"That's right, since we are both domestic teams, we always have to bring glory to our country, right? We shouldn't kill each other in the competition," Fu Yu said.
At this time, another boy with dyed hair behind him smiled and said: "I hope our two teams will not meet again in the game, otherwise, it will be very embarrassing!"
After saying that, the young man suddenly pointed at Weslin with his hand.
"Have we met somewhere?"
Weslin stared at the sinister guy with sharp eyes, and said with a smile: "Maybe. I should have seen her on the street. Oh, by the way, do you know a pregnant woman at the door of the church? I heard that she almost had a miscarriage?"
"Haha, I'm sorry, I think we don't know each other. After all, we don't have time to remember those irrelevant people."
Seeing the other party's reaction, Wesley felt disgusted in his heart, and his image of the Inception team immediately dropped a lot.
"Sorry, we have to go over there to say hello, so we'll leave first. See you in the competition!" Fu Yu saw that Wei Silin and the two brothers in his team were getting more and more tense, so he immediately stopped the topic and forced the team to
take away.
But when the two dyed-haired teenagers passed by Weslin, one of them imitated the expression of the mask in the movie "Venom", stretched out his tongue, and showed an exaggerated and weird smile on his face.
Weslin stared at the man intently, thinking, "What a disgusting guy."
The international competition has not officially started yet, and the arena is already filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
Some arrogant guys are like troublemakers on the field, constantly creating conflicts and trying to turn the field into a battlefield full of gunpowder.
Thirty minutes after the opening ceremony, the Dragon God Team left the venue and wandered around the science and technology museum with their fighting robots.
Because of the appearance of fighting robot contestants, many tourists stared at the robots from a distance after seeing their competition robots, while some children simply came over and leaned over to touch the fighting robots controlled by the contestants.
Weslin was taking Jiuwei to visit the science and technology museum, when suddenly a little boy with blond hair and blue eyes, about five or six years old, ran over next to him.
"Brother, this robot is so beautiful!" the little boy pointed at Kyuubi and said.
However, Weslin couldn't understand what he was talking about, so he immediately took out his mobile phone, opened the translation software, and put Bluetooth headphones on his ears.
Then, he heard the words translated into Mandarin reach his ears.
"Did you design this robot?" the little boy asked again.
Weslin nodded, "Yes."
"Ah! Can you speak Mandarin?" the little boy suddenly said in surprise.
Weslin was also stunned. He had just opened the translation software, how come this little boy could actually speak Mandarin.
"Of course, because I am Chinese."
"Ah! What a coincidence! My mother is also Chinese! So I can also speak Chinese!"
"Oh." Weslin smiled and nodded.
As if he had seen a treasure, the little boy stared at Nine Tails and said excitedly: "This robot looks so special. Is it a catapult robot?"
"That's right."
"But what are these small anchor-like hooks on the back of the robot used for?"
Weslin smiled and said, "My robot is called Nine Tails, so they are the tails of the robot."
"Wow! It's so awesome! It has a tail!" The little boy touched Jiuwei's butt curiously.
"Ellis! Where did you go again?"
Suddenly, a slightly older voice came from the front.
The next moment, an old man who thought he had white hair and looked very fashionable in a slim suit appeared in front of Weslin.
Soon the old man saw the little boy and walked towards him, "Ellis, why are you here? I told you not to run around."
"Grandpa! This robot is so awesome! It has a tail!" the little boy said excitedly, pointing at Nine Tails.
The moment Weslin raised his head, he vaguely felt that this old man looked familiar.
Immediately afterwards, he immediately remembered the old man on the podium at the opening ceremony just now, and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Is it him? Fighting robot uniform, Will Johnson!"
What Weslin didn't expect was that this little boy turned out to be Mr. Will's grandson!
"The robot has a tail?" Will walked up to Weslin and picked up his grandson from the ground.
The little boy nodded vigorously, "Yes! It's this brother's robot!"
Will's eyes full of crow's feet glanced at Weslin's Kyuubi, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, that's it."
Will Johnson is worthy of being the father of fighting robots. When he approached Weslin, Weslin unconsciously wanted to step back.
This feeling is like being recognized by God, it’s amazing to pick it up!
"Is it a tightrope?" Will said.
"Ah?" Weslin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would actually take the initiative to talk to him!
"Yeah! That's right, it's a steel cable."
Will smiled knowingly, "It's really interesting. This is the first time I've seen someone add a steel cable to a fighting robot. What is its function?"
When Weslin saw Mr. Weir's interest, he immediately explained: "He can hang on his opponents, especially when killing or avoiding traps. He can quickly use his opponents or teammates to escape fatal attacks."
After hearing this, Will nodded thoughtfully, "It's a very bold design. But, is the internal space of this robot enough to support the device and use it freely?"
"To be honest, this ability cannot be used frequently. It cannot be used more than three times in a game, because it will have some impact on the stability of the fuselage and the output of air pressure. After all, the main weapon system,
Or ejection."
Will frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly said with a smile: "I didn't expect that young people today already have such creativity, which is very good. If you want to freely control this robot, you must have strong control capabilities. I think
, your ability should not be weak."
"Haha!" Weslin laughed a little sheepishly, "It's okay, just so-so!"
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Wesley."
"Weslin..." Mr. Will seemed to be chewing the name carefully, trying to imprint it deeply in his mind.
The next moment, he smiled and nodded to Weslin and said: "I am looking forward to this competition. I feel that it will bring us many surprises. Come on, Weslin!"
"Thank you, Mr. Will!" Weslin immediately made a ninety-degree bow.
Many contestants regard it as an honor to be able to talk to Mr. Will.
Weslin never thought that this luck would fall on him!