Cheng Feng had already pulled her coat halfway off, revealing an oversized thermal undershirt underneath that looked like something an old man would wear. Hearing Dr. Lin’s call, she slipped her coat back on.
Dr. Lin pushed the door open and took one look at her outfit. He drew in a deep breath, a mix of indescribable expressions flashing across his face – clearly, a fierce internal battle was raging within him, one that human language could hardly capture.
Finally, his lips trembled slightly. He raised a hand to cover his forehead, the lower half of his face twisting into a grim smile as he let out a faint, resigned sigh. “This is Xiang Yunjian’s fault. I thought even if each of the four of them brought only a fraction of their brainpower, they might still pool together enough to form a complete one. Turns out, I overestimated them.”
A fool and a group of fools – there was no difference.
He bit back the curses threatening to spill from his lips, struggling to maintain his composure in front of Cheng Feng. But when he lifted his head and opened his eyes, the sight of her old-man undershirt was nearly an offense to his aesthetic sensibilities. He couldn’t help but think that forbearance was the most useless of all human virtues.
Dr. Lin said, “Wait here. I’ll go find you another set of clothes.”
Most of the staff who came for the enrollment drive were men, and the two female teachers from the administrative office were relatively older, so there were no suitable clothes for Cheng Feng. Dr. Lin had no choice but to go to the mall to buy her a couple of outfits.
Worried that Cheng Feng might not be used to wearing skirts, he finally picked out a white shirt with embroidered collar and a pair of black suspender shorts – a relatively androgynous style.
Just as he was about to leave the mall, he noticed the wig display in the neighboring shop window. Remembering Cheng Feng’s shaved head, he found it a bit troubling and went in to buy a wig as well.
During this season, the temperature difference between day and night on the post-war planet was extreme, but it was the height of summer in the Alliance. The spacecraft maintained a constant temperature, making such light attire perfectly normal.
Why was someone still wearing thermal underwear?
The items were delivered to Cheng Feng.
Compared to the new clothes, she was clearly more fond of the shoulder-length wig. She examined it for a while, then put it on her head. Sneaking a few steps to the corner, she looked at herself in the mirror, and her whole mood brightened noticeably.
Seeing this, Dr. Lin breathed a sigh of relief.
Once she changed out of that set of old men’s clothes – bought from who knows where – she finally looked like a normal girl.
However, her limbs were overly slender, the once-concealed gauntness of her figure now fully exposed. Blue-green veins lay beneath her pallid skin, tracing faintly along the lines of her bones to suggest the shape of her muscles. Crisscrossing her arms and knees were several old scars, their origins now impossible to discern.
The harsh life on the post-war planet had left its deep marks upon her.
After completing Cheng Feng’s basic physical examination, Dr. Lin closed the door to the infirmary and took her along with him back to the room.
…
Xiang Yunjian and the other three were still lounging lazily on the living room sofa.
Having not returned for several days, alumni from UFU were constantly asking them about the new student. Xiang Yunjian found it annoying, so he activated message blocking and pulled his brothers to grind for team points on San Yao.
When Cheng Feng entered, no one even looked up – until Dr. Lin cleared his throat in displeasure. Only then did they reluctantly spare a sliver of their attention to glance over.
That one look made them all freeze.
She looked familiar, yet not quite so familiar.
Xin Kuang mumbled, “Who’s this?”
Jiang Linxia was the fastest to catch on. He put down his optical computer and said sternly to the doctor, “Dr. Lin, don’t just dress up a boy like a girl. That’s how you give someone gender identity disorder – it’s not cute at all. He’s already confused about what species he is; are you trying to make his game even harder?”
Xiang Yunjian frowned as well. “Besides, he’s already way too delicate. If he gets upset, he just ignores people. I was trying to toughen him up in a more rugged direction – we can’t have two Jiang Linxias in the team.”
Jiang Linxia snapped angrily, “Oh, screw you! Is that what I’m like?”
Yan Shen said, “Why give him clothes like that? He probably doesn’t understand any of it. Didn’t we bring him boys’ clothes? Did Cheng Feng not like them?”
Jiang Linxia yelled, “Compared to what he usually wears, Alliance menswear is practically high fashion!”
Xin Kuang seemed to want to say something but held back. His eyes darted around – he felt he could see what was going on, but didn’t dare say it out loud, and silently looked away.
Dr. Lin, holding the folder with the medical report, strode over and smacked Jiang Linxia and Xiang Yunjian hard on the head.
