First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Optimal Selection

Everyone skipped the announcement and immediately opened the mech selection page.

Next to the mech, a brand new detailed function explanation and operation guide was added, followed by the mech's basic data.

When Lian Sheng first saw the mech, she was somewhat disappointed. Because from the appearance, there weren't significant changes after the update, only minor adjustments to details. Overall, the lines became smoother, and the exterior color became much purer. The proportions of the upper and lower limbs were slightly adjusted, making the body more symmetrical.

Based on first impressions, she guessed that some data had been enhanced on the original foundation to counter the basic attributes of manually operated mechs.

But such changes shouldn't warrant a mysterious five-day server downtime.

Seeing the actual mech, Lian Sheng calmed down.

She didn't immediately check the parameter changes but zoomed in on the mech to observe its detailed parts.

Then she discovered that while the general appearance remained unchanged, the detail changes were simply heaven-defying.

The connections between various parts had all been adjusted. There were also many almost invisible metal joins on the mech body.

Previously, to ensure the absolute defensive integrity of the mech's exterior, the entire mech underwent material fusion treatment after assembly, making seams virtually invisible. The appearance of such changes now meant the mech was innovating in a new direction.

Manually operated mechs had new transforming types, and sensor-based mechs naturally developed in this direction as well. After all, most of the technicians who designed the transforming mech blueprints back then were recruited from Sanyao into the research institute. This was their most important research achievement, and of course, it would be handed over.

However, compared to manual operation, the development of transformation in sensor-based mechs had much higher inherent limitations.

Lian Sheng observed it first, got a general idea, then opened the parameters and compared them item by item.

This update completely replaced the mech's external materials, using new heat-resistant alloys and electrically insulating materials. The total mass of the mech was directly reduced by one-third; the Qixing's weight was even slightly lighter than Ji Ban's Moshi. Simultaneously, based on the mech type, its shell's impact resistance was enhanced to varying degrees. Additionally, a new layer of defensive material was added around the cockpit to ensure the pilot's safety.

Various basic stats were significantly increased: increased base speed, enhanced jumping power after charging, improved flexibility of mech joints, and so on.

Various basic equipment versions were updated: enhanced radar search accuracy, improved stealth technology concealment, expanded effective communication range between mechs, etc.

Various combat support tools were corrected: increased thruster power, increased available energy reserves for the mech, expanded field of view and resolution, etc.

Various sensor data transmission corrections: added intelligent somatosensory discrimination, reducing the physical burden on the pilot. Enhanced capture of sound and smell information.

Listed above were the reforms of small components. Looking closely, almost all details had been corrected, resulting in significant performance improvements.

One could imagine the meticulousness of the research institute's work and the effort they had spent on mech technology research and development over the past century. Progress from zero is entirely different from progress made starting from a score of sixty.

They updated the data all at once, but behind this century, how many failures and improvements had they experienced? Progress, minute by minute, gradually accumulated to today's achievements.

How much effort and time must be condensed to forge a path that advances alongside history?

This was something that seemed natural to outsiders but couldn't be simply overlooked. Just stopping to think about it, one couldn't help but be moved by this great human spirit.

The points mentioned above were already exciting enough.

However, when everyone scrolled the update announcement to the very bottom, they found a highlighted note. The content above could already be described as shocking.

Mechs were called arsenals, so the most important aspect was, naturally, the changes in weaponry.

Previously, the fixed weapons for mechs were broadswords for close combat, and cannons plus energy guns for ranged attacks. Depending on the mech type, the quantities were reduced differently. Cannons were heavy, inconvenient to carry, had crude attack trajectories, could only reach mid-range, and had limited uses. Energy guns consumed enormous amounts of energy and had low lethality, placing high demands on the pilot. Sniper-type mechs could carry additional custom ammunition but needed to sacrifice movement speed, and the cost was high.

Now, the arsenal reserves had directly doubled, adding several types of new weapons.

These weapons, like Ji Ban's Moshi, were no longer mounted as extra equipment on the shoulders and back, adding burden. Instead, they served as support materials, spliced and loaded onto the mech body, ejecting directly for operation upon command.

To facilitate assembly, these weapons were smaller, with shapes tending towards regular geometry, more like folded toys. Frankly, they looked a bit strange. But according to the detailed weapon stats, both power and range had increased significantly.

They still used the mech's stored energy for attacks, but the consumption was less than half of the original.

Close combat weapons saw an increase in types.

