Top Warzone Analyst Chapter 138

Everyone knows that a “Class B daddy” can carry the team, but no one expected them to fly so high and so far.

It’s roughly at the level of a martial arts master guiding a rookie to unlock their inner power through the Ren and Du meridians – except Shen Dan is far worse than the average rookie.

Especially when they saw Shen Dan, under the ID “Love and Peace,” spend an afternoon posting three guides on the San Yao forum, slipping in personal bias amid seemingly rigorous data analysis, repeatedly emphasizing their own combat experience as the “MVP,” and even changing their personal profile bio to “MVP Holder” –

The deeply provoked netizens even felt that if UFU just offered a tutoring service where you could team up with Cheng Feng, all the top students in the manual operations major would be scooped up by UFU next year.

All the sign would need to say is one line: “The one who can conquer Shen Dan and make San Yao lose its Love and Peace.”

This will definitely be the darkest day in the history of San Yao’s battle zone. Bar none.

No wonder they say everything is ready except for the “east wind.” This wind is just too bizarre.

What the netizens didn’t expect was that this conclusion was soon overturned.

The true horror of the abyss of despair is that, like the stock market, you can never find the Schrödinger’s bottom.

It all started when Mr. Kong highly praised Cheng Feng’s performance and hoped she would keep it up.

To avoid adding pressure to Cheng Feng, Mr. Kong has recently been weighing every word of praise, treading carefully. Even when Cheng Feng won against Xin Kuang, he held back and only sent a text message of fewer than ten characters to congratulate her.

Finally finding an unrelated matter to give him room to express himself, Mr. Kong immediately showered her with repeated praise through language (class speeches), text (private messages), and action (bonuses), showing how much he valued her.

Cheng Feng felt that Mr. Kong, at his age, had it tough enough, and it was rare to see him this happy. To fulfill his humble wish, she took Shen Dan into mixed battle matches for half an hour every day during her off-duty holidays.

She grew increasingly adept at this behind-the-scenes babysitting role, and before long, she even managed to unlock an achievement title for Shen Dan in San Yao.

Winning the “MVP” medal for ten consecutive matches unlocked the gold special title: “Among the Strong, There Is Always a Stronger.”

As soon as Shen Dan got the title, she equipped it immediately. Whenever she had free time, she would stand on the high platform of the event hall, laughing maniacally, showing off her glorious honor to everyone.

The netizens felt that with every blink of their eyes, a nightmare descended. They prayed every day for Cheng Feng to start competing again soon, so she could sever her partnership with Shen Dan.

They weren’t compatible – those two just couldn’t be idle together.

Perhaps the sincere wishes of the masses successfully triggered the “reverse jinx” effect: the third round of the finals was postponed for three days due to the holidays. After a long wait, the official roster was finally released at 7 a.m. in mid-to-late December.

Those who woke up early logged into San Yao on the dot and scrolled down the page.

Not a bye.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Then their gazes shifted to the other side of the match-up table, where they saw the characters they knew all too well – Xiang Yunjian.

The name hit like a strong dose of waking serum; any drowsiness that hadn’t fully faded was completely shaken off by the shock.

To be precise, this outcome was actually expected in theory, yet surprising in sentiment.

Each round of matchups eliminates half of the contestants. By now, the number of remaining players in the finals was already small. Cheng Feng’s ranking in the ability test placed her toward the tail end, so the probability of her being matched against Xiang Yunjian was inherently high – add a little bit of mystic influence, and it wasn’t surprising at all.

It’s just that netizens instinctively assumed that one was the undisputed leader of manual-operated mechs and the other a top-tier god of sensor-operated mechs – surely such titans should never meet until the very end, striking the bell of a twilight showdown in the final chapter of the story, bringing down the curtain perfectly before countless eyes.

This round came a little too soon.

The most anticipated match of the entire tournament made this league season end seemingly earlier than usual.

