’s heart turned into mush, sweet to the point of being unbearable. He obediently nodded and managed to squeeze out two words, “Not worried.”
Zong Yuan smiled at him until Ji Xing’s hands were full of sweat. Then, in a slow and leisurely manner, he said the last thing he wanted to say, “You smell really good. I remember a perfume that smells a lot like what you have on you.”
Ji Xing’s heart pounded wildly for a few moments, pulling at him until he almost couldn’t stand. He asked foolishly, “What perfume?”
Zong Yuan whispered, “The perfume’s name is ‘Longing.'”
Author’s note:
Ji Xing: So… so nervous.
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