Inside a small travel ship painted silver on the outside.
A graceful and charming figure stands inside the cabin, quietly watching the light screen, which is broadcasting the live battle situation from Dingchuan Academy's intranet.
On this grand stage where thousands of academies compete, she only focuses on Dingchuan Academy nestled in a corner of the arena.
And at this moment, on the stage representing Dingchuan Academy, there is only that silent and calm figure.
When he smoothly retracts his fist and stands up, looking up at the sky, the light screen reveals that sharp-edged profile and those calm eyes that inexplicably ease one's mind.
As the fighting match concludes in this manner, a faint smile curves at the corner of her mouth, but soon after, the happiness in her eyes quickly fades away.
"Goodbye."
Lu Qingxue turns off the light screen.
Then she completely shuts off the Sky Communication in her hand and hands it behind her.
The elderly, white-haired person respectfully accepts it with both hands, but seeing the somewhat lonely figure at this moment, his lips move, and he finally opens his mouth to call out.
"Miss..."
"Cabinet elder, the news of my mother's serious illness... who announced it?"
With unparalleled beauty and temperament, Lu Qingxue turns around, her eyes calmly looking at the cabinet elder.
"This..." The cabinet elder hesitates for a moment.
"What, can't say or don't dare to say?" Lu Qingxue's calm gaze brings immense pressure to the elder.
"Miss Qingxue, you'll know everything once you return."
"Understood."
A voice as cold and clear as ice beads falling on a jade plate.
The cabinet elder finally sighs, holding Lu Qingxue's Sky Communication as he walks away, his back even more hunched.
Lu Qingxue gracefully turns around, her cold eyes quietly watching the magnificent space.
With a heart as exquisite as hers, she knew from the start that things weren't simple behind the scenes, but her calm nature meant she wouldn't delve into it even if she knew.
[Perhaps, this is destiny.]
Those always strong, beautiful eyes looked at the reflection of the figure on the glass, and somehow, another pair of calm and peaceful eyes seemed to emerge, eyes that once brought her an unprecedented sense of security.
"Goodbye..."
"Or perhaps never again."
This small travel ship quickly turned into a speck of dust in the vast starry sky.
...
...
"Finally, once again we see the leading figure of Dingchuan Academy, who would have thought the strongest of an A-level academy would come from a first-year." A wise-looking instructor from Taoyun Academy, around thirty-five years old, was murmuring to himself.
After finishing, he turned to look at the youthful boy beside him, "Flash, in the past decade, the most fulfilling thing I've done is finding you on Purple Jade Star."
"Thank you, Supervisor He Tian." The youthful boy seemed not articulate but the respect in his eyes couldn't possibly be feigned.
"Back then you two faced off, what are your thoughts now?"
"Looking forward to battling in the arena."
Flash's voice was calm and steady yet carried the unique pride of youth.
"I'm waiting for you to bring glory to the academy."
Supervisor He Tian looked at the refreshed content on the light screen, a subtle smile on his face.
"Finally, the main event begins."
...
As Mu Fan stepped down from the stage, students and instructors from both Dingchuan Formation and Gonia all watched this extremely powerful yet silent student.
No matter the era, the strong were always objects of admiration.
When Mu Fan approached Ruan Xiongfei, the bald man's face lit up with a broad smile.
"Good boy, you truly deserve to be my disciple, that move just now was damn satisfying."
"But..."
Ruan Xiongfei paused for a moment.
"What is it?"
Mu Fan curiously asked.
"But, the real tough battle is yet to come, I especially rushed back from outside, don't let me down."
"Go over there."
After speaking, the big bald head motioned towards a direction, which led Mu Fan's gaze straight to where Instructor Bach stood.
And right in front of Bach, nineteen young students in academy pilot uniforms had gathered.
These people had emerged from the underground platform just ten seconds after the fighting match ended.
A handsome young man with calm eyes looked at Mu Fan and smiled while winking.
Mu Fan widened his eyes, having never expected his roommate to appear in this situation...
The extremely mysterious Young Master Gu Yunyou, now clad in a dashing pilot suit, openly embraced the cheers and screams of the girls in the stands, laughing heartily without reservation.
"Laughs so arrogantly." The chubby guy was keenly observing below, suddenly feeling a hand hook over his shoulder, then an indignant voice sounded in his ear.
When he turned, that stunning white hair appeared clearly in his sight.
"How is it, surprised to see me?"
White Hair threw a flirtatious glance at the chubby guy.
The excitement that lasted quite some time instantly vanished...
Because he suddenly remembered the Chrysanthemum Shield Mecha White Hair had crafted for him, the greatest insult in mecha history.
A hand smacked flat on White Hair's face, sending him flying like exploding hair, "Get lost, can you not act so brazenly!"
"How can I compare to Old Gu's arrogance, now practically the dream lover of the girls."
"Young, rich, handsome, with debonair charm, elegance...a pear blossom..."
White Hair pouted resentfully while looking at the platform.
"Then why don't you go up there?"
"A powerful person is always the trump card, right?" White Hair said with a straight face.
"Did you finish your subject competition over there?" The chubby guy asked, astonished, having some time to chat with this flamboyant character since the match hadn't started yet.
"Don't mention such mood-killing words, just watch the match." White Hair deliberately avoided answering, face looking all mysterious but the upturned corners of his mouth betrayed his mood.
Evidently, in Young Master Yin's plan, as long as the chubby guy asked a second question, he'd answer excitedly.
As it involved glorious achievements on the knowledge front.
However...
"Oh, let's keep watching Mu Fan's match then." The chubby guy wasn't that sincere, instantly shifting happily back to face the screen.
"...Chubby."
"What?"
"You're really fat!"
"Damn."
The two suddenly started brawling on the stage.
...
"The upcoming mecha battle, its importance needs no further elaboration, you are all the elite and talents of the academy."
Bach regarded these spirited students before him.
"What I want to say is, in this competition, my only requirement—leave no regrets!"
"Anyone have a problem with that!"
"No!" The response was overwhelmingly enthusiastic.
"Good!"
Bach, filled with emotion, looked towards his formation, raising his hand high.
Dingchuan Academy, mecha competition, enter the fray!
"For this battle, all mechas are A-level, ranging from civilian custom models to military mass-productions, to military non-production models, a total of 1857 types, covering ranges from space, sky, to ground combat types, classified by weapon types from close combat defense to assault, from long-range sniping to firepower suppression, all-inclusive."
"What each of you outstanding students must do, is to exert your strength, choose the mecha you are most skilled at, and from today onwards, on this stage...become the pride of the academy!"
"This is the place where dreams set sail, the Federation is proud to have you, mecha competition—officially begins."
The sky suddenly went dark, a floating island appeared.
Galaxy Federation's Chief Justice, a star figure from the House of Commons, Councilman Zong, with his calm yet thrilling language, slowly unveiled a stellar curtain for the 200,000 spectators present.