Cheng Feng received the result and habitually opened the San Yao forums, wanting to scroll through the netizens’ comments.

Even if there was no reliable intel, building up some frustration to convert into motivation wasn’t a bad idea either.

But the online “masters” who had always counted her out were different this time from what she’d expected.

Their tone had inexplicably veered off course, and their affection for the league had taken a serious detour.

“Cheng Feng, please carry me in a match. Shen Dan’s already gotten a team MVP – I have to get one too, or how will I face my son when I’m old? I’m willing to offer up my body to you. Win or lose, I’m yours from now on!”

“@Ye Guicheng, as long as you let me experience the joy of a war god, I’ll contribute my decade-plus of deadly-accurate reverse jinx powers and pile them all onto Xiang Yunjian! There aren’t many jinxes as potent as mine – don’t miss out, great god!”

“Pick me! My jinx is even more potent! Every team I’ve ever rooted for has never won, every multiple-choice guess I’ve made on exams has never been right, and I’ve never pulled a hidden item from blind boxes. Take me, great one – I’ll pile my entire curse onto Xiang Yunjian!”

“Honey, I can carpool. As long as you’re willing, I’ll be your well-behaved baby who never fights or grabs – you just need to gift me three kills once in a while [heart].”

“I’m especially good at blowing rainbow farts (sucking up). I’ll take just two.”

“At a time like this, you’re still competing with each other? Are you even human?”

Cheng Feng rubbed the bridge of her nose, still unable to figure out the ecosystem of San Yao netizens.

When she was matched against opponents ranked outside the top hundred, they swore up and down that “she’s doomed, she’s doomed.”

Now that she was up against the number-one-ranked Xiang Yunjian, the other protagonist was only worth a passing mention.

A new notification flashed in the group section – both the analysis group and the smaller group chat were buzzing with activity at the same time.

Cheng Feng could foresee the storm brewing in the analysis group. She moved her finger down and directly tapped into the small group chat instead.

What’s Good About Summer: Waited so long and finally today is here. Should we beat drums and gongs today, or should we go out and celebrate? @Ye Guicheng, are you awake yet?

Charge in Recklessly: Maybe you should wait a little longer. The results might bring a surprise.

What’s Good About Summer: You’re right. Every day after this is just the prelude to a surprise. @Ye Guicheng, come on, I’ll play a couple rounds with you to warm up your hands.

Ye Guicheng: No, I’m not going.

What’s Good About Summer: [Ridiculous] What did you say? Do you know how much my sparring sessions cost? And you’re turning me down? [Drawing sword]

Ye Guicheng: I think you’re going to trick me. Swindle some tactics out of me.

Both replies popped up almost simultaneously.

Xiang Yunjian: He would. I wouldn’t.

What’s Good About Summer: Even if Xiang Yunjian would, there’s no way I’d agree! I’m such an upright person!

What’s Good About Summer: @Xiang Yunjian, I wasted that perfect coordination I set up for you yesterday – give me back my life!

My Family’s Got a Mine: [Owl blowing wind] Who’s going out? Grab me some breakfast on the way.

What’s Good About Summer: @Ye Guicheng, look at the trouble you’ve caused. It’s 7 a.m. and you’re still not up – our finance department is already ruined.

Ye Guicheng: I’m up.

Cheng Feng wrapped a thick scarf around herself, tucked her hands into her pockets, and walked out of her room. Shen Dan happened to step out of hers at the same time.

This tall, thin girl with a languid aura – who usually couldn’t even be bothered to open her eyes wide – had been in high spirits lately. Not only was she no longer slouching or dragging her feet, but she also walked with a breeze and carried herself with an air of pride.

She looked up, met Cheng Feng’s gaze, and – after receiving the signal – automatically misinterpreted it through the lens of “Shen family language.” She gave an embarrassed smile and said, “Team up? This early in the morning? That’s not really appropriate, is it?”

