Mecha Breaks the World

"Let's separate here. See you tomorrow." When Nangong Mengdie waved goodbye to Chen Feng, she glanced at Chen Feng's shoulder after walking to the bifurcation of the male and female dormitory: "By the way, this arrangement is for you in the second half of the semester. It's good. Driving the mech will not make your shoulder injury worse."

Chen Feng squeezed his shoulder lightly. There was a faint pain on it for fear that it would not be able to recover in a short time: "Haha, that's what I said, just give me some time to cultivate."

Zheng Zhirong is ashamed and embarrassed. All of this is caused by him. But he can't make Chen Feng's injury directly heal. He can only apologize constantly: "Chen Feng, I'm sorry, if you have any needs in the future, tell me, I will go through fire and water. Don't hesitate."

"Let's talk about it later, don't worry too much, see you tomorrow." Chen Feng waved his hand and walked into his dormitory.

In the dormitory, Lin Xian was sitting at the table and reviewing with a book. He saw Chen Feng walking into the dormitory and greeted him: "Why are you here so late? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Our Fighter A Department is going to the Southwest Military Region for an internship for four months. I just announced this in the classroom." Chen Feng told Lin Xian what had happened at the check-in desk, and then walked to his bed and started with his uninjured left hand. pack.

Lin Xian was surprised that he didn't even pick up the book in his hand. "It's strange, why did you suddenly go to the Southwest Military Region? It's not good to just rush to the battlefield like this?"

"It is because the number of mechas in the Southwest Military Region is not enough. Let us help and experience life on the battlefield by the way." Chen Feng said while tidying up. He could only use his left hand to work and put the clothes in the cabinet. It hasn't been affected yet, and when it comes to changing sheets, it seems extremely difficult.

Lin Xian saw that Chen Feng’s situation was not right and came to help. During the process of helping, he saw that Chen Feng’s right hand was always on his side. He occasionally raised it and never exerted any effort. He wondered how Chen Feng was injured in school. During the winter vacation, Chen Feng did not say that there was a problem with his right hand.

Lin Xian didn't ask directly. After helping Chen Feng to make his bed and sit down to rest, he said, "What is the situation with your right hand?"

Chen Feng smiled bitterly and moved his right hand, feeling a faint pain on his shoulder, and the road to recovery is a long way to go: "When he checked in, Zheng Zhirong was provoked by Xu Xin to lose his mind, and he wanted to beat him. After hitting Xu Xin, something will definitely happen. As a last resort, I can only resist the blow, so I hurt my right shoulder. Fortunately, it is not very serious. You can do it without saying anything. He is actually very uncomfortable. Talk about him again."

"Since Shui Bin left, Xu Xin has become more and more arrogant. Zhirong's actions are understandable, but what about morning exercises and class studies after your shoulder was injured?" Lin Xian sat next to Chen Feng and reached out to press for him. He pinched his shoulders while worrying about the new semester he was about to start.

Lin Xian's pinching technique was very good. Chen Feng felt the warmth and comfort on his shoulders, and said with a refreshing emotion, "Wow, didn't Lin Xian notice that you still massage?"

"My mother is not in good health, so when I was at home, I often massaged her body. After a long time, I mastered some methods. I never had a chance to use it today in school." Lin Xian pressed a few more times to look at Chen. Feng Du was almost lying on the table, so he asked him to lie down on the bed and continue to pinch.

Chen Feng squinted his eyes, making him fall asleep, "I feel that if you massage me every day, it won't take many days for my injuries to heal."

Lin Xian carefully squeezed the right shoulder for Chen Feng, and the force he exerted was not too big or too small, just within the range he could bear. Chen Feng's skin started to turn red within a few seconds, not only warm, but also tingling sensations. .

Lin Xian remembered that Chen Feng hadn't answered his question: "By the way, you haven't told me what to do during training later if you can't move your right hand? When will you go for an internship in the Southwest Military Region?"

"Don't worry about it. We will go to the playground to practice driving the real machine for the next 10 days, and then we will go to the Southwest Military Region. We can't use the right hand. Moreover, I practice double swords. I can practice the left hand sword first in the morning exercise. "Chen Feng has already figured out the countermeasures. The only thing that has some headaches is to pay attention to movements during morning exercises and not to engage in too intense battles with Nangong Phantom Butterfly.

In the evening, Chen Feng and his friends gathered in Teacher He’s apartment. During a winter vacation, I didn’t see everyone booing about each other. It was so lively. Even the boss of Joey in the food court ran over. After discussing with Aunt Lin, the two of them are now very happy. It's familiar, and today I joined hands with Aunt Lin to make a table of exotic dishes.

Teacher He had heard about the courses of the Fighter A Department in the second half of the year, and took the initiative to open this topic: "I heard that the Fighter A Department will go to the Southwest Military Region for an internship this semester. You must be prepared."

"We have come out of the initial shock. The classmates are gearing up now, waiting for the day when they drive the second-generation mecha to the Southwest Military Region." Zheng Zhirong looked forward to it, and was able to control the second-generation mecha again. Is there anything more worth looking forward to to be on the battlefield for the first time?

Chen Feng was not as optimistic as Zheng Zhirong. He had personally experienced the Qiantang River Landing Campaign and saw his parents die tragically in front of him. He knew the terrible aspects of the battlefield. Most of his classmates, including Zheng Zhirong, thought too simple.

So Chen Feng interrupted Zheng Zhirong, who was cheerfully talking about various expectations, and looked at Teacher He seriously and asked: “Teacher He, we don’t know the battlefield. The goal of this internship is just to cooperate with the actions of the local military. There must be many variables in it. I wonder if you have any suggestions."

"Then you ask the right person." Teacher He smiled slightly and rubbed the glass in front of him, recalling the situation of the first mech war: "The war is full of too many uncertainties, I can't help you consider all aspects. There is only one piece of advice, that is, you must persist in living anyway. Only those who survive have a future. The story of all those who sacrificed on the battlefield is over."

The heavy advice hit the students' hearts. Even Zheng Zhirong, with a hippy smile, fell silent. The always cold Nangong Mengdie is the fastest among all people to recover: "Thank you, Teacher He, for your advice. We will keep it in mind."

Since you heard the news, You Jia must have kept his eyes on Chen Feng, but she didn't expect to hear that he was going to the Southwest Military Region after less than a day of separation from Chen Feng, which made her feel unacceptable.

Nangong Huandie waved a small fist at Chen Feng, and in her mind Chen Feng's ability was definitely strong enough.