[Interstellar] The heroine is crazy

"Mo, Ming, Lang! I want to challenge you!"

On the first day of the training camp, after the high-intensity training, most of the freshmen were so exhausted that they could only breathe, but there would always be some individuals who were still persevering with excess energy.

One of them is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin among his peers, with wet hair sticking to his face, he can't even tell whether he looks beautiful or ugly... In short, except for the drowned chicken Only the young man with an unforgettable temperament remained, so he stopped Mo Minglang and demanded a challenge.

The drowned boy clenched his fists and said, "Do you remember me?"

Mo Minglang: "..."

V[-]B said coolly: "Give up, stupid boy, it's useless for the little master to strike up a conversation in this way, now he will only ask you 'do you have a medal'."

Mo Minglang: "Do you have any medals?"

The choked wet｜body boy: "...!"

Taking a deep breath, the young man regrouped and was about to take out his golden medal, when he heard V[-]B's indifferent prompt: "Before taking out the medal, you should read any (posthumous) words (words) first, wait a minute. If you take out the medal, you probably won't have a chance. Now, little master, he only recognizes the medal but not the person."

The young man who was stuffed in his chest took a few deep breaths and shouted loudly: "Mo, Ming, Lang, don't you remember me! I'm the one lurking in the pool, I just popped up, I don't even have a face Lu, that water-type supernatural being knocked back into the water by you indiscriminately with a stick! My name is Mann, and I want to challenge you to wash away the shame and humiliation in my glorious life!!!”

After yelling the declaration of war, the Mann boy held up his golden medal with a solemn and high-spirited expression.

Seeing the medal, Mo Minglang simply nodded, "Okay, we can start now."

The red mist condensed in Mo Minglang's hands into a whip in the shape of a violent thunder vine, and the dazzling lightning flashed towards the Mann boy with a 'swish'.

Mann, who was going to return the sap ten times as much as an eye for an eye, looked down at the metal stick in his hand, and after the training, he immediately took a shower with water-type abilities: "...!!!" Damn it Ink, Ming and Lang!Isn’t his ability a small wooden stick? What is he trying to do with a whip now? That whip is still charged~

The boy Mann, who had misjudged the enemy's situation, decisively threw away his weapon and rolled on the spot.

It's a pity that Mo Minglang, who was surrounded by mist, was extremely fast. The moment after the Mann boy dodged, the crackling electric light covered his hood again...

'Pa~''Papa~''Papa~' The intertwined power grid was shining brightly, and Mo Minglang pulled out a whip with the momentum of a whole raging thunder vine.

The onlookers paid their attention to the Mann boy who was stubbornly rolling around under the power grid with a sad and complicated mood, and looked at the tattered training uniform, the blackened face, and the erected face. hair……

The heroic and tragic fate of the pioneers~

Mo Minglang finished drawing Mann under the watchful eyes of everyone, and after collecting his trophy medal, he went back to the dormitory without taking a cloud.

The little fat man twitched the corners of his mouth, and followed like a little daughter-in-law.

Some of the students who were about to take advantage of the fire also swallowed their saliva, and tacitly made way for a passage.What's the matter, before they can fully grasp the information of the number one target, they should observe and observe, try to make a decision before making a move...

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On the second day of the training camp, the high-intensity training ended, after most of the students were abused into dead dogs.

"Mo, Ming, Lang! I want to challenge you!"

Thunder exploded on the flat ground, and the second pioneer appeared—a tall man with gray and hard skin, er, a sturdy young man piled up like rocks, appearing in front of Mo Minglang.

V[-]B whispered to his little master about science: "He should be from the Yanyan tribe. A race with a structure similar to human beings bred in the universe. Almost all the adult members of the Yanyan tribe are fighters above S rank, and their skin is hard. , born with fire abilities, high defense and high attack, like a moving volcano, very difficult to deal with.

However, their people's brains are usually not very good, their lives are very primitive, and they have always been attached to the empire.Occasionally, all the major military academies will compete to recruit those with good IQ.

The universe is vast and mysterious, and our mech battleships cannot be used anywhere. In those places, the fighters of the Yanyan tribe are usually the most outstanding killing machines. "

The rock boy's opening remarks were almost the same as Mann's yesterday, "Mo, Ming, Lang, do you remember me?"

Mo Minglang: "..."

V[-]B comforted heartlessly: "Give it up, the little master doesn't even distinguish between men and women when beating people, how could he remember your face on purpose? Although you do look a little special."

After getting a negative answer, the rock boy didn't hold his breath in grief and indignation like Mann did yesterday. Instead, he seemed to be slightly relieved in grief and indignation.Afterwards, he stopped talking nonsense, took out his golden medal, and motioned to Mo Minglang, "My name is Toulouse, I wanted to challenge you yesterday, but someone preempted me, so I will wait until today to fight you fairly." , can we start?"

