Cheng Yiyi was ready to take action. She knew how to write papers. Three or four papers were no problem.

"Especially you. You won't be shortlisted the year after next. There will be a second one. If you have the skills, you can train with me for six years and I will scrape your skin off." Instructor Wan warned Cheng Yiyi sternly not to play tricks like her.

He has seen enough of Xianyu students to see through them at a glance.

Cheng Yiyi, who was about to reveal his fox tail, instantly clipped it back and nodded obediently.

After the instructor Wan finished his training, he disbanded the team.

Tan Song and Yuan Zhao came over shoulder to shoulder, and said familiarly: "Junior sister, would you like to go to the cafeteria together?"

"Okay." Cheng Yiyi hasn't been to the canteen for a long time. It would be a good idea to go to the canteen to see if there are any new dishes.

The dishes in the canteen are the same as before, the most delicious is the braised pork, many people like this dish, so there is not much left.

Tan Song and Yuan Zhao hurriedly moved the plates and grabbed them. Cheng Yiyi went to another window to buy roasted turkey leg rice, real turkey legs, the kind of chicken that would be on fire all over. The meat was made into a dish with tender meat. Then she added a plate of garlic and stir-fried it.

Broccoli flowers are just one hundred and eighty stars gone.

Tan Song and Yuan Zhao both bought mid-level hunger quenchers, followed by braised pork, which not only filled them up and replenished nutrition, but was also economical. A tube of mid-level hunger quenchers only cost twenty stars.

When they saw Cheng Yiyi's food, they gave a thumbs up, "Haoheng, where are you from? Your family must be rich, right?"

"Garbage star, I grew up drinking low-grade hunger supplements. I'm not very rich and rarely come to the canteen, but I come here anyway. I must have something good to eat." Cheng Yi said without hesitation. Millions of dollars are in his family's fortune.

Not even a middle-class family, her words are very pertinent.

Hearing Cheng Yiyi say that he grew up drinking low-grade hunger supplements, Tan Song was speechless, "That low-grade hunger supplement that smells like feet? You are a warrior." He drank it once and then went for gastric lavage.

Yuan Zhao also had lingering fears. When he was a child, he was not sensible and would not listen to the advice of his adults. He wanted to try the low-level hunger quencher of Colorful Fantasy.

Just one sip brought me to bliss that I can never forget.

The two young men applauded her with admiration, but did not bother to ask where Cheng Yiyi's money came from. They happily shared which dish in the cafeteria was more delicious.

After eating for a while, there was another person sitting next to Cheng Yiyi.

She looked up and saw the ghost of Lyle, "Senior Lyle, what are you doing?"

Lyle said quietly: "Little junior sister, have you forgotten something?"

Cheng Yiyi took a mouthful of rice and said vaguely: "What did I forget?"

Lyle: "We agreed to stay after school."

"Yes, yes? I didn't agree." Cheng Yiyi was very innocent: "Senior Lyle's wishful thinking is not good."

Lyle's face suddenly darkened, and the two people opposite him winked quickly. Yuan Zhao made a zippering motion with his mouth, and said with his lips: Shut up and pretend to be dead.

Cheng Yiyi turned to look at Lyle. At this time, his face had turned black to carbon. Hey, she spread her hands. What's going on?

With the gloomy Lyle by his side, no matter how arrogant they were, no one dared to speak.

After Lyle silently ate four pieces of braised pork and drank the hunger quencher, he took the plate and left without even looking at Cheng Yiyi.

Yuan Zhao didn't dare to express his anger, "It's scary to death."

Cheng Yiyi didn't know the truth, "What happened to him?"

Tan Song whispered: "He has a childhood sweetheart who is a sophomore in the journalism department. She always came to give him warmth."

What does that have to do with what she just said?

Yuan Zhao interjected: "Why give him warmth? It's obviously to give warmth to all the boys. In the end, I ended up with the student council president Feng Shaoxun, the prince of pure blood."

"Well, you can say that, but isn't it just like gossiping behind someone's back?" Tan Song was once one of the warm-hearted people and was embarrassed to speak ill of others.

So what exactly is going on? Can anyone answer it for her?

Cheng Yiyi's face was calm, and he did not show any great curiosity. He used a universal saying: "It's okay, everyone has his own way of living, and everyone has his own choice."

"Junior sister Cheng is right." Yuan Zhao appreciated Cheng Yiyi's opinion. He pushed Tan Song away without needing to say anything, and simply told what he learned, "That department flower gave us warmth for half a year. After asking everyone

The information has never come back.”

"None of you have caught her eye? After all, you are talented and handsome, so you can be a backup, right?" Cheng Yiyi asked curiously, his eyes sparkling.

"The beauty has a very clear goal and is very smart. She just wants to date people with good family backgrounds and will not look for a spare tire to cause trouble. The sad thing is Lyle, he is indeed a spare tire, but this is the past tense. Lyle

I always thought that both parties were in love with each other, but it turned out to be just wishful thinking on his part. Wishful thinking is a sensitive word for Lyle, so he was unhappy."

Yuan Zhao lamented, "Our silly Lair doesn't even dare to go to Xihua to ask for clarification. He can only be depressed alone. He is too cowardly."

It turns out that competitive people also have such a relationship experience.

Cheng Yiyi raised his hand and asked: "Who is our student president?"

"The second heir to the Feng family in the Fourth Star District, which is mainly engaged in nuclear energy, Feng Shaoxun." Yuan Zhao gave her some knowledge about some of the top family members in the school. There were forum pictures for reference, as well as the life stories of these people.

Feng Shaoxun is not ranked high among the sons of several top aristocratic families, but to be selected as one of the princes of the year, he must be from a family with talents and good looks.

