Top Warzone Analyst Chapter 32

Next to the restaurant stood a commercial building. After finishing her meal alone, Cheng Feng walked past the building and noticed a large screen on the mall’s exterior wall playing an advertisement for machine parts. Even the slogan was tantalizing.

[Customize your look – your exclusive robot.]

Cheng Feng was dazzled, her eyes lighting up.

The robots in the Alliance all looked so magnificent!

She lingered for a moment, telling herself to stay in control, but in the end, she was inexplicably drawn to step inside.

When it came to the development of components, the Alliance was ten thousand times better than the post-war planet.

Cheng Feng enjoyed collecting discarded parts. Some could be repaired and reused, while others were only good for display. But most of them were dull and clunky in appearance, completely incompatible with combat robots and impossible to install.

The Alliance’s new accessories, however, were exquisite and compact, beautifully designed, and could be independently installed on different robot models – things Cheng Feng had never seen before. She longed to own them.

After browsing the store for a long time, Cheng Feng emptied her pockets and bought a small silver receiver.

When she came out of the shop, it had started to rain.

The heavy rain in late summer and early autumn carried a hint of chill, causing the temperature to alternate between warm and cold, reminding Cheng Feng of the unpredictable temperature swings on the post-war planet.

The dry ground was gradually dampened by rain slanting in through the entrance. Cheng Feng crouched at the mall’s doorway, gazing at the dense, mist-like rain outside, and pulled out her light computer to pass the time.

She opened the San Yao Forum, where the top post was an official announcement celebrating UFU’s achievement. On both sides and at the bottom of the page, there were eye-catching red banner ads, looking particularly flashy.

Scrolling through, she noticed that the entire front page was flooded with her name – it was truly a spectacular sight.

[Analyzing Comrade Cheng Feng’s Data Analysis (Shy)]

[Synchronously Simulating Cheng Feng’s Modeling Speed (Suggestion: Ordinary People Shouldn’t Over-Identify)]

[I heard Cheng Feng is a distant relative of the UFU president, a hidden card kept secret to secure the fourth consecutive championship – is that true?]

[Using this thread’s traffic, let me also ask: What are the admission channels for UFU? Kinda urgent.]

[Comparing Cheng Feng’s hand speed to the mysterious person who broke the San Yao manual operation record last time – whose is faster, higher, stronger?]

[This Year’s Freshman Competition Revenue (Rough Estimate)]

Cheng Feng’s eyes were already glazing over from scrolling, but when she reached the last post, she suddenly snapped awake. She tapped the title several times in quick succession until the page finished loading.

“Here comes the money! Based on this year’s popularity and donation amounts, the total revenue is around 8 million. As the champion, UFU can take a 30% cut. After deducting taxes and registration fees, the average individual income for participating freshmen is about 15,000. Meanwhile, students from the four major factions earn around 8,000 per person. Freshmen are already making money during their summer break – congrats to all the participants!”

The comment section was just as lively.

“Too bad it’s a rookie league with donation limits and equal revenue sharing -otherwise, with Cheng Feng’s popularity, she’d have struck it rich this time!”

“Can studying well put food on the table? Of course it can.”

“I bet on UFU winning and won 3,000 bucks from my dad. Thanks, Cheng Feng!”

Fifteen thousand – that was a huge sum. Enough to give her combat robot a brand-new outer shell.

Cheng Feng closed the page with satisfaction, but her finger accidentally slipped and tapped on the next post.

[The First Military University’s report is out too. Is the school administration so desperate they haven’t even eaten, just sitting around analyzing Cheng Feng? Is this student really that much of a threat?]

“[Video] Data accuracy rate above 95%, efficiency at 97.2%. Even in the military university league, reaching the top tier wouldn’t surpass this level. Below it, there’s a professor’s commentary stating that Cheng Feng holds an absolutely dominant position.”

“I naively thought the first analysis report was using exaggerated rhetoric and even argued with people in the comments under that post – until the official accounts of the First and Second Military Universities came out to explain…”

“Don’t even mention it. The opening research topic for Category B command students at the Second Military University this year is exactly this. [Crying]”

“Although the competition between military universities is fierce, they’ve always been quick to admit defeat. The important thing is to understand why they lost.”

“UFU picks up bargains every year. This time, they managed to break through the joint assault of the three military universities, and finally, it’s no longer about luck. I imagine the three major military universities themselves are quite excited.”

“Are you sure it’s excitement? The student talent pool has completely fallen off a cliff. I bet they’re absolutely furious.”

“Cheng Feng has basically cut off the next cohort’s path. I feel sorry for the underclassmen at UFU.”