Yan Shen was sitting farther away and escaped the blow. But hearing that dull thud, he felt his own brain start to ring, now both buzzing and empty.
Dr. Lin gritted his teeth and cursed, “I! Am! Delicate! For fuck’s sake! Cheng Feng is a girl! Are you all blind?!”
“Impossible!” Jiang Linxia, not even bothering to tend to his aching head, jumped onto the sofa and shrieked in near horror, “Im-poss-i-ble!”
Despite his words, the group held their breath, their eyes fixed on Cheng Feng as they scrutinized her from head to toe. Yet they simply couldn’t connect the person before them with the little boy in their memories.
The memory sectors of their brains seemed to have malfunctioned.
“If you’re saying she’s a girl…” Yan Shen finally found his voice, though he had to swallow hard mid-sentence to maintain his composure, “she… she really does kind of look like one?”
Jiang Linxia’s head gave a barely perceptible nod.
Dr. Lin let out a derisive laugh at their reaction.
There stood Cheng Feng, who hadn’t said a word, yet these grown men were carrying on as if they were the ones who’d been violated.
He patted Cheng Feng on the shoulder and said, “Curse them out!”
Cheng Feng obediently searched her vocabulary bank. “Perverts.”
“That’s not good, Dr. Lin,” Jiang Linxia murmured very quietly. “Don’t teach girls to swear.”
Yan Shen practically whispered, “Especially accusations like ‘pervert.'”
“Struck a nerve, have I? I can’t be bothered with you. Go back and retake middle school health class.” Dr. Lin couldn’t even be bothered to roll his eyes at them. He ushered Cheng Feng forward, saying, “Put your things away. I’ll take you to get dinner.”
Cheng Feng simply said, “Oh.”
…
On the way from the room to the cafeteria, they inevitably ran into some of the new students being recruited this time.
A few young men approached, smiling as they prepared to greet Dr. Lin. But their gazes drifted to Cheng Feng’s face and got stuck there, unable to look away. One of them blurted out instinctively, “Bos…”
The word “Boss” that was supposed to follow just wouldn’t come out. Their footsteps froze along with their voices.
Even after Cheng Feng walked past them without changing her expression, they remained dazed and disoriented, whispering behind her, “Is that Boss? Did he always have… this kind of preference? What… what do we do now?”
Cheng Feng turned back, sweeping them with an utterly indifferent gaze.
The two immediately felt frightened, shrinking their necks like quails and clasping their hands together in an apologetic gesture toward her.
Dr. Lin gently turned Cheng Feng’s face back around and advised, “Ignore them. There are lots of these types in military universities. Don’t get near these single dogs – it’ll bring you bad luck.”
Cheng Feng only half-understood, but nodded anyway.
As they reached the cafeteria entrance, she voiced the question that had been puzzling her deeply.
“Can’t someone with long hair be Boss?”
This question genuinely stumped Dr. Lin. He choked for a moment, then could only counter with, “What do you like to eat? Let me get it for you.”
…
After Cheng Feng left, Jiang Linxia carefully felt his way down from the sofa as if treading on thin ice.
The four guys fell into an inexplicable, heavy silence. They uncrossed their legs, emptied their minds, and maintained this solemn atmosphere until Cheng Feng returned.
In truth, they had already composed themselves.
A robot – what difference did male or female make? This was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Cheng Feng lacked much of the experience that came with normal society and still needed guidance from her dads.
They carefully reviewed their memories, relieved that they hadn’t said anything weird in front of her. At most, they’d only teased her about her hair.
Now that she had a new wig, she probably wouldn’t mind such a small thing.
Jiang Linxia, being sly, seized the opportunity. After Cheng Feng sat down, he quickly shifted the blame. “This is mainly Xiang Yunjian’s fault, you know? He was the one who mistook you for a guy and led all of us down the wrong path.”
It was indeed the truth, so Xiang Yunjian didn’t argue. He leaned against the armrest of the sofa, his unfocused gaze fixed on a potted plant in the distance.
Cheng Feng said, “Oh.”
“Not that it matters – girl, so what?” Jiang Linxia lowered his voice, negotiating with her. “But whatever you do, don’t tell anyone that we stayed at your place.”
Cheng Feng said nothing, just dropped her head and pulled out her optical computer.
A twinge of unease crept into Jiang Linxia’s heart. He glanced at his friends, only to discover – unfortunately – that the other three useless guys looked even more helpless than he did.
He snuck a peek at Cheng Feng’s screen and saw her just mindlessly switching back and forth between the San Yao forum and the main interface. He caught on immediately and eagerly stepped forward. “I’ll teach you! I’ll teach you!”
