On Friday morning, Ying Jiao finally finished writing the recipe.

After writing it, give it to Mei Yan, and she won't have anything to do with her after that.

She has two classes in the afternoon, one for mecha combat and one for equipment maintenance.

Mecha combat is still in the simulation room.

Xiao Lu still doesn't have a mecha, because the Zhu family insists on customizing it for him, so they ask Qu Fei to help customize it.

It took a while to customize the mecha. During this time, Lu Yuan could only practice with the mecha provided by the school like her.

"Not bad, Lao Lu!"

Zhu Xingchen was very excited when he saw that the mecha piloted by Lu Yuan had stopped shaking, "You're a pretty fast learner, so you're just a little bit worse than me back then!"

He selectively forgot that Ying Jiao was able to drive skillfully for the first time.

"Next week we will celebrate the 1000th anniversary of interstellar reform. After the celebration, we will have ten days of vacation. I guess Lao Zhao will let us have a mecha battle after the vacation. During this time, Lao Lu, can you

You have to practice hard!"

"Um."

Lu Yuan practices very seriously.

Ying Jiao on the side was paddling.

These mechas are all a burden to her and have no meaning in practice.

She simply squatted on the ground and used her brain to check the content of the next class.

It was still class time, and Zhu Xingchen would have said how brave she was when she deserted so blatantly.

After this class.

"Lao Ying, I wish you peace."

Zhu Xingchen patted Ying Jiao on the shoulder with a sympathetic expression.

He knew that Ying Jiao's next class would be equipment maintenance, and he sympathized with her. Lu Yuan didn't say anything, but his eyes revealed everything.

Ying Jiao slapped Zhu Xingchen's hand away and walked into the equipment maintenance classroom.

There are still ten minutes left before class starts, but a lot of people have already arrived. The seats at the back of the classroom are almost full, and there are only a few empty seats in one corner. There is only one person there, and he is sitting alone in the corner, and the surrounding area is empty.

Several locations.

Ying Jiao didn't hesitate at all and sat over.

"Who is this person?"

"From other departments, right? Otherwise, how could you dare to sit in such an unlucky position..."

"I've never seen this person in the mecha department. He should be from another department."

"How dare people from other departments sign up for this class? How brave you are!"

…

Those people spoke very quietly, not to mention that Ying Jiao had a good ear and heard them all.

She was a little puzzled: Why was this position so unlucky?

After a few minutes, several people came in together.

They walked straight to the corner here. Ying Jiao took a look and thought to himself: There are still people sitting in this place. How could it be so unlucky?

Those people walked up behind Ying Jiao, placed the parts that the classmate behind her was installing on the table, and swept them down on the ground: "Jiang, we want to sit here."

The tone is very domineering.

Ying Jiao took a look at the poor little boy who was picked up by them: his hair was long, covering most of his face, and the school uniform he was wearing was wrinkled and a little dirty after some experience.

The little poor guy didn't say much after being picked up. He just picked up the unassembled parts from the ground and sat down next to Ying Jiao.

"You go to the front, we will sit here too."

Ying Jiao counted their people.

There are five.

But there are only four empty seats in the back.

Oh, including her, there are exactly five.

The poor little boy stood up again.

"Classmate, please give way, we want to sit here."

This time the words were spoken to Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao raised his eyelids without raising his head, "I want to sit here too."

"We want to sit in this seat, you go to the front." The man had a tough attitude.

This time Ying Jiao raised his head and glanced at a few people, but still didn't move.

Although fighting for a seat with a few noobs was a little awkward, there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't used to people grabbing her things.

Not even a temporary seat in a class.

When the man saw that Ying Jiao wouldn't leave, he stretched out his hand to push her, "Hey, I said we want-"

Before the man could finish speaking, Ying Jiao's lightsaber was placed on his neck.

Ying Jiao said quietly: "I said, I want to sit here."

"You, you, what are you going to do!"

The man's legs were so frightened by the lightsaber that he couldn't speak clearly.

"Nothing else." Ying Jiao put away the lightsaber, "I'm just telling you that I want to sit here."

"Okay, okay, sit down, sit down!"

Several people quickly ran to the empty seats in the front row and sat down, not daring to grab anyone else's seat.

Seeing them running so fast, Ying Jiao smacked his lips. He thought they were some ferocious gangsters, but in the end they turned out to be cowards who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

As soon as the others left, the little poor boy sat back immediately.

"Thank you." he said.

The poor little voice was dry and hoarse, and it sounded like he hadn't spoken for several days.

Ying Jiao: "No thanks."

If those people didn't come to take her position, she wouldn't take action.

"My name is Qi Shen."

"You should be proud."

"Are you a combat type?"

"Um."

——"It turns out to be a combat type, no wonder it's so fierce."

——"Combat-type people come to repair equipment? How unimaginable is this."

——"Maybe you don't believe in evil and think we are exaggerating."

——"Maybe it's because of Teacher Qu Fei, hasn't it happened before?"

——"That makes sense."

Ying Jiao heard the whispers from the people around him again.

When I heard that they guessed that she was attacking the teacher, I was speechless and choked for a moment.

——"Ah!!! Just now she said her name is Ying Jiao?!"

--"Yes what's the matter?"

——"You should be proud! You should be proud!!"

Ying Jiao saw someone in the front row quickly turning on the optical brain, and then pointed excitedly at it, "Ying Jiao! Ying Jiao!!"

——"Ah...this, this is the same person?"

——"It must be, look at how cool she was when she took out her lightsaber just now!"

——"Boss! Do we want to hug each other later?"

——"I definitely want it!"

…

In the back, those few people gathered together to discuss how to hold her thigh.

Ying Jiao was impressed.

"this is for you."

Qi Shen quickly put together the pile of parts and pushed the finished product in front of Ying Jiao.

Ying Jiao:?

Qi Shen: "I am Qi Shen, class A1 of the freshman mecha department, and I want to hug your thigh."

Ying Jiao:......

The crowd in the front row is still brewing: !!

——Why did this girl rush away?!

Ying Jiao felt that he couldn't understand the style of this class.

When Qi Shen saw that Ying Jiao was silent, he thought that she did not recognize his qualifications, so he added: "Although I am a bad fighter, I am very knowledgeable about mechas. I can independently design and make high-level mechas at the age of fourteen.

I have been studying hard over the years and have made some progress. Give me a leg, I can repair your mecha."

Ying Jiao: "..."

Ying Jiao silently turned on the optical brain, and moved so fast that the residual light appeared on his fingertips: Xiao Lu!! Why are mecha-type people not normal?

We got back very quickly there.

——Xiao Lu: Has your name been exposed?

——Ying Jiao: Almost.

——Xiao Lu: Most of the mecha-type people are not good at fighting, and they are easily bullied during some large-scale activities, so they like to hug each other. Your name has become louder recently, so they may be attracted to you.

——Ying Jiao:……

——Xiao Lu: This is a good thing. Let’s not talk about it for now. I’m going to practice driving a mecha. Bye.
Chapter completed!