There was a chaotic mess in the Academic Affairs Office, and several groups of people were talking at the same time.

Jian Zixing stood in the center of the crowd, his black eyes pressed by the brim of the hat were hanging helplessly.

The police voice was loud, but there were too many clichés, which made people sleepy.

Director Hu's speech speed is stimulating, but he has been repeating the same problem in the ghost animal, and his heart is slightly worse than before.

The middle-aged man next to him, Teacher Ma, knows communication skills best. While organizing everyone to ask questions in an orderly manner, he kept trying to break through the crowd and pull a chair for him to sit down.

Jian Zixing sighed.

"That's not a weapon made by illegally, it's a serious fighting robot." He interrupted the noise in the house. "You can go to the Pioneer Match Machinery Club to check it out. It's called Xiao Crab, it's a home robot with small cards."

The police uncle paused, "Really?"

Jian Zixing said helplessly, "I am a repeat student who came to report. I encountered this incident. The classmate didn't really want to die when he saw it. I would like to advise him to stop making trouble, and he wouldn't have to take my robot away."

The police breathed a sigh of relief, "That's not, what about your ID? Let's record it."

Jian Zixing sighed, reached into his pocket and took out his ID card, "Prepare it, prepare whatever you want."

After the noisy people were dispersed, the Academic Affairs Office was left with only two female directors and male teachers.

Jian Zixing successively put away the student card, meal card, dormitory registration card, and a stack of brand new school uniforms handed to him by Director Hu in turn.

"Director." He took off his hat, the indifference in his black eyes faded, and he looked at the woman opposite him seriously.

"I didn't expect that the affiliated high school that had taught me for three years would succumb to some so-called pressure and refuse to repeat the school." He took a step back and bent down and bowed, "So, thank you again for your efforts to persist in accepting my academic qualifications."

Hu Xiujie's eyes looked at him were very complicated, mostly because of appreciation and a little pity.

"Your father called yesterday." She said tactfully: "It has reached this point, your father cannot change anything. But I heard him whispering plum star..."

"My surname is Jian." Jian Zixing immediately interrupted her, frowned, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, "All my information is subject to my ID card. Jian Zixing, Jian, nothing else."

"Okay, the school respects your own meaning." The male teacher smiled and smoothed out. "I have been teaching more than a dozen senior high school classes. The first time I met a repeater of 690 points. We have already learned about your application application accident and the matter of adoptive father. Don't worry, since you have entered the school status, you are already a student in Class 30, English High School."

Jian Zixing raised his eyebrows, "Class zero?"

"The repeating class number is zero." The male teacher smiled calmly, "Start from zero."

"Oh, that's great." Jian Zixing nodded, "Are you Mr. Ma, the head teacher of the provincial top scorer this year?"

"It's me, just call Lao Ma." The male teacher said, "Your math, physics and chemistry scores are also amazing. Your Chinese and English are a bit low. If you repeat the study for a year, you may be able to get the magic scores on the outside list next year."

Jian Zixing pulled the corner of his mouth when he heard this, "It's over 740 years old and a god, why should I be a god?"

"Then what do you want to be?" Lao Ma was happy.

Jian Zixing put on his hat again, pulled the corners of his mouth, and restored his expressionless death look.

"Think of nothing."

It is also impossible.

If you can choose, you just want to be Sun Wukong. Why do you need others to chew on the tide against the trend?

...

The strong light hit the center of the dim and empty warehouse. The onlookers raised their hands and cheered, and the noise and emptyness were mixed together. The sound waves created by more than 20 people directly overturned the roof of the room nine meters above.

The center is cast with a rectangular race box surrounded by military-grade bulletproof glass, which is three or two meters high, from the side to the top, and is sealed on five sides.

At this time, one of the parties in the field was a new robot code-named "Steel Structurer". It was 38 cm tall and 62 cm in diameter. It had two crawlers on both sides, four rotating steel knives above, heavy hammers at the top, and a ejection plate that could shovel into the opponent's chassis to dig it away with one blow.

