"Say." The cold and beautiful face looked at Mu Fan quietly.
"Um, do you still have the molten berry fruit? Can you give me some more..." Mu Fan said sheepishly. It would be unreasonable to talk to a woman about asking for food when we meet.
But I currently have no way to obtain this fruit.
So I’d better give it a go...
Lu Qingxue looked at Mu Fan in surprise, then suddenly smiled, and that smile seemed to completely brighten the sky.
"Yes, but there is a condition."
"you say."
"Fight with me again."
"So easy?" Mu Fan said in surprise.
"Of course not, this is just a warm-up, and then you will accompany me to a party in the afternoon, an exchange meeting for interstellar elites."
Lu Qingxue's voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate.
"Ah, exchange meeting? Party, banquet like that? No, no." Mu Fan recalled what happened in Villa No. 1 in his mind. He seemed to be unfit to attend such a banquet, and immediately shook his head and rattled.
Same.
Every time I go there, something more or less will happen. It’s better to have more than less, so I’d better stay away from it as much as possible.
"Here's the deal, six molten berry fruits."
"Eight!" Mu Fan looked determined.
"make a deal."
A faint smile appeared on Lu Qingxue's cold face.
Mu Fan always felt that the iceberg-like senior in front of him seemed to have untied some knots in his heart, and the ice in his tone that had not melted for thousands of years seemed to be melting.
But why such a change occurred, Mu Fan didn't know.
"Time and place?" Mu Fan turned around and squatted down, carrying the boulder on his shoulders, and asked in a low voice.
"Come to the Kendo Club at nine o'clock in the morning and follow my arrangements. The exchange meeting will be at the 9th Orbital 37 Space Station. The return time will be a little later, so be prepared in advance." Lu Qingxue's eyes were serious.
What kind of exchange meeting is actually held in a space station outside the atmosphere?
Is it possible that those so-called elites can appreciate the superior psychology of overlooking the planet?
"I understand, then I'll go back and prepare."
With a low cry, the heavy boulder rose and fell with Mu Fan's rhythmic breathing, and disappeared on the platform on the top of the mountain.
When Mu Fan's figure disappeared, a flash of fluctuation flashed in Lu Qingxue's eyes.
Is my choice right or wrong?
Or should it really be like a sharp sword, cutting straight down, and everything should be in line with one's original intention.
That slight fluctuation finally disappeared, and his eyes returned to that everlasting coldness.
With three fingers clasping the string, the big bow was pulled to the full moon at this moment.
An astonishing aura surged from the woman in black bow suit, and her black hair rose up, revealing her slender and white neck.
Buzz!
He opened his fingers slightly, and a wooden arrow came out of the string with strong force.
The howling mountain wind continued. This wooden arrow penetrated the mountain wind and hit the red heart on the lying stone without any deviation.
With a thud, the wooden arrow sank nearly halfway in, leaving only Wuyu's tail trembling.
A long stream of white hair came out of his mouth.
With his bow drawn and his eyelashes lowered, the cold figure carried the long metal box and jumped down from the other side of the mountain step by step.
…
"Hei, what kind of existence is the ninth orbital 37 space station?"
Mu Fan returned to the bedroom of the apartment, took a bite of the molten berry in his hand, felt the surging energy, closed his eyes and asked.
"Private domain, ownership is anonymous. Currently, the specific owner cannot be found in the online database, but it can be judged that this space station has not been owned by the government since its registration fifteen years ago." Hei's voice contained a hint of emotion.
I was a little curious, because if I hadn't heard it from Lu Qingxue, I really wouldn't have known there would be any so-called elite gathering here.
No information on holding elite exchange meetings was found in the federal government's public portal.
Then these so-called elites are quite intriguing.
So Hei told Mu Fan the information he had found.
Mu Fan swallowed the remaining fruit in one gulp and then wiped his hands.
"In this case, let's take it one step at a time and hope that this so-called exchange meeting will be safe and sound."
He silently looked at it in his mind. As for whether things really turned out as he wished, it was not something he could arrange.
At nine o'clock in the morning, Mu Fan, wearing an academy uniform, arrived at the door of the Kendo Club on time. Unlike the others, Mu Fan was holding a travel bag in his hand.