Modifying the body of sensor-based mechs for transformation was somewhat difficult, so handheld weapons became the best point for development.

Weapons could transform between sword, saber, and staff forms, with adjustable length and thickness. Furthermore, the weapons had their own propulsion systems and were equipped for high-voltage electrical attacks.

Everyone was already excited after just a rough look.

This was definitely a powerful enhancement no less significant than Moshi! This also allowed for a more intuitive comparison of the previous gap between the two mech types.

Even though there had been prior speculation, the changes released by Sanyao far exceeded their estimations. Military academy students couldn't contain themselves, flooding various official websites with screams, shamelessly expressing their fervent love for the research institute and Sanyao.

Everyone knew that what awaited them wasn't just the Sanyao selection trials after the update, but also a series of changes and innovations. Their third-year cohort was truly standing at the cusp of an era of change.

Non-professional onlookers, deeply infected by their mood, also felt a sense of pride and confidence in the Alliance's military research achievements.

The sensors in internet cafes everywhere were almost in short supply. Regardless of prior interest in Sanyao and mechs, now, under the media hype and relentless recommendations from friends and family, people went to glimpse the appearance of the new mechs.

For several days, the hype didn't decrease but actually increased. Insiders generously explained the main reasons for this update to outsiders. Although there might be some underhanded dealings behind the scenes, that had nothing to do with them; the surface facts were as they were.

—Thus, Comrade Ji Ban, and his foil, Comrade Fang Jianchen, successfully became famous throughout the world.

Whether it was Ji Ban's victory or the research institute's temporary reform, it created a sense of confrontation between manual and sensor operation. The gossip between the research institute and the artisans, no matter how one thought about it, was unbearably tantalizing.

For a time, this matter became a hot topic nationwide. The public desperately wanted to know the true strength comparison between manual and sensor mechs, and which side would ultimately be proven wrong. They eagerly anticipated the restart of the selection trials.

It felt like outsiders' anticipation for the selection trials surpassed that of the military academy students themselves.

However, after Sanyao reopened its servers, the selection trials still hadn't resumed. No related announcements or match schedules appeared on the official website. Instead, following the trend, several articles praising the research institute and the Alliance military were posted.

The next day, a formal announcement finally appeared.

Due to the massive changes this time, after internal discussion, the organizing committee decided to give everyone seven days of adjustment training time to adapt to the use of the new mechs first.

Including the break and the discussion period, the competition was delayed by a total of thirteen days. To ensure the schedule proceeded normally, the rest time between later matches would be shortened.

This didn't matter, was understandable, and completely acceptable. With such complex changes, they indeed couldn't adapt quickly.

Lian Sheng felt rather frustrated because, with these new weapons, the long sword she had asked Ji Ban to help replace was obviously useless now.

Of course, even more frustrated was Fang Jianchen. He wanted the world to quickly forget him, but the current reality was that he existed in the minds of all Alliance residents.

Fang Jianchen hugged his pillow and wept bitterly, kicking his legs. "Why! Why!! Why am I the only one locked outside the gate of the new century! This isn't fair! The organizing committee isn't even allowing a rematch?!"

Cheng Ze gloated, "You lost completely based on skill, what rematch are you talking about?"

Fang Jianchen sighed, "Why are they so harsh on me? Only my match was an unfair fight. It would be better if everyone just faced it together."

Cheng Ze said indifferently, "Maybe it's because your leg hair is too thick and you don't shave."

Actually, people weren't that malicious towards Fang Jianchen. They just felt his defeat had a sense of 'as expected'. And that alone was enough to make him unhappy.

Ye Buqing comforted him, "You still have one chance for a desperate counter-kill."

After all, it was a double-elimination tournament.

Fang Jianchen jumped up from the bed, fully revived. "You're right. Let me see who my next match is against."

Everyone was busy adapting to the new mechs in Sanyao.

The weapons were completely unfamiliar. After using them, they had to accurately return them to their slots, otherwise, it would waste extra time. So, fixed movement training had to begin. There was also the feeling after various parameter changes, and adjusting the feel during shooting.

Seven days was really too short.

As a result, the training grounds suddenly became much emptier.

The instructors squatted on the sidelines, feeling the warming early spring breeze, every cell in their bodies radiating boredom.

Lian Sheng was experienced. Years of tempering allowed her to find patterns in various changes. Her speed of adaptation and adjustment to new things far surpassed ordinary people. By the second day, she was already wielding weapons, freely chasing others behind them.

