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[Also, although Ji Yuezhi has differentiated into an Omega, he will definitely not be worse than those stinky Alphas. Our Omegas can still achieve merits on the battlefield in the future. 】
[Above, I don't deny that Omegas are powerful, but our Alphas don't stink, right? 】
[Hehe, when you have the ability, when your Alpha takes the combat course, don't just release pheromones if you can't beat it! 】
[That's only for the combat system, our warship-type Alpha is not like this. 】
[Weapon development department silently tops~]
...
The liveliness of the forum has nothing to do with Zuo Luohuan. She dismantled the SL-9 gun in the dormitory, or rather destroyed it.
The SL-9 light gun has internal technology. Even if it is dismantled, it will only remove the outer shell. Once it is disassembled, it will be automatically destroyed, and there is no time to see it clearly. But this gun was originally an excuse she used to hide people's ears, and it didn't matter.
Last year, Zuo Luohuan felt that the first year of the military academy was boring, so he skipped class and left, walked all the way to the Northwest Star Group, and finally stopped at the Xijiang Exile Star, almost losing his life.
Zuo Luohuan lay directly on the bed in the bedroom, raised his arms over his eyes to block the dazzling lights: ... The surface of the Federation has been too quiet these years.
At ten o'clock in the evening, the Academic Affairs Office successfully distributed the personal timetable. Zuo Luohuan opened his brain, glanced at it, memorized the timetable for the week, and then got up and went out to the challenge hall.
Even at this time, the Challenge Hall is still lit up with lights, and there is a lot of people inside. Whether it's Alpha, Omega, or Beta, as long as you like to fight, you all love to gather here.
Today is Zuo Luohuan's second visit this semester. As soon as she entered, she heard a loud applause. She looked up and saw two people standing on the ring with the largest number of onlookers: Yan Yan and Guan Yuan.
Both are typical Alpha builds, tall and muscular. Standing face to face at the moment, shoulders wet with sweat, it was obvious that they had already played a round.
Zuo Luohuan found a spot and sat down, watching Yan Yan and Guan Yuan fight.
She played against Guan Yuan last year. At that time, he ranked sixth in Alpha with a lot of credits. The first person Zuo Luohuan found was him, a master of close combat.
As for Yan Yan, she only did it last month, and she can only say...there is no way.
Relying on her Alpha's advantage in physical reflexes, she made a random call, and she could tell at the school gate that Yan Yan had not received any combat training at all.
Apparently Guan Yuan on the stage also saw Yan Yan's problem. He narrowed the distance between the two of them. Taking the opportunity to grab his arm, he wanted to fold out, and at the same time, his foot suddenly kicked Yan Yan's calf.
Yan Yan suddenly retracted his hands, rammed his head towards Guan Yuan, and escaped!
Without any moves, he avoided it entirely by instinct. Since his hands and feet were broken twice, Yan Yan replayed the situation in his mind every night, asking himself over and over again, how can he escape.
Now finally have a chance to escape.
However, after Guan Yuan's systematic training, he did not succeed once, and followed the next move, Yan Yan suffered a lot.
"It's been almost a month." Zuo Luohuan sat on the second floor with his upper body forward, raised his cheeks and looked at Yan Yan on the ring, and said to himself, "I spend every day in the challenge hall, why can't I learn from others? trick."
Yan Yan on the stage was kicked off by Guan Yuan before he could survive the second round.
Yan Yan's hands and feet looked fine, but his internal organs were hit so many times that it was a little reluctant to even straighten up, so he could only pant against the wall.
For people like Guan Yuan, the credits are all over fifty points. Yan Yan lost this game, and all the credits he got in two weeks were gone, leaving only the guaranteed two points.
Thinking of the precarious credits, Yan Yan had a headache, and walked out while touching the wall, thinking that this fight was refreshing, and that he was still the best on the leaderboard. heard that Zuo Luohuan picked all the people on the leaderboard last year. No wonder he was interrupted that day before he could react.
Yan Yan suddenly supported his chest and walked quickly to a remote place, bending over to vomit a mouthful of blood.
"Ask you something."
Before Yan Yan could wipe the blood from his mouth, he heard a familiar voice. He looked up and saw the person he just remembered standing in front of him: "Zuo Luohuan?"
Zuo Luohuan leaned against the wall, and the original words were suddenly changed: "As usual, you should call me senior."
Probably because her tone was too much like someone in the discipline department at the moment, Yan Yan subconsciously asked: "If you don't call me, will you deduct points?"
Before she could answer, Yan Yan tried his best to add another sentence: "Senior."
Zuo Luohuan just got up, she took out a crumpled paper ball from her pocket and threw it to Yan Yan: "Look, you can sign it if you want."
The two of them were standing behind the wall at the moment, surrounded by a row of trees, and the pale yellow light in the distance could no longer be captured here, only the faint moonlight in the sky shone down by mistake.
Yan Yan lowered his head and held the piece of paper open with his hands, only to realize that it was an envelope. He opened it and found a piece of black cardboard, but it was now crumpled, but it did not affect the content on it.
This is an invitation letter with only two lines.
[We sincerely invite ___ classmates to join the Discipline Office. Recommender: Zuo Luohuan]
Yan Yan looked down at the military uniform that he had randomly put on his body, and raised his head stiffly: "Didn't you say that you are not from the discipline department?" He is gone!
Zuo Luohuan smiled slightly: "I only said that there is no ear of rice badge."
Yan Yan: "..." Are all the people in the capital so blackhearted?
Probably because his face was too ugly, Zuo Luohuan finally said kindly: "There are two in Fengji, we don't care about credits."
Chapter 14
After coming out of the challenge hall that night, Yan Yan did not go back for two days. Guan Yuan's hands were extremely black, and he specifically punched him in the chest and abdomen. On the surface, his limbs seemed to be fine, but when he returned, he knew the seriousness.
"Aren't you going to the Challenge Hall?" Ding Wuming asked curiously when he saw Yan Yan who was resting beside the bed as soon as he returned to the dormitory.
Yan Yan clutched his aching ribs, and said in a loud voice, "Let's go again in a few days."
Ding Wuming looked at his face carefully and understood: "I told you before that Guan Yuan is very powerful, but those people on the leaderboard are all heavy."