Chapter 1150 Brother! Let me enjoy wealth alone!

  The mecha department of the Federal Military Academy is mostly fighters.

  Mecha Academy’s bi-weekly plan, everyone is basically fighting.

   Freshman about sophomore, sophomore about junior, anyway, the lower grades like to date the upper grades.

  I can't beat it, but I still have to beat it! Because being beaten is also a way of progress!

  Then the highest graders are not easy to make appointments. Some of the best players can invite coaches or tutors to fight, and they will be able to squat their age and other collective pk competitions quickly and leisurely.

  For example, the previous holographic match and the mecha match.

  But these places are always limited. There are always people who place orders, and they must be trained. It is too boring to play robots.

  Sometimes these people will go to the dormitory to provoke people, and then make appointments with people. If they win a fight, they will definitely come to the second game.

  In the second game, he refused to accept and asked for an extra match. Out of contempt for the loser, the opponent would also agree.

Then--

what! One day passed like this!

  At first, everyone didn't notice that this operation was so irritating, or later, a certain person felt that the appointment was so cool and there was no shortage of people, and they provoked several people in a row, and everyone was such a pair.

  The product is out of the ordinary, and they feel that this routine is too dirty.

  So this group of people can only play boring computers again.

  The leader of the team did not expect that the methods of this group of people were updated so quickly, and they even used Tweet as a raft!

  He was angry and sent three more words in a row.

  【Why, I dare not speak anymore? 】

  【If no one wants to call you, don't call it. You are full of energy to play the virtual mecha! ! ! 】

  【Pretend to deceive, which class are you in? 】

  The conversation suddenly sharpened.

  Qiuqiu’s head came up with a question mark, [Can’t we post such an appointment post here? 】

  【Yes, you can tell me which class you are in and who is called! 】

  【I am Jiang Qiuqiu from Class 1 of the Mental Healing Department. 】

  【Hehe, do you think I will believe it? 】

  ...So, many people have disguised her here?

  Qiuqiu thought for a while, only to realize that he has no real name yet.

  Hiss, no wonder the other party deleted her own post. She quickly launched the conversation, entered the school’s personal center, and collected information with her real name. Then I switched back to chat.

   [Hello, I have my real name now. I have my real name. Can I post? 】

  Not far away, in the training square of the Mecha Academy, a shocking sentence centered on a certain squad leader, quickly spread to the surroundings.

  The sound is too loud, making it particularly noticeable.

A boy who just got off the mech shook the sweat stains on his jersey vest, and water flashed across his honey-colored muscles. He stroked his short hair and said, "What's the squad leader? Has the person who pretended to be tweeted hasn't been resolved yet? ?"

   "Yes." Another male voice with slightly longer hair also leaned over, "Which class, ignorant stuff."

   "I want to be beaten so much, let Lao Tzu beat him."

  Squad leader:……

  No, no, no! He screamed crazy in his heart, this time it was not fake, it was real!

  I'll make it together! Tweet Tweet actually hasn't had time to real name.

so--

  【Private training, there will be healing food delivered. 】

  ……

  He glanced at the roommates beside him.

   glanced at the sky again.

  It's almost 10 o'clock, so many people can't be trained, right?

  He immediately made a decision in his heart, sorry brothers! I want to enjoy my wealth alone!

   "Processed, I deleted the post."

  He was also vicious, "The kid will not reply to me if he has a private message."

   "I warned him to see if he dare to make jokes next time."

  "Yes, next time someone will ask the president directly like this, I will find out the person without their real name!"

  Everyone complained about one person together.

  (End of this chapter)