Zhao Zhuoluo and the others, their pride wounded, howled wildly, then united to counterattack, collectively bombarding Lian Sheng's Pojun.

Sanyao was a chaotic battlefield.

Gunsmoke filled the air everywhere, brimming with fighting spirit. Only their corner had the atmosphere of a group of mentally challenged children flipping tables and rising up.

These few days, to provide students with a more suitable environment, the military academy's training rooms specifically reserved space for them, not open to the public.

Actually, logging in with their own equipment offered largely the same functions. However, the Alliance internal network had a special training mode, purchased by Alliance University at a high price, which allowed for more targeted individual training and directly disconnected external communication, making it easier to concentrate.

Another advantage was that battles on the internal network were more likely to randomly match with other participating military academy students.

Lian Sheng booked three hours using the student affairs system and headed to the teaching building for training after the appointed time.

Before entering the sensor pod, she routinely went to the restroom first.

She washed her hands and was about to leave when a girl rushed in frantically, bumping straight into Lian Sheng.

Lian Sheng was also startled, nearly knocked over. She grabbed the door frame with one hand to steady herself, then also grabbed the girl to support her.

Looking down, she saw the girl's face was deathly pale, features tightly scrunched, clearly in a bad state. So she pulled her arm and led her to the sink.

A sound of dry heaving emerged; she seemed unable to adjust. After vomiting some stomach acid, she slowly recovered.

Lian Sheng stood behind her, tilted her head, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Judging by her uniform, she should be one of the students from other schools lodging at Alliance University. However, Lian Sheng hadn't had any interaction with them.

She took a couple of breaths, stood up straight, looked at Lian Sheng, and said, "Sorry for bumping into you earlier."

Her skin was rough from sun exposure. Lian Sheng assumed she was overtrained. She said, "I'm fine. But you don't look fine. If you're uncomfortable, you can go to the infirmary. The doctors here are... hmm, very versatile."

The girl quickly shook her head, then looked at Lian Sheng warily and slipped out from the side.

Lian Sheng: "..."

Lian Sheng: "..."

Lian Sheng: "..."

Lian Sheng: "..."

Lian Sheng: "..."

Her first setback with a female. Wasn't she supposed to be a friend to women?

Lian Sheng rubbed her forehead, somewhat depressed, but didn't dwell on it. She turned and went to the training room, seizing the time to adapt.

During the booked three hours, she focused on basic single-player training. She needed to ensure her feel during attacks and stability at the new speed, allowing no accidents.

Time passed quickly when fully immersed.

When the prompt sounded, the training was forcibly cut off, and Lian Sheng realized she was somewhat tired. Rubbing her arms, she took off the equipment and stepped down from the machine.

As she stepped out of the sensor pod door, she noticed a dark figure in her peripheral vision. It was the girl she had bumped into in the restroom earlier, seemingly waiting for her nearby.

Lian Sheng stopped, looked at her, and asked, "Is something wrong?"

The girl stood up, hesitated for a long time, then stammered, "Could you... lend me your training time?"

Training room slots were limited, after all, and Alliance University wasn't generous enough to sacrifice its own interests for others. Opening dorms to students from other schools was already a virtuous act. Allowing them to occupy student training rooms would easily cause resentment. So, training rooms always prioritized Alliance students. The time allocated to students from other schools was very short.

Lian Sheng remembered that their military academy's arrangement should allow for insertion without time limits.

Seeing Lian Sheng didn't answer immediately, the girl felt guilty, afraid of causing trouble for her fellow students, and quickly said, "Ah, it's nothing. I was just saying it casually, please don't mind. Sorry, I'll leave first."

"Wait." Lian Sheng took out her card and said, "Transferring time isn't allowed, and we don't have time limits either. But the maximum booking is four hours at a time. I can help you book a machine now."

The girl froze for a moment, then quickly bowed in thanks. "Thank you. Thank you so much!"

This felt very awkward. Lian Sheng said "You're welcome" a few times, then went to the front desk to swipe her card for her.

After leaving the training room, Lian Sheng went to the restroom again.

She squatted in the stall, scrolling through her optical computer for a while before getting up. As she washed her hands, she saw the girl stumble in from the entrance again, repeatedly splashing cold water on her face.

Lian Sheng walked up behind her. "...Excuse me, classmate."

The girl, caught off guard, trembled all over.

