The Imperial General's Wedding [Interstellar]

From the second class, Xie Jin's mecha combat class was moved outside.

On the training field outside the mech combat building, nineteen teaching level III mechas stood tremblingly in front of Lancelot, respectfully screwing every screw to the standard position.

Xie Jin's voice came from Lancelot: "It is true that piloting a mecha is skillful, but more of it depends on talent, just like you, you can't pilot a mecha of Lancelot's level in your entire life. .”

All the military students: "..."

Xie Jin's voice was calm, and he couldn't hear the slightest bit of sarcasm, but it was this situation of "telling the truth and telling the facts" that shocked the military students even more.

Who is to blame for this... Can they be blamed!

"The teaching of the military academy can allow you to better pilot the mechas of the same gene level, but..." Xie Jin's voice stopped for a second, and when it sounded again, there was a hint of subtle taste, "If even the level III mechas used for teaching If you can't control even A, the military academy can't save you either."

All the military students: "..."

The meaning behind these words is too obvious - you don't have enough aptitude, don't waste my time and drop out of school quickly.

They never imagined that Xie Jin, the god of war who is highly respected by the people of the empire, the former commander of the First Legion, and the general Xie Jin was actually such a...

All of a sudden, all the military students couldn't find a suitable word to describe it.

Lan Wei turned his head and asked Jhin in a low voice, "Is he like this at home?"

"How?" Jhin asked calmly, "Is it authoritarian and selfish?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the military cadet suddenly realized, and finally found a suitable adjective. He wanted to curse a few words in his heart, but he began to feel guilty after cursing, and somehow felt that Xie Jin was right.

This is the saddest.

But more tragic things are yet to come.

They never expected that the first outdoor mecha combat class would be actual combat training. The opponents were not military students of the same level, but the course professor in front of them—Xie Jin. Moreover, this actual combat training would also give a score, calculated Among the results of the final exam.

Xie Jin kept Lancelot in complete condition, and fought against a group of military cadets according to his student number. A 120-minute mecha combat class ended before the end of the battle. The average battle of each cadet The time is 5 minutes, only Dromond and Jhin take a little longer, one is 7.5 minutes, and the other is 7.6 minutes.

As a result, these 19 outstanding students who stood at the top of the Imperial Royal Military Academy received their first failing grade in the military academy career at the beginning of the second week of school. Dromond and Jhin scored 59 points, and Lan Wei scored 2 The score of [-] minutes was a miserable duck egg. If the Office of Academic Affairs hadn't stipulated that the first class must be held indoors, this terrible bad result would have come earlier.

In next week's mecha combat class, Xie Jin will still conduct one-on-one actual combat assessment with the students, and Zhongte Yousheng will once again get the achievement of being hanged by the teacher before get out of class ends.

During the lunch break that day, Lan Wei sluggishly took the nutritious lunch prepared by the military school according to strict standards from the cafeteria window, and sighed the No. 30 nine sighs after the end of today's mecha combat class.

Jhin found an empty seat and sat down. Lan Wei followed closely, put down the dinner plate, and sighed No.40.

Jhin paused the hand holding the spoon, and raised his eyebrows impatiently.

Lan Wei propped his chin, and casually poked the beef in the bowl with a fork: "General Xie Jin said today, let me thank the principal for not giving negative marks, am I so bad..." He changed his hand and continued to support Chin, with a resentful look on his face, said plaintively, "Every day I am looked at by General Xie Jin with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, I have to wonder if I am really mentally retarded."

At the dining table, several people surrounded Dromond and sat down. One of them heard Lan Wei's complaint and said, "It's really not us who are mentally retarded, but him. He hanged us, but it was Lancelot." Special, is it interesting to use a super-S mecha to fight our class III mecha?"

"Yes," another military student said indignantly, "He's just bullying! If it's not Lancelot, it doesn't matter who loses."

"Okay," William, who was sitting next to Dromond, glanced at Dromond's expression, then glanced at Jhin from the air, and said eccentrically, "Where is Xie Jin's mute, you complained so much about being careful with him?" Go back and make a small report."

"Afraid he won't succeed?"

"You said he was dumb, and the dumb should keep their mouths shut."

"He is dumb but not a fool, so he knows what to say and what not to say?"

"It's not necessarily a fool."

Several military students laughed, and Jhin ate the beef in the bowl expressionlessly. The sour taste of the avocado made him slightly frowned, and he swallowed it reluctantly.

Lan Wei waved the spoon and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, we are all in the same class."

"You have a good relationship with him, and I don't know if he has Omeira virus lurking in his body, a dirty thing from the γ3 region." William said coldly.

The restaurant fell silent for a moment, only William was left to listen. The military students seemed to have just remembered this, and carefully evacuated Jhin. Lan Wei was shaking with anger, but Jhin ate the avocado he hated most indifferently.