Cheng Feng said, “But I don’t have an account.”
Jiang Linxia said, “I’ll lend you mine! Play as much as you want!”
“Thank you,” Cheng Feng said understandingly. “Once I can register my own, I’ll return it to you.”
Jiang Linxia: “…” So you’re saying you want to share my ID until you get your ID card?
He turned his head and asked, “When the hell is her background check going to be finished?”
Cheng Feng’s background check was quite simple.
Her range of activity had been extremely narrow, mostly confined to her home. And her home was utterly destitute, with nothing noteworthy to examine. After obtaining certification from local officials, they could begin the process of applying for household registration.
The spacecraft couldn’t remain on the postwar planet for too long. Once the initial verification was complete and the documents were organized, the administrators decided to return to the Alliance first. The remaining procedures could proceed at a slower pace.
They applied for a temporary ID card for Cheng Feng, which would allow her to move freely within the Alliance and pass identity checks, though with limited rights and privileges, expiring after three months.
For reasons Dr. Lin himself couldn’t quite articulate, he kept delaying sending Cheng Feng’s medical report back. He merely told the admissions staff remaining at the university: No special remarks. Physically healthy.
The other party replied with an enthusiastic “Great!”
Xiang Yunjian and the others didn’t dare say a word about this.
During this period, they kept their heads down and behaved themselves. Not only did they go through the United Federation University regulations with Cheng Feng, but they also acted as her playmates, joining her in playing educational mini-games.
“It’s like raising a daughter,” Jiang Linxia remarked emotionally. “A daughter and her four incompetent dads.”
Unfortunately, Cheng Feng wasn’t entirely buying it. “I don’t have fathers as young as you.”
As landing approached, everyone began packing up, either preparing to go home or return to school. Only Cheng Feng still had just a small suitcase and a combat robot.
Moreover, the technician had disassembled her combat robot and packed it into a suitcase. Otherwise, having a fully intact combat robot appear in the Alliance would easily lead to misunderstandings.
Seeing her looking so unconcerned, Jiang Linxia suddenly thought to ask, “Does Cheng Feng have any money right now? When does UFU financial aid get disbursed? Will she be able to afford food without us around?”
Yan Shen replied, “Dormitory is free, and there’s a daily meal subsidy of fifty credits. But financial aid won’t come until after formal enrollment – at the earliest, after the freshman competition.”
Jiang Linxia worried, “She still needs to buy daily necessities, right? Clothes, toiletries… And she eats so much – shouldn’t she have some snacks in the dorm?”
The more Jiang Linxia counted, the more he realized this would require a considerable amount of money.
Cheng Feng had absolutely nothing. Was she going to live like an ascetic monk after coming to the Alliance?
Besides, while tuition could be waived, some teaching materials and extracurricular training hours would need to be purchased out of pocket.
It was said that students in manual mecha operations and command category B required a lot of money. Not only were they expensive, but they were also ostracized by the infantry department.
Jiang Linxia had recently adapted quickly to his new role. The mere thought of Cheng Feng being bullied just after enrollment left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Cheng Feng reached into her pocket and showed them her fortune. “I have over two hundred credits. Plus the lodging fees you paid before.”
“My poor daughter.” Jiang Linxia’s tone took an urgent turn. “I thought we agreed not to mention the lodging incident! Please, I’m begging you!”
“Oh,” Cheng Feng said. “I have money.”
“That little bit of money? Save it to buy yourself some candy.” Jiang Linxia looked around the room, and since Xin Kuang wasn’t there, he said, “Ask Xiang Yunjian. He’s got money. From now on, if you need anything cleaned up, you can also go to him – he’s a professional.”
Xiang Yunjian stretched out his arm and beckoned. “Come here. Daddy’ll give you some money.”
Cheng Feng didn’t move from her seat, her gaze steadily fixed on her optical computer.
Jiang Linxia was struck by a sudden insight. “Internet addiction really is the most terrifying infectious disease in the world.”
…Kids grow up, their wings harden, and they no longer appreciate the goodness of society.
A smirk tugged at Xiang Yunjian’s lips. “Want some braised pork, mouth-watering chicken, little cakes?”
These were Cheng Feng’s favorite dishes on the spacecraft.
To be precise, she liked anything that wasn’t cabbage – every new dish was a brick breaking down the door to her new world.
Cheng Feng put down her optical computer, her expression slightly forlorn.
Xiang Yunjian beckoned again. “If you can hold out until the freshman competition, you should have money by then. You can pay me back afterward.”