Lian Sheng said, "...Excuse me, miss, do you have a cold? You should rest well, don't train for now. Otherwise, if your condition isn't adjusted, it will be detrimental to the upcoming matches."

The girl shook her head and said, "My condition is fine, I can adjust quickly. Thank you."

That "you" (formal) sounded strange somehow.

Lian Sheng said, "It's just a suggestion, I don't mean to force you. You don't need to be so apprehensive. Good luck."

Not long after Lian Sheng walked out, she ran into Comrade Zhao Zhuoluo again.

He had also finished training and was heading to the cafeteria for a meal.

Lian Sheng had just raised her hand to greet him when she saw another person covering their mouth, rushing towards the restroom behind her at a familiar speed.

Lian Sheng subconsciously turned, stared at his back, then fell into deep thought.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Zhuoluo said. "What's so interesting about the restroom?"

Lian Sheng asked euphemistically, "Is the men's restroom also contracted out?"

Zhao Zhuoluo thought for a moment and actually followed her train of thought. "They probably have motion sickness. I heard many people experienced this when using the new mechs. After all, the mech speed increased significantly this time. The field of view widened, and spatial changes became more sensitive. The impact on the brain is substantial."

Ancient times lacked these conditions, so she had never heard of such a high-end illness. It was Bright Bulb who had mentioned it to her before.

Actually, she felt avoiding oncoming impacts was a human instinct and couldn't really be called an illness.

Lian Sheng said, "Didn't you have tests for this during your physical exams? Unlike the Command Department, you guys have to participate in training, right?"

"Not entirely. The Individual Combat Department requires it. Most majors in our academy also require it, but the standard is relatively low. After all, the military academy doesn't solely aim to cultivate students as mech pilots. Different military branches have different requirements, and tolerance for speed isn't a crucial point."

Lian Sheng: "Can this thing be overcome?"

"Maybe, who knows? Anyway, it definitely can't be adjusted within seven days," Zhao Zhuoluo shrugged. "And if psychological trauma develops, it might become even more severe, who knows."

Lian Sheng thought again about the girl, feeling it was a great pity.

Very few girls made it to the latter half of the qualifiers; anyway, she hadn't seen many in the training room. And as long as one could enter the finals, they could even be labeled as the 'Light of **'.

Military academies needing to liaise and request lodging at Alliance University were generally located in remote areas with relatively scarce teaching resources. Judging by the girl's appearance, she likely came without her own sensor pod.

Why did motion sickness have to affect her specifically?

After struggling so long, finally seeing the dawn of victory, only to discover her physical condition couldn't adapt due to the sudden mech update—how unacceptable must that feel.

No matter what, she probably wouldn't believe it and wanted to fight one more time.

Helpless yet unwilling to give up, wanting to struggle one last time, reminded Lian Sheng of many familiar figures, and a sour feeling arose in her heart.

Regarding others' affairs, she really couldn't do much. And encouragement felt so cheap for these people.

Lian Sheng raised her optical computer and glanced; there were still two days until the selection trials restarted.

The next morning, Lian Sheng got up, took her card, and headed to the training room.

Sure enough, she saw the familiar girl at the entrance of the training room.

She was clasping her hands, rubbing them constantly, seeming very anxious. Her gaze was fixed somewhere unknown; people came and went past her without her reacting at all.

This mental state wasn't good.

Lian Sheng walked up to her and said, "Don't sit on the floor."

"Oh, sorry!"

The girl quickly stood up, gave a standard salute apology: "Sorry!"

Lian Sheng was speechless. "...Classmate, how nervous are you?"

Only then did the girl recognize her, stunned. "...It's you? Lian Sheng?"

Lian Sheng hummed in affirmation, tilted her chin towards the inside, and asked, "Why aren't you going in?"

The girl lowered her head, forcing a shy smile. "No more time left. I want to save it to find my rhythm before the match."

Lian Sheng said, "No time left, yet you still come here?"

The girl pursed her lips, unsure how to respond.

Lian Sheng nodded, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I understand. In this state, even if you don't do anything, just soaking in the atmosphere nearby can put your mind at ease."

Lian Sheng turned and walked into the training room, then beckoned to her.

The girl followed hesitantly. Lian Sheng had already swiped her card to book four hours. Since it was still early and the training room wasn't full, it could be used immediately.

