The three of them stopped in front of a silver cabinet. Li Yu opened it, and Little Wei craned her neck to peek inside, spotting three beams of light glowing within the compartments. Floating above the beams were three wristbands.
Is this… a mecha?
Little Wei had seen something similar on Ling Wanbai’s wrist before, though hers was a watch. Those UR users also wore watches.
"These are all my teacher’s creations," Li Yu said, stepping aside slightly so Little Wei could get a better look.
"Is this really okay?" Little Wei knew these items were valuable.
"Take one. The teacher has plenty to spare," Ling Wanbai chimed in from the side.
Hearing this, Little Wei grabbed all three wristbands.
Li Yu: "…"
"Pick one. I didn’t mean take all of them," Li Yu said, his cheek twitching slightly.
"Oh, I was just checking the differences between them," Little Wei muttered as she fiddled with the wristbands.
The original owner had never seen a mecha before, so Little Wei wasn’t entirely sure how to use them. She tapped one lightly, and a black-and-gold mecha materialized above the wristband, complete with its specifications and name. She tried the other two as well—they looked similar, just with different color schemes.
"Actually, the teacher recommended this one for you," Li Yu said with a smile, picking up an ice-blue wristband. "Silver Frost has an icy base color. It’s not the strongest in terms of attack power, but it’s an excellent control-type mecha. Its skills are well-suited for those with strong psychic abilities. Don’t worry, though—despite being known for control, its offensive capabilities are nothing to scoff at."
"Frozen for miles?" Little Wei ran her fingers over the wristband.
Hiss—
It was a bit cold.
Kinda matched her ice staff.
"Mm, something like that," Li Yu replied with a chuckle.
Little Wei wasn’t the type to chase after extreme firepower. After all, no matter how high a mage-assassin’s damage output was, a bit of magic resistance could render them useless. Xishi and Zhaojun would forever remain the sunshine girls of the canyon.
"So, how do I use this?" Little Wei put the other two wristbands back, unable to resist stroking the cool, smooth surface of the one now on her wrist.
Now she had a mecha too, just like everyone else.
Hehehe, mecha-chan~
"Are you afraid of pain?" Ling Wanbai suddenly asked.
Little Wei: ?
Before she could react, Ling Wanbai summoned a glowing spike in her hand.
"What are you doing?!" Little Wei yelped in alarm.
Help, this woman was trying to murder her!
"Stay still. Activating this kind of mecha is different from the ones outside—it requires your blood," Ling Wanbai explained flatly.
Little Wei eyed the spike, which looked at least several dozen centimeters long, and instinctively took a step back.
This wasn’t just asking for her blood—it was asking for her life!
"Afraid of a little blood? A true battle angel doesn’t fear bleeding or sweating," Ling Wanbai recited with a deadpan expression, spouting such cringeworthy lines that Little Wei felt her kidneys shrivel.
Sure, that sounded cool in theory, but that spike would leave a gaping hole, and the blood would gush out like a fountain.
"Alright, you—when will you learn to be gentler?" Li Yu sighed, looking at Ling Wanbai like she was a hopeless case.
But there was nothing he could do.
Ling Wanbai had been raised as a living weapon since childhood. The moment she was tested and found to possess max-level psychic potential, General Ling had begun grooming her as his successor.
Having spent years surrounded by top-tier UR users, competing in raw power, Ling Wanbai had no idea how to handle delicate, gentle double-S types.
"Next lifetime," Ling Wanbai replied without batting an eye.
Li Yu nearly choked on his own frustration.
Whatever. Considering this brat had gone out of her way to find him a decent apprentice, he’d let it slide—this time.
Li Yu plucked a silver needle from nearby and lightly pricked Little Wei’s fingertip. A drop of blood fell onto the wristband.
The wristband emitted a faint glow, and a beam of light shot straight into her forehead.
This was…
All the operational instructions and skills for the mecha flooded her mind.
Gotta admit, high-tech worlds were convenient.
Silver Frost.
From now on, this was her battle mecha.
The ice-blue mechanical wings looked ridiculously cool, and her neural interface was already updating rapidly after syncing with the mecha.
The thought made Little Wei’s face pale slightly.
Wait…
If that was the case, did that mean her flight unit would be the same as Ling Wanbai’s?
By the time the neural upgrade finished, Little Wei’s legs were already weak as she watched it assemble into an ice-blue flight unit hovering beside her.
"By the way, kid, I might not be as knowledgeable as your senior sister when it comes to combat, so Ling Wanbai will be responsible for teaching you how to use the mecha and flight unit. I’ll finalize your schedule tomorrow and send it to your neural interface," Li Yu said, waving his hand to summon a uniform and a badge.
"These are for you. As for your dorm…"
Li Yu paused in thought.
"You’ll be staying across from Ling Wanbai. You know your constitution is special—you can’t room with the UR students."
"Thank you, Dean," Little Wei replied with a smile.
Double-S dorms were all two-bedroom suites. Now that she was Li Yu’s student, her living conditions definitely wouldn’t be worse than before.
Little Wei’s assumption was correct. Ling Wanbai escorted her to the apartment building.
Only four people lived in this building. She and Ling Wanbai were on the second floor. As they passed the first floor, Little Wei spotted Du Ran stepping out of her room.
"This is…?" Du Ran couldn’t help but give Little Wei a once-over.
She immediately recognized her as a double-S.
"Oh? Ling Wanbai, did you bring yourself a little wife?" Du Ran sneered.
Ling Wanbai had always carried herself with an air of superiority, and Du Ran had never liked her—especially since Ling Wanbai had a knack for flexing without even trying, which was infuriating.
Ling Wanbai glanced at her but didn’t bother responding.
"Hey, aren’t you afraid I’ll report you to the dean? What double-S would ever want you? If you’re forcing her, do you even care about keeping your position as captain of the Federation’s Second Division?" Du Ran raised her voice.
In one swift motion, Ling Wanbai summoned a light blade and pinned Du Ran against the wall, gripping her throat.
"Keep slandering me, and you’ll regret it," Ling Wanbai said, her dark eyes freezing Du Ran to the core.
"And for the record, she’s the teacher’s new apprentice—far better than trash like you." With that, Ling Wanbai released her, pulling out a tissue to wipe her hand clean, her expression dripping with disgust as if Du Ran were filth.
Little Wei didn’t dare make a sound.
So Ling Wanbai had a habit of pinning people to walls. At least she hadn’t grabbed Little Wei by the throat earlier.
For some reason, Little Wei felt a strange sense of relief.
But if Du Ran lived on the first floor, then the room across from hers must belong to Zhang Yunxiao, right?
Du Ran’s face was ghostly pale as she watched Ling Wanbai lead Little Wei upstairs, her hands clenched into fists.
First Ling Wanbai, and now another pretty double-S as the dean’s apprentice? What was this supposed to mean?
Are the Double S secretly competing already?
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