When he entered the kendo club, his memory could tell that half of them were familiar faces he had met before.
As for the other half, Mu Fan had no impression, but looking at the similarly young faces, most of them should be students from the first grade.
"Mu Fan?"
Wearing a swordsman uniform, a ponytail full of youthful vitality, and a crisp voice, he is clearly the extremely popular Bing Su.
She was currently holding a wooden sword and standing at the forefront for a swordsmanship demonstration. When she saw Mu Fan's face clearly, she shouted in surprise.
"Good morning, Senior Sister Bing Su." Mu Fan smiled and nodded.
This action also made the students who were undergoing training behind them murmur.
Who is this person?
However, most of the people who ask this question are newcomers to the kendo club.
They did not see the passionate scene where Mu Fan fought against everyone in the fighting club on the day of recruitment outside the recruitment point of the Kendo Club.
But for those old students who knew Mu Fan, their hearts were more complicated because just a few days ago.
Only then did they realize that the real pilot of the black mecha Jisui soldier who had attracted countless fans on the Internet was the junior student in front of them.
Mu Fan looks harmless and always has a plain face.
However, Bing Su ignored the resentful looks behind him. Instead, he happily wiped the sweat from his forehead, sheathed his sword and stood in front of Mu Fan, and said with a smile:
"It's so good to see you again! I'm so blessed, my junior! I never thought that a mecha master would come out of our kendo club. He's so awesome! Sister Xue is already waiting for you inside. Please remember to do so in the future.
Stop being so desperate, you don’t even know that I was almost scared to death when I saw the live broadcast.”
Hearing the beauty's praise and sincere concern, which was full of youthful vitality, Mu Fan couldn't help but feel better.
"Thank you for your concern, senior sister. I will pay attention to it in the future."
"Okay, okay, I won't delay you anymore, let's go." Bing Su waved her hand magnanimously, and her swaying ponytail attracted the attention of the opposite sex behind her.
Just as Mu Fan was about to turn to the right and walk inside, he heard Bing Su excitedly asking in a low voice: "Junior, I want to discuss something with you. If your mecha level is so high, then it will definitely be okay to post on Battle.net.
Bar."
Mu Fan turned around and thought for a moment in confusion, then nodded.
If you don't let those cheating mechas control your Po Battle.net operation, there should be no pressure.
Especially after mastering the Sogrel Conjecture series of skills, Mu Fan felt that Battle.net's improvement to him was extremely limited.
As for the PO battle, he thought there would be no problem, so he answered in a positive tone: "There should be no problem. What's wrong, Senior Bing Su?"
"Then you have a training account on the intranet, what is the ID? Tell me quickly! Senior sister needs your help to find the place."
Bing Su said excitedly, now she can't forget the scene of being brutally tortured by that iron ball mecha.
This is simply a stain in Miss Susu’s life!
After hearing this, Mu Fan couldn't help but feel a little amused. Senior Bing Su was very playful, and the expression with gritted teeth when she spoke seemed to be filled with deep hatred. It looked like she had been subjected to inhuman abuse.
"Yes, the nickname on the intranet is [Shura]. If there is no other name with the same name, it would be me. I didn't remember the digital ID. I'll take a look when I go back... So, senior, your... huh? Senior Bing Su?"
As he was talking, Mu Fan suddenly noticed that the smile on the face of the senior schoolmate opposite him, who had an arrogant figure and invincible youth, had disappeared, and instead fell into an extremely depressed state.
"Senior, what's wrong with you? If you're not feeling well, go to the medical center. You can come to me after I've finished my work recently."
Mu Fan said kindly.
"No, it's okay... Junior, please go find the president first. I want to be alone."
Bing Su struggled to say a word, then turned around with a cloud on his face.
Strange senior sister...
Mu Fan muttered in his heart and walked away without thinking too much.
But the classmates behind Bing Su who were staring at the goddess's back with great interest suddenly saw what they thought was the ugliest look on the goddess's face in history.
"What are you looking at! You, you, you, and you! Come over and practice!"
Bing Su's murderous fingers directly called out the four students with the most direct eyes.
A moment later, screams rang out in the dojo.
But Mu Fan didn't know all this. As soon as he entered the president's room, a sharp sword light struck him instantly.