Chapter 826: Chapter 599: Why Don’t You Ascend to Heaven? (Congratulations to Alliance Hierarch Carefree Sword Immortal 123)
(For the Alliance Hierarch “Free Sword Immortal 123” additional update 4/4, finally paid off another debt, there are two more updates tonight.)
Buzz~
Buzz~
The vibrating sound of the Sky Communication came, and the two people who were fighting intensely suddenly paused.
White Hair’s face was almost kneaded into a bun by the chubby guy’s hands, and he struggled to open his mouth and said, “Hold on, Sky Communication.”
“Is there a ‘hold on’ during a fight?”
“I’ll let you enjoy it in a bit!” White Hair smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, causing the chubby guy to shiver and withdraw his hands, feeling creeped out.
Seeing the Sky Communication number, White Hair immediately put on a respectful expression.
“Uh-huh, Mentor, ah, Mentor, hello!”
After a brief call on Sky Communication, he hung up, then looked at the chubby guy with a troubled expression, “It’s a credit issue, the mentor wants me to go over.”
The chubby guy laughed heartily, not worried about being alone at all.
“The mentor said he left me a few small tasks to do casually, just enough to scrape together the credits, sigh.”
With a sigh, the chubby guy’s face crumpled like a chrysanthemum.
White Hair patted the chubby guy on the shoulder and pointed at the shield hanging over there, “Why don’t you conduct some equipment tests here first? This shield is really good. Just think about it; it’s so useful as a foldable shield to protect against anti-explosive bombs, and at critical moments you can even use it as a skateboard to quickly descend mountains…”
You obviously just wanted to say the first word, the chubby guy shook his head woodenly.
He didn’t want to mention this topic now, no matter how much White Hair boasted about the equipment, he wouldn’t consider it at all.
“Can I join you on the task?” But after thinking about it, the chubby guy asked pitifully.
“Let’s go. I’ll see if I can negotiate something for you.”
So the two of them walked side by side towards the exit, and of course, other sounds came from time to time.
“Chubby, your mecha’s color scheme is too flashy, change it. It can be seen from a space station.”
“Right, so should I change it?”
“Yeah, there’s a new set of Chameleon seventh-generation paint from the Barnard Star System that you might consider.”
“That sounds great,” the chubby guy said excitedly.
“Combined with your Chrysanthemum Shield, you’d be unstoppable on the battlefield!”
“Get lost.”
…
Not long after, the dejected pair walked out of the mentor’s building.
The two demoralized individuals exchanged glances.
“Sigh.”
A long sigh synchronously, they simultaneously moved towards the academy’s task posting zone.
The mentor relented, the task could be split, which resulted in neither of them having enough credits for the year’s minimum standard.
Now the chubby and the skinny one were stylishly standing in front of the public light screen in the academy task hall.
A lot of people passed by because here, apart from academy-issued tasks, there were more personal commissions, also solely using credits as the currency of exchange.
Moreover, students thought Ding Chuan was particularly annoying for having put up a big sign next to you, listing the projects that students could exchange credits for.
They could be objects, temporary permissions, or one-on-one tutoring from a certain mentor.
White Hair glanced at the tasks board where even the meager 0.1 credit tasks were snapped up in seconds, and then looked at the 80 credit Dingchuan Academy five-year [Sharp] series Light Control Chip that made him drool beside him.
This was a limited edition not released to the public, something beyond the military ninth-generation standard mecha chips!
Just thinking about it was exciting, wasn’t it?
Now he could only look at it, better just earn credits honestly.
Every now and then, groups of students passed by, among them some familiar faces.
Just as White Hair was angrily cursing why only teams could take the decent tasks, a young man surrounded by a group of students happened to pass by and turned his head upon hearing the familiar voice.
When he saw that proud tuft of white hair, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Shaotang from Capital Star was in a good mood because he had already completed the semester’s tasks when only a third into the semester, and even with the strong resource support from the student council, he had a lot of credits left over.
So he became one of the first star students to form his own academy team, with the name [Sky Splitting].
Among the first-year rookies at Dingchuan Academy, this team, with a 100% completion rate for three consecutive missions, had almost hogged all the spotlight in the past 20 days.
Seeing White Hair, whom he rarely met after special training, Zhang Shaotang felt that his mentality had fundamentally changed.
Power is a great thing; Ding Chuan is a miniature of society, and here Zhang Shaotang’s starting point far exceeded others.
“What a coincidence, don’t you have a team? Did Mu Fan find you too much of a burden and decide to go solo?”
Upon hearing the close-by voice, White Hair instinctively turned his head and saw the guy who thought of himself as elegant.
The guy looked like a clueless duck from the red-light district in the central area with his meticulously groomed hair and dog-like entourage beside him.
White Hair chuckled, “Yo, long time no see, still the same old smell, indeed no matter how many times it sheds, a mantis shrimp can never become a tortoise.”
The chubby guy looked up at White Hair, feeling admiration, this verbal sparring prowess—only he could match it.
Zhang Shaotang’s facial muscles twitched, and his associates looked discontentedly over, seemingly wanting to gather around.
But Zhang Shaotang gracefully extended his hand to block his companions, then snorted, “Are you worried about credits now? Seeing we’re both from reserve forces, I could approve you as an out-of-crew member for [Sky Splitting], how about that?”
Looking down at White Hair, Zhang Shaotang now had his own assurance.
The excellent recruits from the Army Reserve had almost all formed their own teams.
Dingchuan Academy very much encouraged students to venture as much as possible in the interstellar sector during their studies.
An eligible talent should certainly not limit their vision to one place, but rather create a future with a broader perspective and an open heart, which is Dingchuan Academy’s talent cultivation standard.
His [Sky Splitting] team was currently ranked first among new students, gathering many talented people, and now so many people wanted to join bursting their heads over it.
“Sky Splitting? You sure know how to show off, why not shoot for the sky? Wouldn’t Sky Team sound cooler? I can even recommend a few more local-sounding names for you: Strong Team, Domineering Team, Burying Love Team, aren’t these more grounded… your name is too clichéd, not even for money, man.”
Looking up at a forty-five-degree angle at the stars, White Hair elegantly picked his ear and let out a perfect disdainful snort through his nose.
Silently scoring himself in the heart: 10 out of 10!
This sarcastic voice made the surrounding students laugh heartily, feeling that this guy with the tuft of white hair was incredibly cutting with his words.
“Your mouth hasn’t improved at all after these months,” Zhang Shaotang coldly watched White Hair’s performance.
As the captain of the number one team and a key student council member, arguing with White Hair here would only lessen his stature.
So he casually pointed at the scrolling light screen atop, where, ranked first, was—
[Sky Splitting Battle Team, Level 1, 3 stars, Total Credits Earned: 2.4, Task Completion Rate: 100%], with three copper stars listed next to the team name.
Whether it was those numbers or the three copper stars badge, it all looked far more prominent than the second place.
“I’ll keep leaving you farther behind, and I hope you can soon find a team where you can just slack off until you die.” His unabashedly mocking tone made Zhang Shaotang’s companions laugh heartily; this was incredibly uplifting for them.
“May your bragging maintain such high standards forever,” White Hair pursed his lips, most irritated by being threatened with this or that.
Show-offs were the most disgusting.
Slam~
Just then, a figure quietly walked up to White Hair, and a hand lightly rested on his shoulder.
Caught off guard, White Hair jolted.
“Who?”