Marvelous Mecha

With the ring of the dinner bell, Feng Yi was the first to rush out of his room. Being the uneventful guy with no female companionship or entertainment, he naturally made eating his top priority. Carefully pressing the zero-key to confirm, a brand-new public dining utensil, numbered 344, popped out. From then on, number 344 became Feng Yi's designated utensil.

By the time the crowd came in, Feng Yi had already devoured most of his meal. Mid-bite, he shivered inexplicably, feeling a chill on his shoulders. Turning his head, he was astounded to find two pairs of fluffy big eyes staring at him. No wonder he had felt a chill - it was Sheng Qiangwei's complex gaze that had frozen him.

Sheng Qiangwei, with her cute little mouth pouting, gave an indignant hum and then walked up...

Feng Yi was stunned, unable to comprehend the intention behind her cold hum. Was it contempt, disgust, or dissatisfaction? It didn't seem like any of those.

"Emily, let's go over there."

"No, let's sit next to him."

"Huh?" Emily was incredulous, "Aren't you guys..."

"Exactly. That's why I want to expose his true nature. Come on, let's go."

"There's really no dealing with you." Emily sighed resignedly.

Unexpectedly to Feng Yi, and to everyone else, the two ladies strode over and took seats directly facing Feng Yi, drawing wide mouths all around. Were they looking to lose money again?

Contrary to what everyone thought, Sheng Qiangwei sat down without saying a word or giving any greeting.

Emily, looking sorry, smiled nervously and said, "Feng Yi, is it okay if we sit here?"

"Go ahead."

"Well, sorry for disturbing."

With that, Emily began to take out her lunch box, causing Feng Yi to freeze. Wasn't that the lunch box he used at noon? Emily didn't seem to mind at all, showing no signs of fastidious hygiene. Acting as if she had forgotten about the lunchtime incident, she slowly nibbled on her food.

However, even the calm and composed Feng Yi was feeling somewhat out of sorts. He could sense Sheng Qiangwei scrutinizing him.

After a while, Sheng Qiangwei asked, "Hey, what level martial artist are you, exactly? And what's your real identity?"

"I am who I am, not a martial artist. I don't understand these levels you're talking about, and I don't have any special identities." Feng Yi shifted his gaze to Emily and added, "I am sorry about the mix-up with your utensil at noon."

Did he just call it a slip of the hand? This was getting awkward. Originally it was nothing, but now that he mentioned it, it felt a bit uncomfortable. Fortunately, Emily was soft on the outside but tough on the inside. She merely chuckled and said, "It's okay."

Sheng Qiangwei interjected, "You must be an agile warrior type, right? Otherwise, I wouldn't have missed you at noon."

"If you say so."

"What a perfunctory answer. You're not a serious person." Sheng Qiangwei was clearly dissatisfied with Feng Yi's attitude. "I will defeat you."

This girl didn't seem pretentious at all, the beautiful night view undoubtedly lifted her spirits, encouragingly she said, "Your current strength is still lacking, it needs more practice."

"There are people who can do it."

"People can do it, huh..." Feng Yi chewed over the phrase and shook his head, "Hehe, I look forward to it." His response was casual but then he saw Sheng Qiangwei glance at Emily. Her expression was somewhat amusing, as if to say, 'Milly, it's your turn to take the stage.'

Compared to Sheng Qiangwei, Emily was extremely humble and spoke politely, "I don't know much about fighting, so I'll have to ask you for guidance in tomorrow's duel."

'Little Yifeng? Tomorrow's fight? What's all this? We were just talking and suddenly we're fighting?' Feng Yi was startled, as if he'd been played.

Emily chuckled, her gaze slightly complex. Feng Yi didn't give her a bad impression. His natural and frank demeanor was different from other boys, though it was hard to describe exactly how.