Mo Minglang nodded, and a sea of ​​flames rushed towards his face in the blink of an eye.

The red mist blocked the sea of ​​flames, and Mo Minglang still used the violent lightning vine whip to whip Toulouse.

V[-]B, who was full of research spirit, reported to Mo Minglang regardless of the occasion: "Little master, I finally solved the mystery of Toulouse's subtle expression of grief, indignation and relief earlier!"

Hearing this, Toulouse couldn't help but was stunned, and was immediately hit by Mo Minglang's whip, and there was a burst of crackling lightning on his body.But this noise can't stop V[-]B's cheerful voice from getting into his ears—"Little master, he's better than that Mann who was knocked unconscious by your sap yesterday without even taking a shot of his face. I found you and The picture recorded when he first met..."

Toulouse's bad premonition happened soon, and he heard V[-]B muttering to Mo Minglang: "Well, even if you are my little master, I still can't help but give a little reprimand, little master, in the In such a special situation, when he asked you where there is a toilet in a friendly and unprepared manner, how could you be so ruthless and unreasonable to knock on someone's sap. Oh, by the way, he only spoke half of his lines at that time, you It must have been automatically filtered, but it still can't change the fact that you hurt the innocent and fragile heart of a teenager...you..."

"Shut up!!!" Toulouse's gray skin was flushed with embarrassment, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he grabbed the electric whip and tore it into two pieces with a loud roar.

After the whip was destroyed, it turned into red mist and returned to Mo Minglang's hand, transforming into a small red sword.

'Bang~' Toulouse's rock-hard fist filled with hot magma collided with the small sword in Mo Minglang's hand.

The hot magma splashed all over the sky from the indiscriminate attack. Being on such a fierce and fierce battlefield, the onlookers retreated far away.

'Squeak~' The blade of the sword was a little scarlet, and it cut the skin on Toulouse's shoulder.Mo Minglang deflected Toulouse's brute force in the process of teleportation, and looked at him silently three meters away.

When Toulouse clenched his fists and prepared to fight again, Mo Minglang raised the corners of his lips slightly at him, and said nonsense with his eyes open: "My evil brain said, now, immediately, hand over your medal to me." Come out, otherwise, it will send the picture of you peeing your pants to the college website."

Toulouse was deeply shocked by this despicable and sinister brain, he was helplessly stunned for a few seconds, and then said angrily: "It, why did it do this!"

Did you pee your pants?Mo Minglang said calmly: "It was in a hurry to go back to the dormitory with me to play games on the interstellar network, but you obviously delayed its time."

V[-]B, silently taking the blame, stiffly pretended to be dead.

"It's an intelligent brain, what does it want a medal for?!" Toulouse, who was held in the handle, tried to calm himself down and think.

Mo Minglang shrugged helplessly, "Of course it's for me. I need credits, and medals can be exchanged for credits. Although V[-]B is not noble enough and will do whatever it takes to achieve its goals, it has always been loyal to me."

The hacked V[-]B: What can I do to save you, my little master with no limits and no morals...

Toulouse was even more puzzled, "Your credits are already the first, what do you need so many credits for?"

"In order to graduate early!" Mo Minglang opened his arms, looking up at the sky with high ambition, "The vast universe, tens of thousands of secret realms are still waiting for me to experience and explore, how can I waste eight years in the elementary military academy ?”

"The vast universe, tens of thousands of secret places..." Toulouse suddenly felt that a door to a new world was opening to him, and murmured: "In my hometown, life is very primitive. Being selected by the academy, being able to take a flying ship to study on the main star of the empire is already the most remarkable thing. Now after hearing what you said, I realized how short and narrow my vision is. It turns out that there is still such a big and so vast world. The stars are waiting for me..."

The chat was almost over, Mo Minglang said sincerely: "If you don't fight, you don't know each other. During the fight just now, I think you are an admirable and upright man. Don't worry, I have taught my brain a lesson. It will Delete all the pictures about you that day and keep them secret. It was an accident that day, sorry."

Toulouse, who was deeply moved, immediately handed his medal to Mo Minglang, and said a little ashamedly: "I would like to admit defeat! If the academy didn't allow students to suffer heavy casualties in the duel, your sword just now should have It has already pierced my neck. I, because I rarely met an opponent like you, and because of the misunderstanding that day, I was not happy, and I was a little bit reluctant to give up the medal, so I brazenly pestered you and wanted to continue Hit it. Now that I think about it, it’s my villainous heart. Don’t blame your brain because of me. I’m actually on the same level as it in terms of ideological awareness..."

V[-]B who was shot innocently: "...!"

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