The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

"Room 233, password 2333. See you at the Battle Hall at pm tomorrow afternoon." Jixiang squinted his eyes tiredly as he looked at the information in the computer.

On her first day as a head waitress, her bosses paid her to fight.

Jixiang stood on a balance bike, holding a tube of nutrient solution in his mouth, and slowly headed towards the battle hall. His fluorescent green helmet swaggered through the streets, attracting countless exclamations from passers-by.

"Green balls flying in the air..."

"Bullshit! That's an antique helmet!"

"..."

"..."Jixiang held the helmet and found the private battle room and entered the password.

There was no one in the huge empty space, and we were early.

Jixiang put his helmet on the ground and threw out the mecha. It was still the sky blue mecha, but the weapon was replaced with Jixiang's latest Tang horizontal sword. The blade was pitch black, and the handle was decorated with red lines. It looked like a complete imitation of the Han Dynasty lacquerware, with cloud and bird patterns.

Jixiang touched this weapon specially made for mecha with fascination.

The system beeped as it confirmed the password, and the two brothers who were making trouble came over first.

"...Jixiang, so early." Mo Xingfeng glanced at Jixiang, walked to the wall, bent his legs and sat on the ground.

Mo Zuolan nodded listlessly at Jixiang and sat down next to Mo Xingfeng.

Jixiang glanced at Mo Zuolang, raised his chin towards Mo Xingfeng, and said, "...Are you still drunk?"

Last night, Suerya brought a bottle of red wine. Mo Zuolang wet his mouth and his eyes became blurry. Fortunately, he still had the instinct to eat, otherwise he might get angry when he sobered up the next day.

"...Oh, I was so drunk that I forgot what the food tasted like." Mo Xingfeng said lazily.

"...That's really such a pity." Jixiang stood with his hands on his hips in front of Mo Zuolan, who looked aggrieved. He looked down at Mo Zuolan and touched his head. It's true, his hair was quite soft!

"...You're here!" Su Erya and Ji Wuce finally arrived, "Where's Qingyue?"

"I'm here just to do research. Let's get started." Jixiang waved her hand quickly, telling her to get this over with quickly. After she was done, she could go back and study the chief student rules that the student system had just sent to her this morning.

"Okay, I'll go first!" Suerya lifted her hair and tied it into a ponytail, saying cheerfully.

"Then please teach me!" Jixiang raised his eyebrows slightly and logged into the mecha in the same straightforward manner.

After the battle started, Surya quickly pulled away and fired a shot at Jixiang as a test. Jixiang's mecha slightly tilted its body and easily dodged it.

Suerya whistled and muttered, "...Your physical skills are pretty good."

"… Mutual intrusion." Jixiang Tang held the sword in his hand and chopped the second bullet that followed into pieces.

Surya narrowed her eyes and quickly switched to the beam cannon. Seeing this, Jixiang chose to temporarily avoid the attack and at the same time freed one hand to draw out the mecha spear.

The two people, who both had extremely high shooting talents, started an audio-visual feast of guns and cannons. Inside the battle shield, the azure mecha flew up and down like a bird, dodging the cannon fire and bullets fired by the purple mecha, with constant fire and roars.

Jixiang looked at the gray-black marks on the mecha that were rubbed by the gunfire in a somewhat embarrassed manner, and frowned. She wanted to go through all the challenges of these people this afternoon, but it would not do if the mecha was too seriously damaged. So, Jixiang put away the gun in her hand with regret. Suerya's shooting level was higher than hers, and a pure gun battle would not be worth the loss, but her cold weapon level was still better than hers...

The azure mecha that was circling and dodging like a flying bird suddenly stopped in mid-air. Holding the Tang horizontal sword in both hands, the mecha showed an extremely flexible posture, flexibly dodging the dense artillery fire and rushing towards the purple mecha...

In just a breath of time, the sound of artillery fire stopped abruptly, and the tip of Tang Hengdao in the sky-blue mecha's hand stopped imposingly less than a millimeter away from the outer armor of the mecha's core cockpit.

"Tsk... I give up." Su Erya put away the gun and exhaled, saying: "... put the knife away quickly!"

Jixiang's knife was too scary. It suddenly appeared in this fatal position. At that moment, the strange and crazy breath almost made her hair stand on end. But the strange breath came quickly and went away even faster. However, she didn't think she was wrong. At that moment, she did smell it. Her nose would not deceive her, and her sense of smell could not be wrong. Jixiang had been hiding...

"If I hadn't dodged quickly, Xiaoqing would have been killed by you!" Jixiang quickly put away his knife, got out of the cockpit of the mecha, and crawled towards the black and gray part of the mecha.

Su Erya looked at Jixiang, who looked painful, and curled her lips and said, "Just take care of it. I'll pay for it anyway."

Hearing this, Jixiang looked at Surya with tears in his eyes.

"...Don't expect me to pay for mental damage!" Suerya pointed at the purple mecha that had been tortured by Jixiang Tang Hengdao.

Jixiang withdrew his gaze with regret, and shouted to the people outside the protective shield: "Next one!"

"Me!" Mo Zuolan entered the protective shield and boarded the mecha faster than he spoke.

Mo Xingfeng and Ji Wuce, who were eager to try, put their hands down helplessly.

"Let's go..." Jixiang returned to the cockpit and spoke loudly in a long voice.

"Let's go!" Mo Zuolang looked at Jixiang with a fierce fighting spirit, holding two hooks in his hands, and said, "Don't let go!"

"No water!" Jixiang said with a curled lip.

After he finished speaking, Mo Zuolang and Jixiang Youzhi chose to attack at the same time, and the sound of weapons clashing rang out suddenly.

Mo Zuolang's attack was like a tiger emerging from a mountain, swift and powerful. Jixiang's attack had a deep and majestic aura, as if he had become a different person, completely different from his previous light and strange aura.

"...Jixiang's style changes too much." Ji Wuce said as he looked at the two people in the protective shield.

"It's better to say that this itself is a style." Suerya said with his arms folded as he stood beside Ji Wuce.

"Oh no, Langlang is going to lose this round!" Mo Xingfeng scratched his head, "Has Jixiang become stronger or has he been hiding his strength?"

After finishing a round with Su Erya, he only rested for a short while before fighting Mo Zuolang again. Not only did he not feel tired at all during the whole battle, but he felt even more powerful.

"...I prefer to hide my strength." Suerya whispered.

"Tsk..." Jixiang, who was fighting with Mo Zuolang in the protective shield, stabbed at the vital point again and turned his head and said, "Next!"

Ji Wuce rushed into the protective shield first, looked at Jixiang who had no intention of taking a rest, and confirmed: "Is everything okay?"

"...Just wait for you!" She has always been sincere in her desire to make money.

Ji Wuce took off his glasses, revealing a pair of eyes full of danger, and said, "Let's start..."

Jixiang moved her head and rushed forward again. She just wanted to cut the Gordian knot.

As a result, Ji Wuce was quickly defeated. After that, Mo Xingfeng challenged Jixiang for the second time, and was defeated by Jixiang as expected.

"...Why don't you sign up for the mecha combat major?" asked Ji Wu Ce.

"Ah... I love art." Jixiang couldn't help but smile as he looked at the newly added figures in his account, and said, "Fighting seems to be quite profitable, huh?"