After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

At noon, at the entrance of the cafeteria.

A group of military academy students gathered in twos and threes, discussing recent interesting events.

"I just heard from a senior student on duty in the medical department that there were many fallen soldiers at the close combat training ground, and the scene was extremely horrific!"

"A fine sword is forged through tempering. Isn't that always the case with individual soldier training?"

"You mean close combat? That course was previously taught by Instructor Ouyang, wasn't it... sigh."

"The course just started and they're already humiliating all the individual soldiers. Please, Instructor Song, have some decency! Hey, that guy over there eating a pancake looks like... he's left the team?"

"Wow, it really is him leaving the team! Our Silver Wolf King! I could recognize him even if he turned to ashes! I'll remember him even as a ghost!"

Leng Ran, who happened to be passing by, was taken aback; something about those words sounded rather strange.

As more and more people gathered, a commander took a deep breath and nervously walked up to Leng Ran: "Li...Li team, when does our selection competition start? I...I want to sign up too!"

She swallowed the sesame seed cake coldly, then turned to look at him: "It'll be in the next few days. The announcement will be released today. Wait for my news."

The commander, suppressing his excitement, said with a slightly flushed face, "Okay."

As a member of the wolf cubs, it was my first time meeting the wolf king, and I even managed to talk to him! I was so excited and happy.

Seeing that someone had successfully struck up a conversation, the others followed suit, asking questions one after another.

"Leaving the team? Can you reveal some details?"

"Leave the team, leave the team! When is the selection competition? Can we prepare for it?"

Seeing the bus pull into the station, Leng Ran leaped high into the air, soaring over the heads of the onlookers, easily escaping the encirclement, and landing perfectly by the bus door.

Everyone: ...What just flew out!

She calmly stepped into the car, and as the door slowly closed, she waved to the crowd: "Everyone, please check the campus forum this afternoon for details about the selection competition. See you later!"

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Morning Star Tower.

He walked calmly through the sensor-activated doors of the Morning Star Tower and stood in the center of the lobby, where a receptionist robot controlled by Storm had been waiting for a long time.

"Combat Academy cadet, Mo Li, welcome to Morning Star Tower," Storm said politely. "What kind of help do you need today?"

“Storm,” Leng Ran said, leaning on the counter with one hand, “I’ve come to discuss the selection competition with you. I have some ideas, but I need your help to develop the challenges.”

Storm gestured for him to come in: "No problem, please come with me to the reception desk to discuss this further."

A new receptionist robot arrived, taking over Storm's position. Leng Ran followed Storm around for a while before finally entering a completely enclosed small room.

The gate was locked, the lights came on, and Leng Ran finally saw the Yangon Rabbit with its ears twitching.

Her eyes lit up: "Yangon!"

"Young Master, I'm back." Yang Guang rushed over and affectionately nuzzled Leng Ran's cheek. "During my absence, have you taken good care of yourself?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Leng Ran pinched Yang Guang's hand, then turned to look at Feng Bao, whose eyes had regained their blue light. "Feng Bao, has the spatial storage device been unlocked? Can you give Yang Guang back to me now?"

“It’s untied, but because this item is too special, it’s inconvenient for you to carry it with you. I’ve hidden it in a snack box and mailed it to the He family.” Storm smiled. “As for Yangon, you can take him with you now. He misses you very much.”

He chuckled coldly, "Oh, so you two get along quite well."

The storm remained silent.

Yangon's learning speed was much faster than he had expected. In less than a month, he had already learned how to control his own consciousness. Now, Yangon had not only regained his memories, but also acquired a valuable skill.

The ability to link consciousness with the mecha, transforming into the mecha's AI brain.

In Yangon's words, he also wanted to fight alongside Mo Li, instead of just watching from the rear.

Yangon obediently landed on Leng Ran's shoulder: "Well, I've learned some new things here at Storm. I'll tell you about them when I get home, young master."

With a gentle smile, Leng Ran said, "Okay."

Storm picked up the conversation at the opportune moment: "Let's leave the reminiscing here, Mo Li. What are your thoughts on the selection competition?"

Leng Ran opened his personal terminal, retrieved the plan he had written overnight, and projected it in front of Feng Bao. Feng Bao quickly glanced at it, read all the information, and his blue eyes flickered slightly.

"The team-based challenge system, coupled with the ingenious scoring method... it's a highly misleading selection competition," Storm said in surprise. "This is the first time I've seen a selection competition like this, but perhaps it will achieve the effect you want."

He leaned back in his chair with a cold expression: "How long will it take to create these levels?"

Storm replied truthfully, "We have a ready-made simulated battlefield that we can use. We just need to make some minor modifications to the map. Two days should be enough."

Leng Ran pondered, "Today is Wednesday. Since two days is enough, let's set the selection competition for Saturday. It's also a day off. Feng Bao, set up the registration channel first, then forward the entry link to me."

Thinking of the group of military academy students she had met today who were eagerly following the selection competition, Leng Ran decided to release the specific information now. She logged onto the campus forum and started a new thread.

Announcement Regarding the Selection Competition

"This selection competition will no longer include any individual events, but only team competitions. Military academy students from the first to the fourth year can register to participate, and teams can be formed freely across grades. Each participating team should contain 5-8 people, including at least one commander and at least one mecha designer. There is no limit to the number of individual soldiers."

"This selection competition will be a challenge-based event with three rounds. The contestant with the highest cumulative score across all three rounds will win. Before each round begins, a strategy guide will be provided for your reference."

"The registration channel for the selection competition is now open. Please fill in your team name, captain's name, and team member names. The selection competition will be held this Saturday at 6 PM at Storm Military Academy's No. 1 simulated battlefield. The registration channel will close at noon on Saturday. Please fill in your information in time."

"above."

Storm casually pinned the post to the top, and the military academy students who had been browsing the campus forum couldn't sit still in the face of this sudden announcement.

Aside from those who had already joined fixed teams, posts asking to form teams started flying around the campus forum. Leng Ran's requirement of "at least one mecha designer" instantly turned this group, which was not popular with teams, into a hot commodity that everyone was vying for.

Mech designers, whose combat capabilities are weak, are individuals who need special care and protection. Their ability to adjust mechs and assemble weapons in a timely manner has also been gradually replaced by battlefield robots. Therefore, very few mech designers are now on the front lines.

Most of them were responsible for repairing high-level mechs behind the battlefield, or sitting in the laboratory drawing blueprints, researching mech materials, etc. Some even suggested removing the mech design department from the combat academy and placing it in the science and technology academy.

Because their effectiveness in the team is limited, they have difficulty having a fixed team. Now they have become the entry ticket to the selection competition, which has ignited the fighting spirit in the eyes of many designers. Their role cannot be replaced by a group of clumsy battlefield robots!

"Today only! Huge clearance sale! Third graders are having a clearance sale, buy one get one free!"

"We're looking for a mecha designer! Our team has a great atmosphere and we spoil you. You're our darling, our precious treasure!"

"Fourth-year command officers are forming a temporary team. They have rich experience in battlefield command. Please sign up."

As the online forum erupted in chaos, Leng Ran closed his personal terminal and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally, the selection process is done. Storm, the rest of the work is up to you."

Storm: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

“Storm, we’ll be going now.” Leng Ran stood up, while Yang Guang instinctively hid inside Leng Ran’s raised collar.

Seeing this, she smiled coldly, and the door opened to both sides, letting a ray of light into the closed room and illuminating her profile.

"Yangon, we're home."