“What does the next cohort have to do with my Cheng Feng?”

“A god-tier data analyst – now that’s some real immersion!”

“Isn’t Cheng Feng a relative of the UFU president? No matter how she performs, she was definitely going to be pushed to the forefront anyway.”

Being praised by so many people made Cheng Feng a bit shy.

She quietly basked in the happiness for a moment, then clicked on the netizen who had started the rumor and replied word by word: “I don’t know the UFU president.”

After thinking it over, she revised it to: “Piss off.”

Brevity truly was a fine quality.

She hit refresh, wanting to check out other posts, when she noticed the official account of UFU had popped up just a few seconds ago.

[Announcement: United Federation University Freshman Admission List (Special Recruitment)]

In the table, the Infantry Department usually preceded the Command Department. Everyone casually clicked to search, only to find two matches for the name Cheng Feng.

This external announcement, which should have gone unnoticed, sank for a few seconds before being pushed up by netizens. The front page was flooded with question marks and exclamation points.

The netizens, who had already been bombarded all morning, had their minds going blank – or perhaps they were just deeply wounded by the information in this announcement.

“?? My brain’s fried, and I’m even hallucinating. Does the freshman competition always have this much of an aftermath?”

“Cheng Feng’s full name is Ye Guicheng, right? The parentheses mean it’s definitely her, don’t they?”

“Must be a mistake, right? Why is Ye Guicheng’s name also in the manual operations department?”

“Wait, Cheng Feng is a special recruit from a post-war planet… I suddenly have a bad feeling. No way?”

Netizens erupted in heated discussions, frantically tagging UFU’s official account demanding an explanation. Yet the official account remained silent, and a few minutes later, even posted a new guide for the start of the school term.

Everyone was dumbfounded for a long time, repeatedly clicking refresh to see if the list had been modified again. Five minutes later, they finally accepted the reality under the intense shock.

“Damn! Do the manual operations and command departments share a common code system? I remember they barely overlap!”

“How could they possibly share? Even the operation panels aren’t the same – there’s a wall between these two majors!”

“F*ck! Has the arrival of a superstar already escalated to this level?! Is this even reasonable?”

“So, Cheng Feng is basically a hidden gem discovered from a post-war planet?”

“Damn, so UFU has been showing off all along, and they deliberately posted this now, didn’t they? Can the leaders of the other military universities even stomach their meals today?”

Cheng Feng let out a low chuckle, liking various exaggerated comments. Just as she was about to flip to the next page, a shadow suddenly loomed over her from behind, blocking the mall’s lights.

Xiang Yunjian held an umbrella, looking down and asking, “What are you doing here?”

Cheng Feng looked up and glanced ahead.

The rain had lessened, but it was still coming down quite a bit.

She said, “Robots can’t get wet.”

“Oh…” Xiang Yunjian said meaningfully, “Generally speaking, other than the brain, most parts don’t easily get water damage.”

Cheng Feng could tell he was mocking her.

How could this person’s true colors be so ugly? Even taking shelter from the rain invited his sarcasm?

She shuffled further into the corner, but the collar of her shirt was grabbed from behind, lifting her up.

Cheng Feng was about to curse at him, but Xiang Yunjian simply dragged her over to the entrance of the mall and pointed at a machine embedded in the wall, indicating that she should swipe her ID card.

Skeptical but willing to try, Cheng Feng did as told, and an orange extra-large umbrella popped out from the slot in the middle of the machine.

Xiang Yunjian’s tone was deliberately gentle. “Get it now?”

Cheng Feng: “…”

Xiang Yunjian chuckled. “The human world is already very convenient. If you need, I can give you a detailed explanation.”

Cheng Feng tucked the umbrella under her arm and muttered, “I was actually in a really good mood today.”

“Kids are the ones who are moody,” Xiang Yunjian said, handing her something. “A gift bought for you with contributions from the ‘dads.'”

Cheng Feng couldn’t quite grasp the joy of being someone’s “dad” and had no idea why these guys were so obsessed with it.

She stole a glance out of the corner of her eye and saw it was a box with blue wrapping.

Xiang Yunjian said, “A portable smart robot.”

Cheng Feng declared with conviction, “I’m a loyal person – I won’t go behind my old friend’s back to get another one!”

Xiang Yunjian curled his lips into a smile. “I asked a professional repair technician whether it’s possible to extract the database from a robot with a damaged core. He said it’s worth a try.”

Cheng Feng tilted her head, mouth slightly agape.

Xiang Yunjian ruffled her hair, hung the bag on the handle of her umbrella, and said with amusement, “Now hurry back to the dorm and check out your new friend.”