"Seven to eleven o'clock. I'll come back at one in the afternoon. After you finish training, go back, eat well, rest, and adjust your condition. Don't wait around here." Lian Sheng pointed to the side. "A16, that machine over there, you can go."

The girl still hadn't recovered, nodding blankly. "What about you?"

Lian Sheng said, "I'll train back in the dorm; I have my own machine. I'm leaving."

Only after Lian Sheng had walked out the door did she take a step forward and bow. "Thank you! Really, thank you!"

Lian Sheng turned back and waved her hand. "It's nothing. Good luck."

The update of the new mechs brought out a clear problem: the stratification of student quality. This matter was also being hotly discussed on major official websites.

After the mech update, when students tried them again, they found tragedies far outnumbered comedies. The initial excitement about the data update was quickly washed away.

This was no longer something that could be solved through effort.

It was like adapting to the pressure of 100 km/h speed over a short distance—most people could handle it. At 200 km/h, half would be eliminated. But only a few could quickly adapt to 300 km/h. They only needed the top students among those few.

The evolution of anything means further elimination and optimization. It's just that most people, upon seeing the results of evolution, didn't promptly consider whether they were the ones being eliminated.

Clearly, the first round after the selection trials reopened was no longer a competition of combat skills, but a return to the competition of physical fitness.

The advent of the new mechs effectively moved this judgment standard from later professional military training cruelly forward into the selection trials.

When the military personnel saw the news, they relaxed slightly.

It wasn't that their rules were perverse or the system inhumane. It was truly a hard requirement for mech pilots.

Some people were unwilling to accept the facts, wanting to continue training here, firmly believing they could adapt.

However, even adaptation has limits. If they couldn't even accept Sanyao's speed and sensitivity, the military didn't have enough time and resources for them to adapt to real mechs.

Although cruel, it was the truth.

In the next day's match, Lian Sheng's original opponent was a student from a remote military academy. Initial assessment placed their strength at the lower-middle level.

Lian Sheng logged in to prepare.

But before the match started, that fellow seemed to have directly forfeited.

So Lian Sheng waited an extra half hour in the machine until the system rearranged and assigned her a new opponent.

Many spectators waited with her for half an hour. Seeing her finally start loading the scene, they quickly sat up straight, ready to analyze.

"No matter which match, the mechs feel a bit laggy to use. I want to watch the Great General's match."

"Haven't seen the new mechs show off their power yet. Instead, they seem restrictive, like the students can't handle them. A bit regrettable."

"Want to see the Great General versus Ji Ban. Feels like the Great General has already transcended godhood now."

"Is Ji Ban's side finished?"

"The 9:15 match seems to be over already. Manual operation doesn't have motion sickness issues. As fast as you want, input the distance and it's intelligently controlled. Comparing like this, Ji Ban's manual mech is even smoother than sensor mechs!"

Sensor mechs not running smoothly, lagging. Student quality not matching mech configuration. Things like this were actually normal occurrences.

After all, these were new mechs for them, only handled for seven days. Alliance University's curriculum also completely lacked professional mech piloting courses.

And Ji Ban? He had been designing operation commands himself since age six and even participated in mech construction. He knew his mech like the back of his hand.

Urban district scene.

Lian Sheng finished loading the scene and immediately headed towards the opposite side of the map, simultaneously detecting the opponent's presence.

She brought up the mini-map, activated thrusters to advance. Constantly accelerating, nimbly dodging surrounding obstacles, she seemed extremely familiar with the surroundings, making it impossible to tell this was a random map.

When making a right-angle turn, she drew her long sword, pushed off the ground with it, then propped herself up, maintaining high speed through the turn.

The crowd cheered, patting their chests. "Whoa!"

Satisfying!

That seamless, satisfying feeling!

They almost thought Sanyao's update had introduced bugs. Indeed, one had to watch the master's operation!

With powerful propulsion and reduced mass, the mech could directly jump over some lower walls.

Lian Sheng advanced unimpeded, quickly passing the map's midpoint. But the detection radar showed nothing the entire time.

She felt this function enhancement was the most useless. Since everyone got upgraded together, it was exactly the same as having none.

Relying on the most primitive method, she lay prone on the ground, listened for sounds for a while, then cautiously advanced again. Probing and advancing like this, she finally heard a faint sound of mech operation.

At this moment, the radar detection also showed the comrade's marker. Close by, just separated by a wall.

Lian Sheng confirmed the direction, took two steps forward, and scaled the wall. While climbing the wall, she opened the rear weapon bay and drew an energy gun.