Cheng Yiyi was given a thorough knowledge of the family maps of the nine star regions by Yuan Zhao, and she muttered a lot of irrelevant things, which satisfied her spirit of gossip.

As for the entanglement between Xuehua and Lyle, they had already completely forgotten about it.

Cheng Yiyi still has to read a book and prepare for her homework in the afternoon, and she has to train in the evening. "Thank you, Brother Gotham. Are you going to train at the No. 1 training ground tonight?"

"Go ahead, we don't leave until around ten o'clock every night. Do you want to join our training?" Yuan Zhao advised: "You didn't really want to change departments after listening to Instructor Wan's lie, did you?"

"It's not about changing departments, it's about studying two disciplines." Cheng Yiyi looked back and felt that his brain was spinning. "He asked me to train with boys because the girls were too gentle."

Yuan Zhao and Tan Song looked confused and miserable. The junior sister was really miserable, "Those who take double courses are all gods."

The three exchanged contact numbers and separated. Cheng Yiyi returned to the dormitory to study the newly acquired course materials. In order to balance her cultivation, she evolved the skill of multitasking, absorbing spiritual energy and studying at the same time.

A skill that had never been successful in the past thousands of years was unexpectedly forced to dig deeper into hidden talents by just two subjects.

After reading for two hours, Cheng Yiyi hurried to the command class of the mecha combat department.

In the command course, you not only learn to command, but also learn to obey the command. How to understand the orders issued by the commander and how to complete the task efficiently are all explained by professional professors.

Instructor Wan transferred her to the second class of the Mecha Combat Department. The ratio of men to women in the Combat Department is four to one, and the average height is 1.85 meters. Cheng Yiyi, who fell into the Kingdom of Giants, was too petite. Even in the stepped seats, she could only sit

The blackboard can only be seen at the front.

The second class of the Mecha Combat Department elected a monitor early. After class, the monitor pulled her into the class group, and the group warmly welcomed the petite student from the Mecha Combat Department.

[Monitor]: "Students should be friendly to each other, especially the youngest one, who is underage. Don't bully her."

[Baoyi]: "Spread flowers, welcome, I am finally not the shortest one."

[Fit] "Welcome, Yiyi can come to us if you need to move things. We are willing to help you."

[Jia]: "Hahaha, if you can't get into the mecha cabin, you can still call us and we will help you get up there."

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Cheng Yiyi: There are so many bamboo shoots. You have taken away all the bamboo shoots on the mountain.

So angry, she really made up her mind to build a foundation within two years this time.

In the evening, Cheng Yiyi went to No. 1 for training and ran around the computer room. She didn't use her spiritual power and ran very slowly.

Tan Song, Yuan Zhao and their other best friend Zhang Huaiqian were five laps ahead of her.

Lyle came two-quarters of an hour late and was already on an equal footing with her. He glanced sideways past her and laughed at her with gloating.

Cheng Yiyi was furious, but had no choice but to rely on spiritual energy to build castles in the air. His body was his own, so he had to work hard and step by step.

After ten laps, Cheng Yiyi felt as if his lungs were on fire and the weight ring was like a thousand pounds.

She dragged her tired body to the school doctor Jin and received a dose of recovery fluid and acid detoxifying agent.

Lie down in the massage cabin for muscle relaxation massage.

After getting rid of the acid, I went to the fighting field to learn combat moves and techniques from the instructors who were sitting there. Freshmen in the mecha combat department who want to train more will come to the instructors who are sitting there to learn their skills.

In the task given to her by instructor Wan, she was required to master basic fighting within a month.

The fighting skills of the machine combat system are derived from the military and are practical but difficult to practice.

Cheng Yiyi followed the instructor who was sitting and learned to punch and kick, practicing over and over again. The sweat on his forehead slid down along his eyelids and into his eyelashes. He blinked hard, and the sweat droplets were thrown out with his body movements.

The instructor sitting there was entrusted by Instructor Wan to keep an eye on the petite trainee. If she made a mistake twice, she would be corrected and scolded by the instructor.

A bloody curse.

As a result, Cheng Yiyi received a lot of pity.

There is also a girl from Class 3 who suffers the same fate. It is said that she is the proud daughter of God who was poached with a lot of money from the school and is also a seed player preparing for the competition.

Double S mental strength, A-level physique.

Compared to Cheng Yiyi, who has a temporary D-level physique, the school leaders are obviously more optimistic about her. She has food, housing and a million-dollar scholarship. When Cheng Yiyi overheard her in the toilet, she was stunned for a long time.

Cheng Yiyi had planned to take the initiative to make friends with her, but after approaching her once and being ignored, he decisively gave up.

Guo Mansheng has a very arrogant personality and is arrogant. He is only willing to compete with senior students.

She lost every time she fought, so the instructor suggested that she learn the basics first, then try sparring with her peers, and finally consider her senior classmates.

Every time she promised to do well, she turned around and forgot to tell her, and went her own way and only looked for fights with her seniors.

You know, the seniors won't show mercy when they get on the stage. The bruises on the face are minor, and broken legs are common. Cheng Yiyi felt phantom limb pain when he saw them.

But Cheng Yiyi can't control other people's wishes.

The two of them seemed to be separated by the Chu River and Han Street, and they were stunned that they had not spoken to each other after practicing for such a long time.

After a month of boring practice day after day, the coach told Cheng Yiyi that she could try asking a senior to teach her tricks.

Note that this is a trick, not a formal appearance in the ring.

It is always a joy to see success after hard training.

Cheng Yiyi happily approached Tan Song and the others and asked if they could take turns feeding her with her.

Tan Song and the others poured a spoonful of cold water over her head.

Because I can't sign the contract, I will update it arbitrarily. There will be three chapters today. If you like it, you can add a bookshelf and give a recommendation vote. I love you, pen refill.
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