In the midst of silence, a military student approached William and said, "If you say that about him, what if he gets angry and really goes to report to Xie Jin? I'm not afraid of him, but the results of the final exam still have to depend on him." Xie Jin, it's too embarrassing to say that those in the excellent class cannot graduate from the military academy."

"Yes, my dad will kill me."

"Xie Jin is really so lawless?" William raised his eyebrows and said loudly, "Afraid that he will make a small report? We still want to go to the principal to complain!"

"Vote, complain?"

Everyone was taken aback. None of the teachers in the military academy had received complaints from students in the past few years. Except for Hunter, who was hated by everyone back then, they had long forgotten their right.

The military cadets seemed to have grasped at straws, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, file a complaint! We have the right to file a complaint against Xie Jin! He is too bullying!"

"How do I file a complaint? What process do I need, and what evidence do I need? Last time he beat me, the injury is still there, and the school hospital has records..."

"Complaint?" Amidst the lively discussion, Dromond put down his fork and asked in a cold voice, "What are you complaining about? He taught you too well?"

"what?"

"Don't you feel that your mecha combat skills have improved a lot? William, last week your combat time was 4 minutes and 16 seconds, today it is 4 minutes and 25 seconds, and the mecha stability has increased by 1%. Zhu Dan, your combat time last week The battle time is 3 minutes and 57 seconds, this time it has been increased to 4 minutes and 15 seconds, the improvement is the greatest, and the skill of the right arm has improved—"Dromond randomly clicked on a few people, and pointed out their progress one by one, and finally His gaze swept over William coldly, and he said, "As for Lancelot...Xie Jin is absolutely right. When it comes to the battlefield, we have no conditions for choosing an opponent. It is a high-probability event for a low-level mecha to fight a high-level mecha. If this If you don’t have any awareness, don’t go to the battlefield in the future, and don’t say that you are a top student at the Imperial Military Academy.”

Everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little stiff, as if they were proudly speaking ill of others behind their backs and were suddenly exposed on the spot and slapped severely.

"However," Dromond gave these people a step up, raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "I also can't understand Xie Jin's self-righteous attitude. Sooner or later, I will defeat him and let him submit I surrender!"

"That day will come soon, Your Highness. Aren't you Xie Jin's fiancé? Will you marry him after graduation? In bed, he will know who to submit to!" The military students booed one after another.

"Stop making trouble." Thinking of that scene, Dromond raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and was about to speak, but heard a "bang" from the side, and saw Oledo grab Jhin's neck and press Jhin on the table, Cursed angrily: "Trash, you want to die—"

Beside the dining table, two dinner plates fell on the floor, and the food spilled all over the floor. Oledo's military uniform was covered with sticky food residues on the chest, and a piece of beef sauce was stained on his chin, as if someone had deliberately splashed it on it. Very funny.

Jhin's body was brutally twisted by Oledo, his face was pressed tightly against the table, and his palms were resting on the table. He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes couldn't catch the focus, and he didn't seem to be able to feel the distortion of his body. As if in pain, he showed a complex expression of confusion and anger.

Until his eyes suddenly met Dromond's.

At that moment, it seemed that a bunch of flames were burning all the way, and Dromond couldn't help shivering—he felt a kind of fear, that the young Alpha from the γ3 area was sinking in the storm, using an extremely He looked at him with hatred in his eyes, wanting to tear him to pieces.

Dromond took a deep breath, and William sneered, "He still hasn't reacted after being beaten, look at how stupid he is."

In the next second, Jhin's eyes returned to the usual deepness again. He put his arms on the table and exerted a little force. When his muscles stretched to the limit, he suddenly exerted force, and his body bumped backwards, pushing the weight of Aoi who was tightly pressing down on him. Ledo bumped away.

Oledo staggered a few steps in surprise, and before he could stabilize his body, the man in front of him, who was a full ten centimeters shorter than him, struck out with a thunderous force, knocking him flying!

"boom--"

Oledo Taylor's tall and strong body collided with the white wall, clutching his rolling stomach and moaning in pain. All the way, the table was smashed to pieces, and the floor was in a mess. Looking at the situation in front of him, he pointed at Jhin angrily——

"You! Come with me to see the director of the Academic Affairs Office!!!"

Jhin gritted his teeth slightly, and quickly settled his emotions. He straightened out his messy military uniform, and turned to look at Dromond expressionlessly.

Dromond narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Jhin cautiously. Jhin was looking directly at him. All the emotions in his eyes just now disappeared, but another thing was brewing that made Dromond feel more dangerous. .

Jhin raised his arm, pointed at a military cadet, and said coldly: "4 minutes and 15 seconds, the biggest reason for his improvement is not the improvement of his right arm skills, but his defensive awareness."