I'm dressed as a rabbit and I'm all over the star system

In the second week of school, Sheng Jiayu finally had to go back to the department to attend classes.
About three weeks of his schedule were taken up for mecha training, leaving only half a week for him to learn combat skills. As for shooting training, Song Zhi later deleted it with a wave of his hand.

"Why do you want to take shooting training? Just go and fire the mecha cannon for me. What's the point of shooting training?"

That being said, he still had to take the final exam and get his GPA.
There is still a big gap between large-caliber mecha cannons and general-purpose rifles. Since he has no classes, he can only find time to practice shooting by himself.

The first day I returned to Class C of the first year, everyone started to greet him as if they hadn't seen each other for a year.

Hu Zhong didn't give them this opportunity. When he came, he dragged everyone to run circles.

Although Sheng Jiayu didn't attend classes, he did learn something. Hu Zhong would come to give him special lessons during his evening self-training.

But other students didn't know that although the impression had been reversed a little last semester, everyone still made some good-natured jokes about Sheng Jiayu who hadn't come to training for a week.

"Can Brother Sheng still beat our Brother Chen this year? Brother Chen has become a bit bigger." He really had no ill intentions, and when Sheng Jiayu took a closer look, he found that he had actually become a lot stronger.

Huabao himself is a muscular type, while Fang Chen was originally a thin and tall type. After building some muscles, he looks a little stronger and his aura has also changed.

Sheng Jiayu poked his head in, "What made you give up the nobleman's path and plan to move towards the bodybuilding path?"

It's not that he doesn't look good, he really likes strong muscles, but the image of a weird nobleman that Fang Chen left on him was too deep, so he couldn't get used to it.

Fang Chen glanced at him and chuckled, "Why are you afraid that you can't beat me? I can let you go."

He didn't notice it when there were too many people in the theory class last week. Now that he was closer, he realized that Fang Chen had really changed a lot, and seemed to have grown taller.

Damn it...
Sheng Jiayu's expression suddenly turned ugly. Although he had grown a little taller, everyone was growing taller, so how could his changes be highlighted!

"Who asked you to give in? The real thing is that you must not lose to me a second time." Sheng Jiayu made a face at him, but Fang Chen didn't care too much.

After spending a semester together, even if we didn't become very good friends, we wouldn't have a fight over a few jokes.

Fang Chen just smiled and said, "Don't come for a week of training. Be careful or I'll beat you up and make you cry."

Leopards are very strong, and fighting is the forte of carnivorous animals. It is normal for the little rabbit to perform poorly after not training for a week.

He was thinking this, and when it came to the free sparring in the second half of the training, Sheng Jiayu actually lost to him.

At that time, his arm was against Sheng Jiayu's throat, and the little rabbit's limbs were also controlled by him.

The outcome has been decided.

"You win." Sheng Jiayu said lightly.

The person who was stunned was Fang Chen.

The trash talk before class was just a habit between them. It would be better to say that he never thought that Sheng Jiayu would actually lose to him.

The impression she left on him last semester was so deep that he never took first place again from the moment he appeared in the class. Sheng Jiayu had been firmly in the first place in every test since the first quiz, leaving him far behind.
Even though he knew that he had missed a week of classes, as long as he thought that he was ahead of all of them, Fang Chen still believed that Sheng Jiayu had left their dimension long ago.

So he wouldn't lose to himself, he just didn't need to train with them anymore.

So when Sheng Jiayu really lost to him, he was even more surprised and unbelievable than the person himself, especially when he saw Sheng Jiayu's nonchalant look.

If that’s the case, why does he keep working so hard even during holidays?
Is this a joke?
Sheng Jiayu dropped his courses to drive a mecha, and his grades became a mess.

Not to mention that I can't beat him, his movements just now were also very chaotic. Compared with the classmates who have already got the hang of it, his level is still stuck in the old wild style.

"why?"

"Why?" Sheng Jiayu asked, moving his arms, "Let go, I'm almost strangled to death."

Fang Chen let go of his hand in a daze. "Of course it's your level. What you are doing is stiff, your speed has slowed down, and there are loopholes everywhere. It's even... even worse than you were last semester."

He had seen the movements of Sheng Jiayu and Zesong during the competition. Although Sheng Jiayu deliberately fell into Zesong's hands at that time, his flexibility was far better than today.

Sheng Jiayu stood up, fiddled with her messed-up clothes, and said vaguely, "It's normal, it's the price of missing class."

In fact, that’s not entirely true. When practicing with Fang Chen, he also realized his own problem.
Mostly because of the difference between controlling the mecha and doing it himself, he has gotten used to giving "signals" by operating the mecha over the past week.

But the difference between the iron shell and the mortal body is too great. Many of his movements did not achieve the strength and speed he had originally intended. In addition, his recent training volume was more than twice that of last semester, and he could not soak in the mental chamber. His body was not accustomed to such consumption, and his muscles did not get enough rest. Various factors led to his defeat.

What's more, Fang Chen is also making progress, and his poor condition means that he is doomed to lose.