Her left arm shielded the front of the cockpit as defense. While pursuing, she adjusted her posture, getting ready.

As she leaped over the wall, she instantly confirmed the target and pulled the trigger to fire.

That mech was already alert, accelerating to dodge. Because the speed changed too quickly, Lian Sheng's shot missed.

The Pojun landed heavily on the ground. She raised her head to aim again.

But that mech suddenly braked hard, then turned direction and charged again.

Not far into the charge, the opposing mech suddenly collapsed to the ground. And while prone, it made a motion resembling dry heaving.

Ordinary students were somewhat afraid of scene changes under excessive speed. They could control their speed themselves; although not smooth, it wasn't too bad. With more adaptation, it would be fine.

But if it directly triggered a physiological reaction, that was somewhat problematic.

This friend had absolutely no need to continue fighting.

The onlookers were also stunned.

"Motion sickness?"

"This is very severe, right? It just started."

"That initial combat maneuver was unexpected, but still quite flashy."

"Now it's..."

"In this situation, forfeiting is better, right?"

"Honestly. If it were me, having fought so hard to get here, and you ask me to forfeit, I wouldn't be willing."

"In this case, it's better to use the old model mech. The stats can't keep up, but at least you can put up some resistance."

Lian Sheng walked up beside her with her gun raised and asked, "Friend, did you eat breakfast? Is your stomach upset or are you too nervous? Can you stand up and continue fighting, or are you done?"

She didn't know either if she could still go on. Was she currently suffering from motion sickness or just nervousness?

She wanted to overcome it, but her condition showed no improvement. The moment she fell, the whole world spun, as if collapsing.

She wanted to stand up.

She still couldn't understand why she had suddenly been declared defeated.

She feared failure. She was grateful for all the rewards from her efforts, so she persisted. But this label seemed to have become a brand. Since the Sanyao update, it could never be torn off.

She knew it before the match started.

Lian Sheng maintained her gentlemanly conduct and said again, "Hey?"

The person on the ground suddenly covered their head and started sobbing.

Lian Sheng was startled and took a step back. "Hey? Don't... I haven't even hit you yet."

The opponent directly forced quit, and the system declared the match over.

Lian Sheng felt an indescribable regret, walked out of the sensor pod, and was then asked to leave the training room.

She found the girl she had seen earlier squatting by the door, crying uncontrollably. Judging by the sound, it seemed to be her opponent.

What a coincidence.

Several boys in the same uniform were comforting her nearby.

"Stop crying." A boy put his arm around her shoulder. "It's okay. Our school making it to the latter half of the qualifiers this year is already amazing. First time in history! Glory, glory."

"Didn't we say from the beginning, just come to Alliance University to take a look? Haven't we finished looking now?"

Her companion said, "Yeah. If you lose, there's still time. We can go out and have fun together, so the trip isn't wasted. Stop crying."

The girl sobbed uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry..." the girl choked out between sobs. "I didn't expect I'd get dizzy, dragging you all down. I tried, but I'm really useless, I can't fix it."

She looked up, teary-eyed, at the people in front of her. "You clearly could have gone to National Defense University, but you stayed for us, and now you're eliminated... I'm really sorry..."

Only five people from their military academy made it to the latter half. The girl losing two matches in a row led to her elimination, causing the other four to be eliminated along with her.

It was precisely because she carried this sense of responsibility that she was so nervous.

"If you hadn't participated, the four of us would have been eliminated long ago," the boy smiled. "District Two is very prosperous, so many good things. But the competition was too tense; if we hadn't lost, we wouldn't have been in the mood to go shopping."

"I feel so relieved now!"

"Us too."

The boy reached out to pull her arm. "Stop crying, let's go. Crying at the entrance is too embarrassing. Our village's light."

Lian Sheng walked over and stood before them. They stopped talking and looked at her sideways.

Lian Sheng smiled at her, then bowed slightly and turned to leave.

Someone nearby encouraged, "Don't be so pessimistic, classmate. Isn't it just losing? Sometimes ending is also a beginning. Ending early is better than losing more. I think anything can happen in our era. Look, even manually operated mechs have appeared, what else is impossible? Humanity never lacks miracles, just don't give up on yourself."

Another person said, "Yeah! What's motion sickness? Now there are even manually operated mechs, dear! If manual mechs are this awesome, what's there to fear about motion sickness?"

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