Chapter 389: Chapter 164: The Pride Deep Within the Youth (Third Update)
(The baby suddenly had incessant diarrhea during the day, so I took leave from work to go to the hospital; I apologize for the late update.)
The group was dazzled as they stared at the bustling scene, almost all of them momentarily stunned.
Such a lively scene was exactly what they had imagined.
There were intelligent robots providing directions, and many departments were showcasing themselves in their own unique ways.
For example, the one charging towards them… that Mecha covered in spikes!
“It’s actually a real Mecha!” the chubby guy exclaimed, his eyes wide.
The Mecha’s imposing and stylish Armor was equipped with numerous flow wings, and its raised hand seemed ready to mount a weapon.
“Light module Armor, this type of flight enhancement unit suggests it’s surely used for long-distance and aerial combat, firepower type Mecha, but it looks weaponless, probably because the academy doesn’t allow it,” White Hair marveled, squinting as he muttered to himself.
Then he followed the Mecha with his gaze.
[Mecha Academy]
“…Mu Fan, you can go register now. I suggest you ask why we all belong to departments, and you belong to an academy.”
White Hair said with a look of grievance.
“Right, sir, go ahead, we’ll accompany you,” Wang Nuonuo exclaimed excitedly.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Mu Fan scratched his head and walked towards that direction.
By the time they reached, some people there had already noticed them.
It must be said that the seniors responsible for recruiting at the Mecha Academy were far from frail, and the female seniors were comparatively much fewer.
A young man wearing a blue streamlined Arm Armor was swinging it around for testing when he first noticed the group.
Although White Hair was quite conspicuous, his gaze had been transfixed on a girl with eyes like those of an elf since he first saw her.
“Yijin, what are you daydreaming about? How’s this latest model of the coordination device? We had a master optimize 36 circuits,” said another.
“Ah? Oh, it’s great, very great. It’s much more precise than the original in terms of feedback, and it was very easy to swing just now.”
By then, Mu Fan and the others were increasingly close to the reporting area of the Mecha Academy. Yijin swiftly made his way forward, smiling at Mu Fan… and behind him at Wang Nuonuo, “Are you here to register at the Mecha Academy?”
But he didn’t wait for the elf-like beautiful girl to reply; instead, he heard an honest “Hmm.”
Wang Nuonuo giggled, covering her mouth, and pointing at Mu Fan, said, “Not us, it’s him.”
“Ha ha ha~” Laughter spread around, making Yijin’s face instantly awkward. When he looked at Mu Fan again, his expression wasn’t as friendly.
“Please show your admission notice.”
Mu Fan handed over his Special Training Base Identity Card, “Hello, senior. The instructor took the admission notice in advance.”
Huh?
Upon touching the heavy metal card lightly to the device,
Mu Fan’s personal information immediately showed up:
[Student – Mu Fan, 17 years old, Army Reserve special recruit, assigned department: Mecha Academy.]
A tall senior sister glanced over inadvertently and then said in surprise, “He’s a reserve special recruit?”
Although her voice wasn’t loud, it indeed made the people around look over, with a few young men in line curiously gazing over.
For them, reserve special recruits only existed in stories; they never thought they’d actually see a special recruit freshman reporting here in person.
“Didn’t expect a special recruit to come for registration right at the start.”
“Where, where, let me see quickly.”
A few young boys and girls looked around and started to become chaotic.
“Mu Fan, is your identity really that impressive?” The fat boy exclaimed in surprise.
“Mu Fan still has cooler stuff he didn’t tell you about…” White Hair gloomily added.
At that moment, a dissatisfied cold hum came from backstage, and upon hearing it, several students at the registration area didn’t dare to utter a sound.
“Does a special recruitment student excite you all that much? How has the prestige of the Mecha Department at Dingchuan declined over the years? Seeing how eager you all look, it’s really embarrassing.”
The proud voice came from behind, and Mu Fan and the others looked up.
A young man with a neat figure in a gray uniform walked out from a passage, his cold eyes under his short black hair revealed his aloofness.
When his gaze swept over the senior brothers and sisters, several students who had crowded in front of Mu Fan instinctively bowed their heads.
“Who is he?” Mu Fan glanced at the man and turned his head to ask.
“The person in charge of this year’s recruitments at the Mecha Academy, a third-year student, the vice president of Dingchuan Mecha Club, also known as ‘Ghost Tiger’—Crock,” Yijin quietly explained to Mu Fan, though he still hoped that the beautiful girl nearby would notice him more.
“Oh~” Mu Fan was noncommittal.
Crock had already walked up to Yijin, and now close by, Mu Fan could see that the other was much taller than himself, and combined with those haughty eyes, indeed had an impressive aura.
The fat boy next to him shrank his neck while others weren’t paying attention.
The little fat boy instinctively feared people who seemed imposing and formidable, otherwise he wouldn’t have been bullied for so many years.
As for Yin Shuai, his eyes suddenly gleamed with intense interest, and with a provocative gesture, he brushed through his white hair, throwing a challenging glare.
Unexpectedly, Crock completely ignored Mu Fan and calmly looked at Yijin, “Since you chose to pilot these giant steel beasts, your will must permeate all their actions. Therefore, I’ve always opposed Mecha Department students being as spiritless as those from other majors. It’s fine if you’re a bit bad-tempered or speak harshly, what I want to see is your ferocity!”
“What senior brother said is right.” Several second-year students, including Yijin, bowed their heads in agreement.
“Don’t act like you’ve never seen the world before. As the foremost and the only major at Dingchuan Academy with ‘Academy’ as its suffix, show the pride you ought to have. Any freshmen who disagree, tell them if they have the ability, they can be like this in the future too.”
“This new student, I’ll handle your admission procedures. The words I just said to them, I also want to say to you, show your worth if you want to go wild here,” Crock said gently as he sat on a mechanical seat, looking at Mu Fan.
“Big Barbarian Bear, this guy looks really fierce,” Wang Nuonuo whispered while tugging at Mu Fan’s clothes.
Mu Fan turned slightly and nodded lightly, indicating it’s okay for him to speak.
Then Mu Fan handed over his identity card and politely said, “Thank you, senior.”
Crock didn’t expect the young man to react so composedly; he twirled the metal-textured identity card in his palm and said, “Neither servile nor overbearing, I like that.”
At that moment, Mu Fan revealed a shy smile.
Others didn’t see it, but White Hair, who was closest, did, and he inexplicably felt a chill.
Others might not know, but he was well aware that deep down Mu Fan was a major brooder, his pride and terrifying strength overturning everyone’s expectations time and again.
“Senior, I just heard you say that the Mecha Academy hasn’t been doing well in recent years?”
Hmm?
As Crock’s fingers, which were tapping on a screen, stopped, he lifted his head, his cold gaze fixed on the boy standing in front of him.
“The Five Great Colleges’ Mech Exchange Competition, Dingchuan has been at the bottom every year. Any other questions?”
“Are their strengths very formidable?”
Crock’s gaze passed over Mu Fan and looked at the sky, his fingers intertwined resting on the table, and he reminisced, “There is always more talent than you imagine. Back when Renault was here, he barely ensured that we weren’t embarrassingly defeated. What, you haven’t learned to walk yet and you already want to fly? Perhaps in the future, there might be someone capable of leading the Mecha Academy to soar, but I assure you, it’s definitely not you, my special, recruited, student!”
A smile curved at the corners of Mu Fan’s lips, his tone was calm, yet the fat boy and White Hair behind him felt their blood pumping to their heads.
“Then I’ll take it as my first goal to defeat them first.”