Halfway through the fight he knew he was going to lose, so in the second half he just focused on mastering the skills he had learned instead of trying hard to win.
It’s not a question of how much he practices, it’s that he hasn’t adapted to the new state.

Taking classes of two different ages together was not as good as taking time out to memorize books last semester. Moreover, he had to teach himself cartography, so the training courses in his sophomore year only gave him enough time to memorize some skills, and the practical applications had not even entered his mind.

After sorting out his clothes, he returned to the team without speaking to Fang Chen again.

Fang Chen was a little dazed. Sheng Jiayu was a competitor he highly recognized, but the other party's indifference ignited a nameless anger in him.

After the training, everyone went to take a shower and prepared to go to the cafeteria, but Fang Chen stopped Sheng Jiayu.

He had grown stronger and taller, and now stood in front of Sheng Jiayu, like a wall, blocking out the autumn midday sun, casting a shadow, and wrapping Sheng Jiayu in his body.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked with a little anger.

Sheng Jiayu was confused by his question, "What's going on? Aren't you going to eat?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Fang Chen didn't know why he cared so much.

Logically speaking, what Sheng Jiayu looks like has nothing to do with him.
If they hadn't made a joking bet before the game last semester, he wouldn't have even looked at him twice even if there was one more rabbit in the department.

He did not like this fragile creature.

Fang Chen knew that Sheng Jiayu didn't want to stand out in the department. He just wanted to be a mediocre person and just barely pass the assessment.

But he had already shown his talent, and I competed with him for the first place when it was most appropriate for me to admit defeat and protect my image. Now that I have lost to him, he looks as if he doesn't care. What does that mean?
How much did he despise him to humiliate him with such low standards?

But Sheng Jiayu just brushed off the water drops left by washing his hands, tilted his head, and looked aside indifferently, "What does it have to do with you?"
He turned around a little, with a smile in his eyes and continued: "What's wrong with me has nothing to do with you." Fang Chen was stunned by his question, but couldn't think of a word to refute him.

Yeah, what does it have to do with him?
Even if Sheng Jiayu failed the exam and was kicked out of the experimental school, what would it have to do with him?
They have nothing to do with each other. It is Sheng Jiayu's own choice to do whatever she wants.

Realizing this, Fang Chen clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh, trying to calm his restless mood which was caused by some unknown reason.

"I'm being nosy." After saying that, Fang Chen loosened his hands, but he didn't feel relieved. He could only turn around and leave with a frown.

Sheng Jiayu looked at him strangely and muttered to himself: What's wrong with him?

"How come he cares about this more than I do?" I talked about this with Fu Mingcheng during lunch.

Fu Mingcheng asked for leave today to do some work for Lao Jin, so he didn't know about the little conflict they had in class. After listening to Sheng Jiayu's explanation, he also felt something was wrong, "Maybe he's just not feeling well lately."

"What's he unhappy about? After I beat him last semester, he acted like a pufferfish every day when he saw me. Now I've retreated to the second line, and he can get first place again. Isn't he unhappy?" Sheng Jiayu picked up a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in his mouth to chew it. "It's just that I won't let him keep doing this."

For him, winning or losing in ordinary class practice was nothing. After all, there were still nearly four months until the end of the semester, so it was not easy for him to fall behind.

Besides, fighting is a weakness for herbivores, and he is not gifted in everything. After all, being born this big, he has to have some weaknesses to make life easier.

He was very open-minded, but he really needed to find someone to practice his skills with. He had attended few classes and lacked practical experience. How could he be sure of the strength of his kick unless he hit someone?

After finishing his meal and clearing the dishes, he said goodbye to Fu Mingcheng, "I have to go there for training this afternoon, so I won't be coming to the evening study session. Dad, please sign in for me."

Their department did not have classes this afternoon, but there were too many students who failed the course last semester, so Lao Jin was so angry that he made them all stay in the classroom for an extra evening self-study session to memorize the lessons. It is true that the theoretical courses are more important this semester, and they cannot afford to "focus on military courses and neglect literature" like this.
Although Sheng Jiayu attended classes on both sides, the daytime class hours were unified. In the evening, he would only choose the days when Hu Zhong was free to tutor him in fighting skills. Hu Zhong was not there today, and he should have gone to evening self-study, but it was obvious that he had other plans.

"My son has learned bad habits. He has begun to take advantage of the class monitor's position." Fu Mingcheng clicked his tongue twice. However, their evening self-study classes were not strictly enforced anyway. As long as they did not fail the final exam, everything would be fine with Old Jin.

No one could go out anyway, and Sheng Jiayu was probably here for some other training. His theoretical course results were not cause for concern, and Lao Jin would not say anything to him even if he knew he didn't come.

Sheng Jiayu said a few nice words to Fu Mingcheng with a smile, then said goodbye to them with her bright eyes narrowed.

Fu Mingcheng leaned his head on his hand, stirring the remaining noodle soup with a spoon in his hand, "My son has grown up now, and I don't need to send him off anymore."

"Let him be when he's older." Tang Zhi took out his spoon and threw it on the plate. "Let's go take out the trash."

