Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 750

Chapter 750: Chapter 523 Original Wood Roasted Meat Restaurant

Beep beep~ beep beep~

The two cute girls looked up at each other, really, really wanting to slam their tablet Light Computers shut over it.

“Okay, registration complete, please move aside, thank you.”

The two girls said impatiently.

White Hair took a deep look at the unspeakable part, nodded in satisfaction, and then casually walked away.

The two girls subconsciously shrunk their bodies and watched the scoundrel’s retreating figure with angry and ashamed eyes, biting their lips in frustration.

But work still had to continue, so they looked towards the straight-postured Mu Fan, who seemed to be deep in thought with his head bowed.

This one looked quite normal, rather handsome actually.

“Student in the back, what are you signing up for?”

“Me?”

Mu Fan pointed at himself, puzzled.

“Yes, you, which one are you signing up for?” The girl still said patiently, after all, this guy seemed much better than the previous two.

“Oh, I’m waiting for them.”

Mu Fan pointed to White Hair in front of him, who was smiling at him with a creepy face.

What a freak!

“Hmph! Then move aside quickly.” The two beauties both snorted coldly in unison.

“Ridiculous.”

Receiving an unwarranted contemptuous glance, Mu Fan muttered that these two Senior Sisters were really unfriendly.

Just as he was about to argue, White Hair grabbed his shoulder and walked back.

“That was satisfying…”

White Hair whispered excitedly, his eyes fervent as though a pilgrim beholding his deity.

As the two left the crowd, the fat guy also licked his lips and joined in.

“You were right, Fatty, I checked it out; it’s definitely 36E!”

“The waves carry my dreams, floating into the distance.”

“Great poem!”

Listening to these two jerks blowing their own trumpets, Mu Fan felt like both his spirit and body were utterly defiled.

“Right, Mu Fan, why didn’t you register?” At that moment, White Hair seemed to remember something and turned to Mu Fan, wondering why he didn’t take this great opportunity to join the ranking battle.

“Ah, we came over to get you registered, why didn’t you?” Fatty was surprised; he hadn’t witnessed the previous scene.

“I don’t have time, lots of things going on lately, and I might be leaving again for a while in a few days, which might conflict with the competition. All these matters are important!” Mu Fan explained.

“Alas, to let such a great opportunity to show off go to someone else.” White Hair lamented.

And so, Mu Fan came casually, and just as casually, he left.

Those Council members currently discussing matters at the summit of Mount Gaidu likely had no idea that the top-ranked newcomer hadn’t even signed up.

The strong fighters’ ranking competition registration was open for seven days, and after the registration closed, the results would be arranged accordingly, with no late admissions except under special circumstances.

The most people showed up on the first day, with many upperclassmen who usually didn’t show themselves appearing.

Then, the numbers started to decrease on the second day but still exceeded half of the first day.

On the third day, instead of decreasing, the number of registrants surged because Dingchuan Valkyrie, Lu Qingxue, had arrived at the registration site and, as expected, signed up for the Fighting competition.

On the fourth day, the long-hidden noble students from the Fleet Command Department appeared. Their uniform attire as Fleet Reserve Commanders, impressive stature, and outstanding appearance instantly became a hot topic of conversation on campus.

Then, many promotional slogans and posters encouraging support also appeared on the forums at the same time.

As an annual event, this was an important moment to enhance a sense of belonging and pride. It was also a crucial time to declare Dingchuan Academy’s standing at the pinnacle of the Federation!

“Hey, Mu Fan, are you really not going to sign up?” the chubby guy voraciously devoured the mountain of roasted meat in front of him and then, without lifting his head, spoke.

Today, the group from apartment 214 had come to the Original Wood Roasted Meat Restaurant, currently planning their next move.

Gu Yunyou, that mysterious noble offspring, had disappeared again, but they had grown accustomed to such occurrences.

Chuchu wasn’t there either. This nimble-speaking girl was still very afraid to face White Hair alone without Wang Nuonuo to accompany her.

So now it was only the big, chubby William sitting there, beaming with a smile.

Their meeting now was about the discussion of accumulating credits.

In the past two days, Mu Fan had completed three credit tasks, each yielding 0.1 credit, bringing his total to 2.3 credits.

Only when one really set about doing it could one understand the difficulty of earning credits.

Recently, Mu Fan had been focused on learning the remaining skills in the Soglier series, so it wasn’t possible to spend every day at the task release center.

The slightly higher-value tasks were snatched up the moment they were released.

After completing his training, the tasks he could take on were akin to routine academy duties.

For these three tasks, Mu Fan had run around the biology and mechanical research buildings of the academy for 11 hours straight, and this was with the astonished looks of the others–normally, at least 20 hours would be needed for such tasks.

The battle tasks that Mu Fan longed for had not been released at all; school had just started, and the academy had no plans in this area for the time being.

The roasted meat sizzled on the grill, the melting fat dripping down onto the charcoal below and producing a hissing blue smoke; the group laughed and enjoyed the food while listening to Mu Fan’s dilemmas about the credits.

The chubby guy wiped his greasy mouth and looked at Mu Fan, “Credits are solid currency, exchangeable for many items within the academy. They’re hot commodities. Mu Fan, you’re pretty badass. I just completed one task, helped a Logistics Department instructor with data tracking for two days, and only got 0.1 credit…”

Mu Fan sighed deeply and then quietly picked the largest piece of meat from the grill, biting into it ferociously.

“Yeah, you can’t rush it.”

“Damn, our meat!”

“Have you no shame!”

…

While a fierce battle for food was underway at the Original Wood Roasted Meat Restaurant, two tall and stunningly beautiful girls were walking side by side toward this place.

One of the girls was clad in white as if draped in snow, with a cold and serene face that held a rare and ethereal beauty amidst the impetuousness of the city. The other girl, sporting a long ponytail and bouncing alongside with her long, powerful legs, wore an expression of curiosity, chatting from time to time with the aloof girl beside her.

The appearance of these two girls immediately captured the attention of most on the street. There were many beautiful girls around, but these two stood out with their height, appearance, skin, and distinctive aura, putting them a level above everyone else.

With advanced genetic technology, one could say that it could only help to avoid some obvious physical flaws, but it couldn’t make everyone as uniformly perfect as factory-made dolls upon birth.

Hereditary bloodlines followed the normal rules of biological evolution.

And these two girls, with naturally vivacious faces free of any surgical marks, were truly the epitome of radiant and splendid beauty.

However, few dared to approach them, for the girl in white was too well-known. So famous, in fact, that in Dingchuan Academy, unless one was an academic madman who secluded themselves year-round, there was no one who did not recognize her.

“Sister Xue, you’ve been acting unusual lately… extremely unusual,” Bing Su bit her lower lip, glancing at Lu Qingxue from time to time.

“What’s wrong?” asked Lu Qingxue, moving gracefully with strands of hair fluttering near her ears, revealing her skin as smooth and clear as icy jade.

“You’re actually going to personally deliver something so formally; this isn’t the cold and distant Sister Xue I know,” said Bing Su, scrunching up her lovely nose, her eyes moving to the briefcase in Lu Qingxue’s hand.

Curiosity had always gotten the better of her, especially since she never knew what Lu Qingxue intended to give. It was too intriguing indeed.

“Because it’s what I owe him.”