Seeing Little Wei staring intently in that direction, Zhong Ruyue assumed she didn’t quite understand what was going on and began explaining.
"Those are Wing-Type Mechs. They’re basically gifts from UR Academy’s Mech Department alumni to the new students. Their combat power is really weak—they can’t even defeat the tiniest of the Zerg."
Little Wei: "…"
She refused to listen. Those mechs were just too cool.
The sleek silver mech shimmered with a faint blue glow, resembling a giant-winged butterfly. Little Wei’s inner chuunibyou soul was already ablaze—she didn’t care, she wanted this one.
So. Freaking. Cool.
She couldn’t control her feet as they carried her toward UR’s department exhibition area.
Zhong Ruyue was momentarily stunned, not having time to stop Little Wei before the sky abruptly darkened.
Descending was an impeccably designed humanoid combat mech—graceful yet formidable, its pale silver frame exuding mechanical precision and futuristic allure. The fusion of silver and gold light made it seem like the sun and moon had converged, a celestial marvel that left onlookers breathless.
A woman clad in a white combat suit stepped out, her waist cinched tight, the long skirt fluttering to reveal glimpses of her slender legs. The mech’s wings powered down with a whisper, vanishing in a flash of white light. As the mist cleared, her frost-cold eyes and cascading golden hair came into view.
Two others landed beside her, a man and a woman, but their mechs—glowing red and aqua-blue—paled in comparison to the radiant brilliance of the first.
Du Ran shot a resentful glare at Ling Wanbai. This woman always stole the spotlight.
Weren’t they both sent to the Federal Combat Unit back then? So how did Ling Wanbai end up as the captain of the Second Division?
And now, after the recent Zerg war, she’d even been awarded the Federation’s highest honor—the Wings of Light mech.
Du Ran was practically green with envy.
Zhang Yunxiao tugged at her sleeve.
"Don’t," he murmured. "It’s new student orientation today."
Du Ran huffed before plastering on a warm smile, addressing the crowd of freshmen brightly.
"Hello everyone! I’m Du Ran, vice-captain of the Federal Combat Unit’s Second Division. It’s a pleasure to welcome you all to our academy. Today, Ling Wanbai, Zhang Yunxiao, and I will be guiding you through UR Academy’s history and its glorious achievements."
Before she could finish, a swarm of students—having stowed their own mechs—rushed toward Ling Wanbai instead.
"Senior Ling! I’ve been a fan for twenty years—can I get your autograph?"
"Senior Ling, how many Zerg did you take down this time?"
"Senior Ling, your badge is so pretty! Can I see it?"
A breeze swept past as Du Ran forced a smile, signing for the handful of fans who remained with her. Watching Ling Wanbai frown in apparent annoyance, she nearly choked on her fury.
Damn Ling Wanbai!
Just die already!
She wanted to bite her to death.
Meanwhile, Zhong Ruyue had successfully gotten Zhang Yunxiao’s autograph, her cheeks flushed pink.
Sure, he wasn’t quite on par with Senior Ling, but as captain of the Third Division, plenty of double-S students secretly crushed on him.
But—
Where was Little Wei?
Zhong Ruyue glanced around before spotting her, eyes sparkling as she ran her hands over one of UR Academy’s display mechs.
So. Cool.
The thought that she’d never have one in her lifetime made Little Wei unreasonably angry.
Why not?
No—she was getting tested.
Little Wei marched straight to UR Academy’s physical assessment area, only to be surrounded by a crowd within seconds.
"Hey, junior! You’re new, right? Did you get your uniform yet? Wow, you’re adorable—you look so innocent! No UR has claimed you yet, huh? What do you think of me?"
"Junior, can I touch your face? Just once—or a little squeeze?" One particularly eager UR senior was practically glowing with excitement.
"N-no thanks, I have things to do!" Little Wei’s face paled in alarm.
Fortunately, as an SS-rank, she was a prized gem wherever she went—UR students wouldn’t dare act recklessly.
The little lamb finally escaped the pack of wolves, only to freeze when she saw someone approaching.
It was Ling Wanbai, the same woman who had made that grand entrance earlier.
Was she coming for her?
Little Wei’s heart skipped a beat, but before she could react, Ling Wanbai walked right past her, retrieving a stack of forms from the two seniors behind the desk.
"These are the recent registrations?" Ling Wanbai’s voice was icy.
"Yes! There’s one junior here with maxed-out psychic stats—her physique and strength are both at level seven. Solid starting attributes—she might even reach your level someday, Senior Ling!" The pair of juniors grinned obsequiously.
Ling Wanbai was the academy’s hero. They could disrespect the teachers, but never her.
Flipping through the pages, Ling Wanbai found the so-called prodigy.
"These numbers are terrible." Her tone was flat, devoid of any reaction.
The junior chuckled awkwardly. "Well, compared to you, sure—but she’s way ahead of us! Still not up to Dean Li’s standards?"
Dean Li was Ling Wanbai’s mentor. For three years, he had tirelessly trained her into an elite High-Rank Battle Angel. He was convinced that, before long, she would ascend to Special-Rank. At that point, even if she hadn’t graduated, the academy wouldn’t be able to keep her—Special-Rank Battle Angels were deployed against high-tier Zerg Queens. The Federation would never let such talent rot in a school.
So before that day came, Dean Li wanted Ling Wanbai to find him a… fun apprentice.
No—a talented one.
Someone just like Ling Wanbai.
"Guess we’ll have to wait till next year." Ling Wanbai’s face betrayed a flicker of disappointment as she handed the forms back.
"Little Wei, stop staring!" Zhong Ruyue finally caught up to her, only to find her ogling Ling Wanbai as if trying to see through her skirt.
Did she have a death wish?
The last person who dared look at Senior Ling like that was now stuck in the academy’s experimental garden, growing new plant species. Rumor had it they’d be there for life if they failed.
"Huh? Oh, right." Little Wei snapped out of it.
Not that she’d seen anything.
She was just curious—did UR girls in this world really grow that?
"Oh! I got Senior Zhang’s autograph! Look—I adore him. Once I graduate, I’m marrying a UR just as strong as him!" Zhong Ruyue proudly showed off the signed card.
Little Wei glanced at it. The handwriting was bold and fluid.
Zhang Yunxiao…
Wait.
That name rang a bell in her memories.
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