He had no problem with the mecha training in the afternoon. He caught up on knowledge quickly and was used to learning by stealing. He was already able to fight back with some simple codes, and he beat a group of seniors so hard that they were crying out in pain.

"I can't take it anymore. It was hard enough to chase him, why did the instructor hit me?" A senior complained to Song Zhi.

Sheng Jiayu stood aside with a cup of water in her hand, smiling, "The instructor didn't tell me not to fire."

"That's right!" Song Zhi took the record book in his hand and gave each of those naughty monkeys a head. "Is there anyone in the game who only lets you chase but doesn't hit you? If you only know how to chase people, you'd better go compete in a sprint, why come to play in a league?"

The senior student shrank his head and said in a mean way, "Isn't there no speed race?"

"Get lost, you can't even beat them in a race. Look at your crooked gun. Go to the shooting range and shoot for me for an afternoon."

Seeing that he had received the punishment, the senior student stopped talking and walked away in shame, covering his head.

Zhu Chong wiped his sweat with a towel and walked over to ask Sheng Jiayu: "How did you enter the code for the variant cannon just now? I tried many times before, but the system always got stuck."

The training mecha's intelligent brain is simply an outdated machine. Not only does it lack an intelligent operating dial and a connection to the mental conduction system, but it will also freeze if you enter more than two lines of code.
The students protested several times and demanded a new model, but the first team had not achieved any results in recent years and could not afford the replacement. They could only see who had the best talent and send them to Chuck Turing for training.

Fortunately, Allenville had made remarkable progress in the past few decades, leaving behind a solid foundation, and there is also a military base like Chuck Turing. Otherwise, if it were in other poorer galaxies, it would be hard to tell how they would survive.

All military academies are poor, and it's not just theirs. Other military academies in the Allenville galaxy are not much better. Compared with those in the capital galaxy, everyone is poor. No one should look down on anyone.

In short, all you have to do is to achieve some results. There will be bonuses for achieving results, and with the bonuses, we can exchange them for training mechas for everyone.
After several years of drawing this pie, I finally drew a promising one. The instructors would only say, "Hold on a little longer, there will be a replacement next year."

However, Sheng Jiayu had a good experience with this old computer system. He had participated in some programming competitions in his previous life, and some machines had many problems due to their age, so he had long been accustomed to the old computers.
The code of the Interstellar Era, or the system language, is different, but the logic is the same. After getting used to the one-to-one correspondence, although he has not yet learned all the operating instructions, he can basically draw inferences from one example. As for the bad habit of the old computer, "just follow the rhythm of its lagging and input it."

so true.
And so helpless.

Typing too fast will cause the old computer to lag and accumulate code, so just adapt to its lag rhythm.
Anyway, the machine won’t freeze directly, it just won’t run smoothly. It can be overcome!

Zhu Chong was choked for a moment, then realized that it was really reasonable, and could only say awkwardly: "You are right."

Sheng Jiayu smiled happily: "There is no other way. If you can't beat them, just join them."

After resting for a while, we started the next round of practice.
Everyone was in good shape today. Song Zhi extended the training time a little and solved several students' minor problems before letting them go.

Everyone was exhausted, and some were too lazy to move and just lay down in the training ground to take a nap.
The training ground will be open all the way to the dormitory gate, and students will come here to practice on their own during normal times.
Song Zhi ignored those brats who were sleeping on the spot and left.

Sheng Jiayu packed up her things and seeing Lu Zhe was about to leave, she hurried over and patted Lu Zhe on the back.

Lu Zhe, who was exporting data at the operating table, stood up and looked back, and found that Sheng Jiayu was looking at him with his hands behind his back.

The evenings in mid-September have started to get cooler. Although it is extremely hot during training, once you take a break, the evening breeze makes you feel a little cool.
Especially when the central air conditioning is turned on in the training ground, the room becomes cold when the residual heat from the thrusters dissipates. Many people will put on coats after training.

The little rabbit was on his back, waiting for his reply obediently.
The zipper of the jacket was only half-zipped, and the upper part of the clothes was hanging loosely and tilted, revealing half of the collarbone, looking terrible.

Lu Zhe put down what he was holding, tugged at his collar, straightened his clothes, and pulled up the zipper a little, "Put on your clothes properly."

"Ah? Oh." Sheng Jiayu felt the temperature of Lu Zhe's fingertips and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "I am not following the rules. I'm sorry, senior."

Although the discipline in military academies in the interstellar era was not as strict as he had heard of in his previous life, there were still rules.
Although generally speaking, you wouldn't say anything if you wore training clothes like this, but if you did so when you were wearing a proper dress uniform, you would definitely get severely punished by the instructor.

Lu Zhe didn't do anything to him. He just snorted and asked him, "What do you want from me?"

"Yes, that's right. I wanted to ask you if you are free in the evening and if you can practice with me?" Sheng Jiayu bit her lower lip and looked up at Lu Zhe with her wet eyes.

Lu Zhe glanced at him, and seeing the little rabbit's expectant eyes, he said inexplicably: "Why should I accompany you?"

(End of this chapter)