“Actually, our team’s been looking for a vice-commander for a while now,” Jiang Linxia added. “If you join us, it’ll come from the team account. Then you won’t have to pay him back. Our team’s pretty impressive – money’s not an issue.”
Cheng Feng hesitated a moment, then admitted to herself that she couldn’t resist the temptation.
All her self-restraint meant nothing against over a decade of cabbage.
She silently stood up, walked over to Xiang Yunjian, and extended both hands like an unfilial child pretending to be obedient.
Xiang Yunjian pulled out his optical computer, ready to transfer the money.
Cheng Feng said, “I want cash.”
“What for? Planning to make a run for it with the money?” Xiang Yunjian reminded her, “Most places in the Alliance use digital wallets for payment.”
He pulled out the last few hundred credits from his pocket and handed them all to Cheng Feng. “I’ll withdraw more and give it to you later. Only kids in our family get treated this well, got it?”
The unfilial child had already run off, leaving not a trace of warmth behind.
Xiang Yunjian shook his head, self-deprecating. “If she were really my daughter, she’d definitely pull my oxygen tube when I’m old.”
Jiang Linxia burst out laughing at this, smugly chiming in, “See, what kids really need is companionship. Look how considerate Cheng Feng is with me, how close we are? She already says ‘thank you’ to me.”
“You?” Xiang Yunjian shot him a cold glance. “You’re the scammer who’d show up at my door every day trying to sell me health products when I’m old!”
Jiang Linxia chuckled merrily. “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t just scam you alone. I’ll rotate between you and the finance department – lighten your burden.”
…
When the spacecraft landed, the school shuttle was already waiting at the airport.
Jiang Linxia and the other two said their goodbyes and hailed cars to go home, leaving only Xiang Yunjian still with the group.
The staff led the students out of the waiting hall, and they boarded the shuttle in an orderly manner, heading to United Federation University.
When these students were born, their home countries were still war zones, with gunfire and explosions thundering everywhere, forcing them to take shelter and move between different bomb shelters.
After peace came, the long postwar reconstruction began, yet it was still difficult to restore their former glory.
They had never witnessed with their own eyes a modern city that could be described as “magnificent” – it exceeded anything they had known about the world. Now, sitting in the tour bus, they stared fixedly at the fleeting street scenes outside, unable to look away.
The young people, who had been as boisterous as a pot of boiling porridge just moments ago, now fell into complete silence.
Envy, surprise, unfamiliarity – these emotions faded into blandness in the face of such an immense gap.
They simply watched quietly. Watched the joy and vitality on the faces of pedestrians along the street. Watched the landmark buildings that had stood tall for many years. Watched the complete and functioning rules and order of this city. Watched the beauty nurtured by long-lasting peace.
Their gazes were focused, their expressions solemn.
And in their hearts, they humbly dreamed that peace might one day favor their planet just like this.
The school shuttle stopped at the campus gate. Everyone picked up their backpacks, rose with a rustling sound, straightened their backs, and filed off the bus in seat order.
Cheng Feng sat at the very back. Through the window, she noticed several teachers and instructors who had appeared in the videos earlier, also standing there.
They stood in a row, smiling warmly and naturally, shaking hands with each passing student as a gesture of welcome, while volunteers beside them directed the newcomers to collect their dormitory information.
By the time the carriage was nearly empty, Cheng Feng finally stepped off.
The teacher from the manual mecha deapartment caught sight of her and looked slightly surprised. He couldn’t recall if there had been any female students on this year’s special recruitment list.
A petite girl with clear, bright eyes – a very cute little thing. If he had seen her before, he would definitely remember.
But his eagerness to recruit talent was too urgent. He didn’t pay much attention, briefly shook Cheng Feng’s hand, and then looked past her, peering into the shuttle.
He asked, bewildered, “Is that everyone?”
Xiang Yunjian, the last to step out, replied, “That’s it. All here.”
“Then… then where’s Cheng Feng?” The manual mecha teacher was flustered. “Where is she?”
Cheng Feng: “…”
She tugged at the corner of the 1.9-meter-tall man’s shirt, pointed to herself, and offered a friendly smile.
The manual mecha teacher was stunned, his mouth agape. All the prepared speeches he had mentally rehearsed instantly miscarried.
“Huh… huh?”
Xiang Yunjian said tactfully, “A small, unexpected complication came up.”
For a moment, the teachers didn’t quite react, staring at Cheng Feng with shock-filled eyes, their minds racing – there’s no way she could have gotten sex reassignment surgery in such a short time, right?