The host stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"The steel-tungsten machine is just as its name suggests! It is the most lethal robot in the first half of the year! The manufacturer said it uses aerospace-grade materials, which is not only a competition, but a destruction! It is destruction!! We just witnessed it violently dismantling three defending robots. Will it break through the fourth and stand in front of the home robot? It! Will it!!"

"The steel twisting machine is moving! The player is very flexible in operation! It bypasses the steel knife trap on the scene and cuts into the back of the lightning side. Do it want to shoot the lightning bomb out? It is entangled! The lightning can't touch the steel twisting machine at all, and it is forced to a dead end! A wheel of lightning is stuck in the ground trough, and it can't move, so the steel twisting machine...oh--!"

There was a burst of exclamation outside the field, and the steel knife shaft rotated at high speed. In just 0:5 seconds, all the weapons at the top of the lightning were destroyed. The steel-wisted machine quickly retreated, leaving the lightning twitching and bounced in place.

The host took a deep breath, "The steel-winder ended a game in one minute again, so... wait!"

The steel-slipper, who had just retreated to the second half, suddenly rushed straight towards the corner again, hitting the lightning that had lost its ability to move. The heavy hammer at the top violently descended, lightning sparks splashed everywhere, and metal and parts burst everywhere.

"Fuck you!" The lightning owner smashed the remote control rod directly, rolled up his sleeves and rushed to the other side of the competition box, but was soon stopped by the club.

The atmosphere of the whole game reached a burst point. After the host was controlled, he said: "No matter whether it is life or death in the ring game. We congratulate the steel mill for successfully standing in front of the home robot. Then, the next one is the first half of the year. No, I believe it will be the most exciting game in recent years! Please give our home robot - Xiao Chai!"

"Zi Xing is careful." The irritable brother who had just been pulled down stood beside Jian Zi Xing and spat, "My grandson's hands are dirty, and he saw one hitting the other."

Jian Zixing raised the brim of the hat and watched the crane put the crab into the race box from above, and the glass roof closed again.

The irritable brother who was smashed with his girlfriend suddenly frowned and looked into the competition box, "I'll go, what's wrong with Brother Crab? Where did you get the eyes that haven't seen for two months? Is this a sticker? Is this...Peppa Pig?"

The contestant behind him immediately exclaimed a national curse, "Zi Xing! What did you do to Brother Crab!"

Jian Zixing pushed the lever expressionlessly and let the crab turn around 360 degrees. He said depressedly: "After hitting this meat grinder, I went to the new school to repeat the school, and the crab went to the hospital to accompany my dad. I made some minor changes to it in appearance, isn't it cute?"

"Cute hammer." The player behind him choked with pain, "Go to the hospital to accompany your dad? Isn't my brother Crab a majestic home robot? Why did he become an elderly companion robot..."

The irritable brother interrupted him, "Which father is yours?"

Jian Zixing paused in his hand, looked at him with a glimmer flashing in his black eyes

He slowly withdrew his gaze, "I only have one dad."

"Please prepare for both players!"

The owner of the steel grinder was a yellow-haired man in bloomers. He grinned at Jian Zixing through two bulletproof glasses. He raised his hand and slapped the button wildly, "Today I'll treat you to the crushed hairy crab!"

A red light flashed in the arena. Jian Zixing was too lazy to raise his eyes and pressed the blue party preparation button.

The irritable brother pulled the microphone to his mouth, "I have to say a few words to trash, the majesty of the home robot!"

Jian Zixing then looked at the yellow-haired man opposite, "Aerospace-grade materials?"

The yellow-haired man whistled out loud.

Jian Zixing's mouth tilted down, "Put the thickest armor and get the most poisonous one, come on."

Xiao Chai is the only home robot in the club in two years. Two years ago, a child pulled the trolley box into the competition warehouse. In just one hour, the reputation of "Jianghu, you brother Chai, don't talk much" spread.

