Oops, I became a star treasure

Yan Fuxia was stunned for a moment. For the first time, he felt that other people's praise could make people feel so happy both physically and mentally!

Then he smiled brightly and gave a thumbs up.

"You too!"

Led by the golden mecha, all the mecha pilots took off in their mechas and bravely rushed towards the swarms of Zerg.

In that way, not afraid of life or death.

Red buff!

Blue buff!

Speed ​​buff!

Strength buff!

Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you!

Yan Fuxia did what she promised, and countless small moving fountains surged wildly on the battlefield.

It brings movable healing power and also brings movable ability bonuses.

The brilliant red and blue lights intertwined together to form a huge vortex, like a rainbow on the battlefield, rippling across the sky.

The battle was brutal. Yan Fuxia's face was covered in blood, not hers, but theirs.

Mobile fountains can provide instant healing, but they also need to be cost-effective.

Some people were already dead before Yan Fuxia could react.

Some people exploded when Yan Fuxia reacted but was a step too slow.

Yan Fuxia always knew that she could not save everyone, and she even had to be prepared for the person who was chatting and laughing with her the previous second to die in front of her the next second.

But no matter how much I think about it, it is so painful when I really face it.

No wonder, when I was working in the flower garden, I often heard that some soldiers would suffer from PTSD when they first went to the battlefield.

Yan Fuxia’s PTSD has not been cured, but she knows that she cannot make many people worry, so she hides it quietly.

But now it seems like it's about to come out again.

The bloodshot eye sockets and the dark threads that gradually appeared within her fiery golden pupils all indicated that her original PTSD was re-emerging.

Outside the stadium, Nan Qiao, who was sitting in the stands, stood up and looked at the little girl on the big screen with a serious expression.

If her condition cannot be adjusted quickly, the consequences will be more severe and difficult to control than the last PTSD.

If she can't control herself, she might go crazy!

"Aozora!"

Nan Qiao's shout made Qingkong, who was originally fidgeting, stand up instantly and immediately walked to the side of the examination cabin.

His hand was hovering over the button next to the examination cabin. If anything went wrong, he would immediately press the button and bring Yan Fuxia back!

This scene was played in a small window on Yan Fuxia's live broadcast screen.

Many people watching the live broadcast didn’t quite understand what was happening, but instinctively thought it was a bit too much to let the female cub face this.

However, something unexpected happened.

Yan Fuxia, who was taking the exam, suddenly stopped creating the moving fountain, and stood there quietly, watching the artillery fire from the front line in the distance.

In the fiery red and golden eyes, black lines flickered, as if the person was struggling greatly.

"Don't touch...my...exam pod button."

Yan Fuxia knew very well that if the symptoms of PTSD appeared here, Nan Qiao would press the button without hesitation.

There must be someone standing next to the examination cabin now, ready to press the button at any time.

But Yan Fuxia also knew very well that if he could not overcome it here, he would never have the chance to go to the battlefield again.

It wasn't that she enjoyed the battlefield, nor was it that she was conceited enough to think her abilities were sufficient.

But she knew that she had lost the opportunity to protect the most important person.

Some things must be overcome.

Otherwise, how can she survive in this world?

After traveling through time once, it seems that I can’t just die easily, right?

PTSD is not easy to recover from. Yan Fuxia knows this and understands that he must undergo long-term psychological treatment.

But at this moment, PTSD must shrink to the bottom of my body!

Suddenly, two bright red and blue lights emerged from the soles of his feet. The red and blue lights blended with each other and spiraled upwards, forming a huge tornado.

If you have the power of the phoenix, you must use it reasonably, otherwise the power will be useless.

Only when it is used can it be a deterrent and is the form that power should take!

Looking at his clenched fists, he raised his head again, and the dark lines in his eyes had been suppressed and disappeared.

Yan Fuxia is now so calm that it’s a little scary!

"Senior, can you arrange for the red and blue buffs?"

The senior from the sixth grade Conducting Department has actually been observing Yan Fuxia.

A 2S-level medic, even if his rank is downgraded by one level during the assessment, is still S-level!

Medics of this level can play a huge role on the battlefield. As long as they are arranged properly, they will become a key turning point in a battle!

Just now, he was observing Yan Fuxia, and at the same time, Yan Fuxia was observing him.

Now that both sides have finished observing each other, they are about to join forces to launch a general attack.

"Your Highness, have you learned the coordinates of the Imperial Legion?"

"learned."

The command of the Xiongmeng battlefield made Yan Fuxia clearly understand the importance of a complete coordinate system.

Not every battle is commanded by yourself, so you have to learn the coordinate system of the Imperial Legion.

"All teams, listen up and prepare for the general attack. Team 1, head north to positions 1, 6, and 26; Team 2, head south..."

The sixth-grade seniors arranged all the front-line NPCs and students taking the exams in an orderly manner.

As a student of the command department, he was absolutely calm at this moment.

“小殿下，北向39、09、14号位，编号1、2、09加速度，编号43、76、83加力量。”

When Yan Fuxia heard the order, double layers of red and blue buffs appeared.

One after another, the small red and blue moving fountains fell accurately at the feet of the people in need, no matter where they moved, no matter whether they appeared in front of Yan Fuxia or not.

As long as he has the coordinates, Yan Fuxia can bind the small mobile fountain to them.

Once bound, it cannot be revoked unless Yan Fuxia dies.

Of course, replacement is possible.

The calmness of this senior student from the Conducting Department also helped Yan Fuxia's mood, which had just been fluctuating due to PTSD, gradually calm down.

Listen to orders calmly and do what you should do.

Even after hearing the commander's orders, Yan Fuxia did not forget the wounded who were continuously sent to him.

In order to provide support on the front line, Yan Fuxia was only responsible for the treatment of the seriously injured, and the rest were left to other medics.

Yan Fuxia didn't know how much time had passed, nor did she know how many people she had protected, how many people she had treated, and how many Zergs she had accidentally strangled.

She only knew that as long as her mobile fountain could be stably bound to everyone, as long as her mobile fountain could appear exactly at the position it should appear at the moment the commander's order fell.

Then, the most perfect assistance process can be completed.

When the last Zerg was killed, the only sound left on the battlefield was the delayed sound of artillery fire.

ended.

The wormholes merged, and there was no more Zerg in deep space.

Won.

The results of this assessment appeared in deep space.

【Congratulations, you have won】

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Won!

we won!

Voices of surprise and ecstasy kept coming from the headsets, and almost all the students were excited!

Because they win the war, they will get victory points!

Only Yan Fuxia stood there quietly.

I turned around and saw the people who had lined up behind me at some point in time.