Once understanding dawned, a new wave of tension set in.
Damn it. Was this cross-dressing, or was she actually a girl?
How exactly were they supposed to begin this opening conversation?
Cheng Feng’s patience lasted exactly three seconds. When it ran out, she turned and started to walk away.
The manual mecha teacher hurriedly grabbed her. “Wait a moment! My surname is Kong. You can call me Mr. Kong, or Uncle Kong – whatever feels comfortable. How old are you, classmate? Oh my, what a cute little girl you are.”
That question… for some reason, it always sounded a bit inappropriate.
Xiang Yunjian had a sinking feeling that the manual mecha department might be doomed because of this teacher.
The instructor forcefully shoved him aside, putting on an even more kind smile than he had rehearsed. “Hello, Cheng Feng. Welcome to United Federation University. Although our military department has relatively few female students, we’ve produced many outstanding women. I hope you’ll be the next one.”
Receiving the compliment, Cheng Feng politely bowed. “Thank you.”
The instructor was moved – deeply, profoundly moved.
Amidst a garden of exotic and peculiar flora, a normal flower of the motherland had bloomed, quiet and pure.
He said excitedly, “Every talented person has their own personality. Don’t worry, UFU has always been inclusive and tolerant! As long as you don’t disrupt social stability, you can live very well here!”
But Cheng Feng didn’t think she was particularly strange – certainly not strange enough to require their tolerance.
Mr. Kong tried to approach again. “Your major hasn’t been decided yet…”
The Command Department teacher cut him off. “The Freshman Competition – do you know about it?”
Cheng Feng had heard this term before and wisely replied, “It can make money!”
The Command Department teacher smiled. “Yes, it can make money.”
Cheng Feng nodded.
“But the spots are limited,” the Command Department teacher continued. “Each military university can only select the top-scoring students in each major to recommend for participation. Your situation is quite special – you don’t have a high school registration. You were specially admitted after assessment by the school, and you’re enrolling a month later than regular students. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t be eligible to participate.”
Cheng Feng turned to Xiang Yunjian, questioning him with her eyes.
The Command Department teacher continued, “However, your comprehensive evaluation score is very high. After internal discussions within the admissions team, we’ve decided to give you a chance nonetheless.”
A hint of resentment flickered across Mr. Kong’s face.
Cheng Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.
The Command Department teacher added, “But…”
At this point, Cheng Feng had only one thought.
People who speak in half-sentences, embedding a twist in every paragraph, really make you want to hit them.
The Command Department teacher maintained his composure. “The evaluation we gave you was based on the Command Category B major – specifically, Data Analysis and Modeling. After all, the simulation exercise couldn’t assess your manual mecha skills, and to ensure fairness, the Freshman Competition doesn’t involve mecha operation either.”
Cheng Feng waited, but no next sentence came. Thinking he might be missing a straight man, she prompted, “But?”
The Command Department teacher chuckled. “No ‘buts’ this time. Would you be willing to participate in this year’s Freshman Competition as a Command Category B participant?”
It sounded like a significant event, with many people involved.
But Cheng Feng didn’t have a very clear understanding of what Command Category B entailed, let alone its specific responsibilities.
“I’ve never played this before,” Cheng Feng said hesitantly. “It’s all you humans’ games.”
“It’s nothing special. You’ll work with other vice-commanders to refine battlefield data for modeling, guiding the freshmen to plan correct attack routes.” The Command Department teacher paused. “Just like what you did in the exercise.”
The principle did sound quite simple.
Her combat robot came with a vast map analysis function, and Cheng Feng had learned alongside it. Combined with her innate spatial awareness and sense of distance, though her learning process wasn’t systematic, it had honed powerful data processing abilities.
If the relevant code hadn’t changed, Cheng Feng thought she could manage it.
She glanced at the people across from her and felt she could probably describe herself as “strong.”
She was just a little shy about saying it.
“It’s alright. You have two days to think it over. The deadline for submitting my list of nominees is the day after tomorrow.” The Command Department teacher’s attitude was much nicer, his speaking tone consistently unhurried, which somehow matched oddly well with Cheng Feng’s mechanical voice. “By the way, let me introduce myself. My surname is Luo.”
Cheng Feng said, “Hello.”
Mr. Kong added sourly, “But official military university leagues do include mecha combat. This time it’s just freshmen showing their faces to each other – it doesn’t represent which major you’ll eventually choose. You can think about it some more.”