The metal coating exudes a cold luster under the light. The crab holds up a pair of hydraulic clamps that are supreme, and the wheel axles flexibly rub against the ground at various tricky angles.

The steel bones of the hydraulic clamps are extremely fine. Whenever they face each other, the exquisite stimulation that just avoids the opponent's blade is the sexy that can make everyone orgasm.

The crab faced the steel crimping machine. The steel crimping machine instantly started the rotating steel knife, and the heavy hammer swayed over the head. The ejection plate was eager to try and made a metal tremor.

Jian Zixing controlled the little crab to test the left flange of the steel crimper, and then stopped to adjust after a while. The moment the crab stopped, the steel crimper was fully powered and hit it with a bang.

"This is the willfulness of aerospace-grade materials! Is the steel crimper trying to copy the moves just now? My goosebumps are already rising, Brother Crab! Our Brother Crab is... shit!"

The loud noise echoed through the bulletproof glass throughout the competition warehouse, and the crab was hit hard by the steel crimper. The steel crimper instantly lowered the heavy hammer, but Jian Zixing calmly pushed the operating rod, and the crab's two clamps accurately jammed the hammer handle, and the heavy hammer hovered one centimeter on the top.

Everyone in the audience stood up, the field was as quiet as death. In this suffocation, a very slight metal deformation sound came from the loudspeaker.

The yellow-haired man's face gradually turned pale.

Jian Zixing looked at Xiao Chai who was struggling in the silent voice, and said softly: "No material--"

The hammer handle finally bent out of a slight arc, and the heavy hammer could no longer land accurately. Then the crab's two clamps were flexibly lowered, raised high from the side, and pounded into the steel crane's tracks with force.

The sharp sound almost penetrates the eardrums.

Jian Zixing didn't blink, "There was no robot--"

The two clamps of the crab tricked into the steel knife control valve at the angle, stuck and stood stalemate between each other.

Then, Jian Zixing took a deep breath, turned on his power, and pushed the rocker hard. In the public eye, Xiao Chai slowly lifted the steel crimper with two pliers.

The crawler on one side of the steel-twisted machine was helplessly running in the air, while sparks burst out on the other side.

In the dead silence, Jian Zixing continued, "You can stand straight under Xiao Cra's hydraulic clamp."

A cold light passed through the competition box, and the steel crimper was raised and thrown out. It was thrown by more than two meters high, and the fuselage hit the bulletproof glass. The welding point exploded instantly, and the parts burst into pieces, and the battery flew to the ground.

Host: "Okay..., so now we see that our little crab master once again defends the dignity of the home robot. And the steel crimper... the steel crimper no longer exists."

The whole audience was in an uproar. The old man from the club came over to hug Jian Zixing, but he barely braked when he was close to him, and he didn't dare to push him. He could only blow the rainbow fart like a tickling shoe.

Host: "Mr. Xiao Crab is also damaged! Her right eye is blurry! It seems that this is an unsuccessful appearance modification. The quality of the self-adhesive stickers is worrying under the blade of the aerospace-grade killer..."

The crane transported the crab out. Jian Zixing briefly checked the fuselage, took out a new self-adhesive sticker from his pocket, and slapped it back on the scratched place, "If anyone has any trouble, don't look for me. I'm leaving, I'm really starting school."

He said as he walked straight out. The warehouse was stuffy and his shirt sleeves were rolled up high, revealing two thin and fair arms.

The most slender and even tender child in the entire club.

One arm holds the most violent machine and moves away against the light.

The author has something to say: breakfast time.

Shandan held a teacup and sipped the keyboard while typing on it.

What if you put down your chopsticks when you type on the keyboard?

The flickering egg paused, didn’t you say there was no other egg today?

The keyboard typing smiled and said: He said he was here tonight, are you anxious?

Shindan's cold face: I don't have it.

Tap on the keyboard and click him: You are just anxious, it’s boring to have an egg.

Shindan clenched his fist to the point of endurance: I don’t!

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Zhongchen will appear tomorrow.
Chapter completed!