Hearing of a duel, Feng Yi hesitated at first, but eventually agreed happily. He indeed had plans to test the New Human, indifferent to whether he was mentoring or learning. He had no issue with a friendly spar. But even a character like Sir Feng couldn't escape tradition. Likely feeling uncomfortable with being watched by two beauties and several disciples, not excluding unintentional glances. It wasn't until after Feng Yi left that Emily realized she might've been slightly rude, having not considered his feelings at all.

Not long after he left the restaurant, Feng Yi quickly finished his work, took a cold shower, and felt refreshed at once.

Finally, life was entering a stable phase. Over the next few months, he needed to broaden his knowledge. Modern warfare electronic technology was crucial, and Sir Feng aspired to be an all-round warrior.

While planning his next steps, suddenly, a Virtual Combat Chamber emitting a faint glow from its reflections appeared in his sight. If he wasn't careful, he would mistake it for a wardrobe.

Feng Yi was taken aback. After approaching and inspecting it, he couldn't hide his surprise! Virtual Combat Chambers were not cheap, why would the Ancient Martial Arts Hall have something like this?

With a pang of excitement, he opened the hatch and took a step inside. He was startled to find a combat machine and a neural sensory helmet, surrounded by various beverages. Feng Yi's lips turned up into a slight smirk. It must be a favor from Gandalf given to Lasso, because he knew he liked Mecha Battles, right? Although his expression betrayed nothing, his heart was pounding uncontrollably...

That's right, he'd been so busy recently that he'd forgotten all about the single-player Mecha Battle using the Shadow Rider. He'd only ever used the basic model of the Shadow Rider on prison colony planet number 103. The difficulty in operating it was its biggest flaw. For someone like Feng Yi who liked Mecha Battles but didn't use the internet, interacting and sparring with various Mecha Battle players online was a great joy.

The sight before him had Feng Yi extremely excited. There was an undeniable passion in his eyes, like his gaze upon a beloved woman. Without a word, he sat down, put on his combat helmet, and proceeded to create an account based on his brainwaves.

However, this combat machine currently only supported one game: the highly popular Galactic Warfare, commonly known as Star Wars. The game's over 99% realistic simulation had received high praise from players for years, earning it the official approval to be listed as a daily training subject for mecha pilots. Today, the game had become one of the competitive national games.

Many times, the military selected elite pilots from Star Wars in the form of online open recruitment. If a player's ladder competition level reached a Major and could endure more than twice the gravity, they could exempt the examination, this also reflected the weight of the Star Wars game from a certain angle.

Feng Yi quickly put on the combat helmet, and suddenly a window for selecting the place of birth popped up on screen. Without a doubt, the Solar System was his real origin. With a burning yearning for his homeland, he was instantly transported to a lush grassland after a flash of white light.

Taking in the scent of the soil and the aroma of the grass, he slowly opened his eyes. The scenery that unfolded before him caused him to involuntarily exclaim, "Is this the grassland then..."

Deep emotion welled up in his heart. He had longed to see the blue sky and ocean with his own eyes for countless times. Today, his dream finally came true. Even if he was in a virtual world, Feng Yi could still feel the warmth and kinship.

Feng Yi logged on to Star Wars to test and even hone his skills. It was inevitable to spar and challenge others. Having already gotten used to the Shadow Rider Mecha, he didn't have to think too hard and naturally selected the Phantom Knight from countless beginner Mecha as his new model.

Next came the stage of freely creating a nickname. Thinking of the soldiers who died in battle because of him; their mecha; their reluctant but unregretted smiles; Feng Yi named his ID as 'Revenge Shadow Rider' without any hesitation. To the spirits of the battleground, this was a word that inadvertently came to his mind. Ding dong... A crisp and delightful sound signaled the successful creation of the ID. Based on statistical chances, a normal 4-letter ID was almost impossible. However, being able to easily obtain such a nickname among hundreds of millions of players showed the Phantom Knight's tiny player base. Almost pitiful enough to not even afford underwear.

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