The instructor said, “Let’s exchange contact information, then go get some rest. I’ll send you a message later. Once you’ve made a decision, just tell me directly on your optical computer.”
Cheng Feng simply handed her optical computer to the other party.
With the hasty welcome ceremony concluded, Xiang Yunjian picked up her suitcase, indicating he would escort her to the dormitory.
Halfway there, Cheng Feng turned back to glance thoughtfully at him a couple of times.
Xiang Yunjian encouraged her, “Earn your own food. Whether you live in prosperity or not depends on this one shot. The Freshman Competition is open to the public – it’s very lucrative.”
Cheng Feng nodded emphatically.
…
The military department of UFU was quite wealthy. In the past two years, they had built several new dormitory buildings, and students lived in single rooms within suite-style apartments.
Xiang Yunjian dropped Cheng Feng off at the entrance of the dormitory building and left. Cheng Feng climbed up following the signs to find her room.
It was still during the holiday period, so the entire dormitory building was mostly empty. After moving her things inside, Cheng Feng locked the door behind her.
The temporary ID card couldn’t be used to register for a San Yao account, but it seemed the UFU student card could.
Cheng Feng sat on the bed, took a photo of her credentials to enter, and finally had her own personal account.
She wasn’t very proficient in using it yet and navigated to the settings interface to fill in her information.
ID: Ye Guicheng
Personal Bio: A robot man.
After typing these last few words, Cheng Feng deleted them, realizing this description would seem strange to people.
So she censored some letters.
“A *** man.”
This was the mystery of a robot!
Cheng Feng remembered Jiang Linxia’s ID from using his account, so she proactively added him as her first friend.
True to form, the internet-addicted youth was online, and replies came popping up one after another.
What’s Good About Summer: Cheng Feng? Whoa, I almost forgot you had this name too.
What’s Good About Summer: What did you write in your bio that got censored? “Robot” isn’t a censored word, is it? It looks kinda sketchy like this.
What’s Good About Summer: Whatever, let’s expand that friends list first. [Contact Card] [Contact Card] Add Xiang Yunjian and the others.
What’s Good About Summer: Good luck with the Freshman Competition, I’ll be watching the livestream! [LOL]
Ye Guicheng: Oh.
What’s Good About Summer: ? Do you have some kind of problem? You type so fast, but even online you’re still this stingy with words?
Cheng Feng had already switched away from the interface.
She replied to the instructor and received the schedule for the Freshman Competition along with the rules. Reading through the regulations from start to finish, she found there weren’t any special provisions.
It was a free-for-all involving United Federation University, First Military University, Second Military University, and several other famous military universities, along with alliance teams from various smaller military universities. Final scores would be calculated based on each school’s kills, deaths, and supplies acquired. The school with the highest total score would claim victory.
To sum it up in one sentence: use your fists to determine who has the right to speak. Any extra rules would only hinder the students’ performance.
The instructor also sent over a promotional image.
The picture was flashy and gaudy, its bold red color scheme making Cheng Feng’s eyes feel hot.
It proclaimed that United Federation University had won the Freshman Competition championship for three consecutive years. If they brought home the trophy again this year, they would make the history.
It urged all students to carry the hopes and trust of their predecessors, forge ahead with determination, and create outstanding results once more!
Instructor: UFU is the strongest! [Charge!]
Cheng Feng typed a line, then deleted it.
Feeling somewhat doubtful, she switched back to the San Yao forum and searched two keywords, discovering that someone had posted a similar thread just a couple of days ago.
[Freshman Competition, is UFU really that strong?]
A seemingly simple title, but unexpectedly, the comments below had erupted like a nest stirred up, people arguing fiercely.
“King of picking up scraps!”
“A school specializes in picking up scraps dares to call itself the strongest?”
“They clearly said ‘really that strong,’ not ‘the strongest’ – is the person upstairs crazy?”
“The person upstairs is probably from First Military, aren’t they just mad about losing? Year after year of boasting, year after year of defeat, can’t even hold onto second place. But UFU has won three consecutive championships – if you’re not convinced, all you can do is ‘nyah nyah nyah.'”
“Why does all the dirty water get thrown at us First Military people? Are you sick? Can’t the ‘Second’ in Second Military spell itself out?”
“? Damn you all, First Military can’t go a single day without provoking us, can you?”
“UFU isn’t strong? That’s the most arrogant joke I’ve ever heard.”
“Second place, third place, nth place – here laughing at first place. Hahahaha!”
“Good things don’t happen three times. UFU will lose this year for sure! Mark my words.”