Even as she spoke, she was already turning around to go change her clothes. “Wait for me. I need to swap my gear for the computer lab. Two minutes.”

Cheng Feng thought for a moment, then called out to her, saying, “Friend.”

Shen Dan turned back enthusiastically, beaming brightly, one hand propped against the doorframe, and said, “I am!”

Cheng Feng said, “Run a simulation?”

Cheng Feng had looked up a lot of information on Xiang Yunjian and had poured considerable effort into analyzing him. After all, if she wanted to claim the solo MVP, he was a peak she had no choice but to overcome.

Xiang Yunjian’s fighting style is very well-rounded. In other words, he’s a complete all-rounder.

In comparison, other opponents all have visible weaknesses – for example, Yan Shen isn’t aggressive enough, Jiang Linxia isn’t steady enough, and Xin Kuang isn’t flexible enough.

But Xiang Yunjian maintains a consistently high level in long-range attacks, close combat, endurance, and sniping, allowing him to functionally substitute for different roles.

His individual stats might not be the absolute strongest, but when combined with his caution and experience – along with his ironclad defense – he becomes incredibly difficult to crack. Piloting a manual-operated mech makes it even harder to effectively find any exploitable weaknesses.

Shen Dan had also tracked Xiang Yunjian for a period of time, using him as a template for her coursework. Knowing that Cheng Feng needed the data, she generously gifted her the data package and, together with her, discussed operational simulations for manual-operated mechs in various scenarios against this type of opponent.

The final conclusion they reached wasn’t very optimistic.

Unless there’s a major breakthrough, it’s difficult for manual-operated mechs to gain an advantage against already-mature sensor-operated mechs.

Coincidentally, a modeling event hosted by the school club and the final term paper for their major course were both related to this topic. Shen Dan, now fully engaged, delved deep into discussions with Cheng Feng and ended up creating a research project around it.

This caused the name “Xiang Yunjian” to start appearing in their daily conversations with skyrocketing frequency. Cheng Feng even felt that whenever she closed her eyes, she could hallucinate someone whispering that name in her ear.

So much so that when she went out for her morning run, Cheng Feng’s mind was still numb, constantly replaying the scene from her dream where Xiang Yunjian and his Breaking Army mech were circling through the city streets. She didn’t even notice the person running past her.

Xiang Yunjian raised his hand, about to say hello, when he saw Cheng Feng run straight past him.

The white mist from her breath blurred the view ahead, the same color as the winter cold. Xiang Yunjian turned around, caught up in a few strides, reached out, and pressed his hand against the back of Cheng Feng’s neck, giving her a gentle push – not too hard, not too soft.

Cheng Feng shuddered in surprise, turned around in shock, and upon seeing it was him, asked with an inexplicable sense of guilt, “What are you doing?”

Xiang Yunjian laughed and said, “You can fall asleep while running? Let me wake you up.”

With that, he went on his way without a second thought.

Cheng Feng snapped back to her senses and yelled, “How dare you!”

The little owl flying beside her on the morning run joined in with condemnation. “How dare you!”

It clearly held a long-standing grudge against Xiang Yunjian, because he had tattled on it multiple times quite blatantly, ruining its image. But helpless against the gap in combat power, it had been biding its time. Now it was egging Cheng Feng on to get revenge for it.

“The target has moved away. Recommend attacking.”

Cheng Feng squinted and glanced over, poking it in the belly with her finger.

The flight system, which was struggling to maintain balance, was thrown off and wobbled dangerously, almost crashing – dropping twenty centimeters before regaining altitude.

It stubbornly reminded her. “The target has moved away. Currently in attack-ready state.”

Cheng Feng remained unmoved, pulled a tissue from her pocket, wiped her red, frozen nose, and decided to go have breakfast first.

The little owl was deeply disappointed. “Cowardice” went against its robot code of conduct.

It chased after Cheng Feng and said again, “How dare you.”