On the championship stage, Huo Xuanshan on the far right looked at the Damocles Military Academy with a smile in his eyes, while Jin Ke next to him was holding a microphone and talking. Wei San in the middle stood relaxed, whispering something to Ying Chenghe. Ying Chenghe looked down at the ground and covered his ears with his hands, as if he didn’t want to listen. Liao Runing, the one on the far left, leaned back and turned his head to look at Wei San’s direction also saying something.
This scene was frozen in the camera and was used by other media as the headline photo of Damocles Military Academy winning the championship in the extremely cold stadium.
At the summary meeting, Damocles Military Academy once again became famous in the entire federation. The old military academy, which was about to fall out of the five major military academies, shined brighter and stronger in this competition, and more and more audiences were optimistic about them. Already, there were many that regretted that they did not attend Damocles Military Academy.
One thing is certain, in the subsequent divisional competitions, more and more people will win the championship against Damocles Military Academy.
“In the summary meeting, they didn’t say when the next game will be.” Wei San only realized this when she came back.
“We can’t go to the next arena until Fan Han Star opens the port.” Jin Ke held the trophy and touched it.
“When will the next competition be drawn?” Liao Runing asked.
Huo Xuanshan rubbed the medal with his fingertips: “It should be drawn the day before the port opens.”
“If the cold wave takes half a year to subside, wouldn’t we have to stay here for half a year?” Liao Runing haven’t trained for several days and was very uncomfortable.
“At that time, the military academies may negotiate with the top management of Fan Han Star.” Jin Ke said this and walked towards Shen Tukun inside.
“Senior, this is the championship trophy.” Jin Ke handed the trophy to Shen Tukun, “We got the championship we mentioned before.”
Shen Tukun smiled and picked up the trophy: “This is my first time touching the championship trophy.”
Wei San came over and handed her medal to Shen Tukun: “You guys stand still and I’ll take a group photo.”
The five people stood together. After Wei San took a photo for them, Shen Tukun called her to come with them.
“Wait a minute.” Wei San casually pulled over a member of the Damocles Military Academy next to him and asked her to take a group photo.
As soon as the six people finished taking pictures, the school team members behind them crowded over to take pictures together. There were more and more people, but no one was impatient and kept smiling on their faces.
“Hey, the villain has succeeded.” Xiao Eli curled his lips as he passed by, despising the people from the Damocles Military Academy. “I’m so proud of myself after winning the division championship once, and even provoked Ying Xingjue in public.”
Gao Xuelin looked at them with caution in his eyes: “This is just the beginning. Damocles Military Academy has now distanced itself from us.”
All members are level 3S, plus Wei San’s mecha, they can definitely compete with Pingtong Academy and compete with the Imperial Military Academy for the championship.
Sure enough, it was thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi.
Damocles Military Academy’s student base is so poor that they still have the opportunity to gather five members of the 3S main team.
After the summary meeting, the major military academies began to live a salty life again, eating, drinking and having fun every day without training. Students who work harder will train physically in their rooms.
Wei San has stopped training. She spent every day and night soaking in the brain interface chip and taking classes with Yu Qingfei. Sometimes she took time to go to the Rubik’s Cube forum to answer questions, and also designed S-class mechas on it.
The upgraded section of the Rubik’s Cube Forum contains open source S-class mecha data left by many people. After observing it, Wei San guessed that opening the designed S-class mecha to the Rubik’s Cube Forum was also one of the necessary means for upgrading.
Ying Chenghe continued to study their mechas and how to adjust and modify them according to the environment in the remaining competitions.
“Wei San, how many days have you not left your room?” Liao Runing squatted outside and knocked on her door, “Would you like to go out for a run together? I see many people running around the building.”
“Not going.” Wei San laid on the table while drawing a S-class mecha design.
“You really don’t want to go?” Liao Runing sighed, “the other military academies run in groups of three. We, Damocles, only have two soldiers. We will be at a disadvantage if a fight breaks out.” Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Wei San: “……Give me five minutes to finish drawing this.”
“Alright, you should hurry up!” Liao Runing stood up instantly and walked to besides Huo Xuanshan, “In five minutes, we will go out for a run together.”
They kept running into Samuel’s gang when they were running downstairs these days. Two against three, the murderous look in his eyes was not enough, Wei San had to be taken out.
Five minutes later, Wei San finished the last stroke, rolled up the paper and placed it away. She opened the door: “Are we leaving?”
The three, wearing the training uniforms of the Damocles Military Academy, went down to the first floor, walked out of the door, and started running around the building.