Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr "It can't be... aren't legacy missions all hard to come by? Why is there such a grand public assessment this time? " Ling Lan's first reaction was to wonder if this was a joke, but then she remembered that although Zilong had a carefree personality, he would never joke about important matters, so she asked what was going on.
"I'm not sure about that either. I guess the master of this legacy mission likes to use the method of elimination to choose his disciples. But, I like it," said Zilong cheerfully. He believed that he probably did not have much fate with those legacies that were all about chance, so he was most happy to see a public legacy mission like today's. Moreover, he also believed that this sort of legacy mission was fairer.
Zilong's thinking had something to do with his personality. He liked to be straightforward, but when he saw things that were going around in circles, he would get a headache.
"So it's an audition!" Ling Lan was enlightened. Of course, Ling Lan's words once again made Zilong on the other end of the communicator sigh in amazement, thinking that this phrase was really too vivid.
Ling Lan's skin was now super thick, so she was used to attributing the internet slang and new language of her past life to herself. She very calmly indicated that she would immediately rush over to take a look.
Although Ling Lan did not think much of this public legacy mission, this was still the first time Ling Lan had come across a so-called legacy mission. She was very curious, so she decided to pause the mission at hand and go over to Zilong's place to take a look.
Little Four was also very much in agreement with this. He was extremely dissatisfied that he had actually missed out on this legacy mission, so he decided to properly understand this kind of legacy mission. In future, he absolutely could not miss out on it again, so he would reveal all the legacy missions to his boss... it had to be said that Little Four was very greedy, actually thinking of collecting all the legacy missions in the virtual network in one fell swoop. Luckily, Ling Lan did not notice Little Four's current thoughts, or else she would definitely be sweating profusely. This legacy was not some cabbage they could eat every day!
Mecha Street, as the name suggested, was filled with mecha shops. However, in the newbie village, oh no, in this enclosed city of the Scout Academy, what was sold were all sorts of different scale simulation mecha models, for the curious students to learn about the strongest individual weapons in this world. No matter if it was a boy or a girl, as long as they had money, they would definitely buy a mecha model that they liked.
The mecha model was very realistic, and the materials used were actually the same type of metal as the real mecha. It was just that the real mecha used the highest grade of metal, while the model was made of lower grade metal, with some scraps added to it. However, every part of the mecha was perfectly crafted and looked exactly like the real thing. Everything that could be opened and unloaded was the same as in real life. There was not a single control device in the mecha cabin that was missing, allowing the children to clearly understand the internal structure of the mecha as well as some simple operating methods.
The moment Ling Lan arrived at Mecha Street, she saw countless students rushing towards a certain place. Ling Lan did not even need to ask Zilong for directions to know which way to go. She guessed that these students had all rushed over after receiving the news.
Following the tide of people, Ling Lan finally arrived at her destination. Looking at the crowd that was already a hundred metres long, Ling Lan could not help but frown. At a glance, she estimated that there were close to ten thousand students stuck here.
Ling Lan could only contact Zilong again. Because they had arrived early, they were stuck about sixty to seventy metres ahead. They had not expected things to turn out this way either — in just a few short minutes, close to ten thousand students had actually rushed over. Now, they were stuck in a dilemma, so they could only wait for the test to begin.
Seeing this, Ling Lan decisively turned back, preparing to complete the mission she had just completed. With so many people, who knew when it would be her turn? Ling Lan did not have the habit of wasting time like this, and besides, her time was already tight to begin with.
However, Little Four stopped her, asking her to wait for a moment before running off like a wisp of smoke.
Ling Lan thought of Little Four's ability, and so waited patiently. Still, she did not like being stuck in a crowd. Ling Lan looked to her left and right...
The shops on Mecha Street were basically all three storeys tall, and the ground floor was half the height of a normal storey. This was because the mecha models on the first floor were all very tall, some even reaching close to three metres in height. People could sit in the mecha cabin and personally experience the operation of the mecha. Of course, these types of mecha were not cheap — if there was no external support and the students had to raise money on their own, they would not be able to buy one without at least seven to eight years of hard work. Of course, if Ling Lan wanted one, with Little Four's help, she would be able to buy one in two years at most.
The second floor of the shop was filled with some exquisite miniature mecha models for students who liked to collect them. Meanwhile, the third floor was for summarizing accounts and pre-ordering mecha models. After all, some mecha were very expensive, and the shops did not want to hoard them and take up their liquid funds.
The decorations of each mecha shop were unique and unique. Some were sci-fi, some were simple, some were classical, and some were trendy... Ling Lan's attention was drawn to the shop three metres in front of her. There was an antique canvas signboard on the wall, and a string of small red lanterns hanging down from the top of the third floor.
Ling Lan's eyes flashed. Perhaps she could make use of this.
Taking advantage of the fact that she was not blocked and unable to move, Ling Lan took two quick steps, stamped her feet, and leapt off the ground.
"Aiyo, who's stepping on my head!" A certain small student whose attention had been drawn to the front suddenly felt someone stepping on his head. He quickly raised his head to look up, and saw a small and nimble figure flying over him.
"Someone jumped up." Quite a number of people also noticed Ling Lan's actions and started shouting.
They saw Ling Lan fly up to the wall of the shop, pull the string of lanterns with one hand, and fly up once again. Ling Lan was extremely agile, and like an agile monkey, she flipped onto the roof in an instant.
"F * ck, there's such a way of walking." The people who saw this realised that they did not have to walk on the ground to get to the front. Those who reacted quickly followed Ling Lan and began climbing up the shop. However, not long after, everyone behind them reacted and pounced towards the string of lanterns. However, the result was tragic and predictable. How could this string of red lanterns withstand the weight of so many people? It broke in the middle, and many students below fell down.
It would have been fine if it had ended there, but at that time, everyone had rushed towards that shop, and a tragic stampede had occurred. It was said that countless students had been directly expelled from the virtual world because of this stampede. When they logged in again, they were warned that their virtual bodies had been destroyed due to force majeure, and they had to wait for three days before they could log in again.
This made countless students beat their chests and stomp their feet in regret. If they had known this would happen, why would they have followed that despicable person and taken a shortcut? If they had obediently queued up, it would probably have been their turn after a day and night.
Ling Lan did not know that her casual action had caused such a tragedy to happen in the virtual world. She was on the roof, and not long after, she saw Zilong and the others who had been blocked and could not move. One, two, three, four, five … nine, yep, not a single one was missing. They were all blocked inside.
Directly calling Zilong's communicator, Ling Lan said proudly, "Little Zilong, I see you." It was rare for her to have the thought of teasing them, so Ling Lan sat on the roof and looked at the people below who were tiptoeing and looking around because of this news.
"Boss, where are you? Why can't I see you? " Zilong was very surprised. He was blocked and could not move at all. What method did Boss use to come here from a hundred meters away?
Han Jijun lowered his head and pondered. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked up and saw Ling Lan smiling and waving at them.
As expected of a smart kid, to be able to think of this key point immediately. Ling Lan confirmed once again that Han Jijun was really smart. As long as there was a hint, he would be able to think of the key point.
Under Han Jijun's reminder, Zilong and the others also saw Ling Lan's smug look on the roof. Zilong was even more annoyed. "Why didn't I think of this?" Since it was called a virtual world that was close to 100% real, of course, it was possible to walk on the roof. Unfortunately, it was too late now. They were squeezed into the crowd and there was no space for them to jump to the wall of the shop.
In the end, they could only regretfully ask Ling Lan to help them investigate the content of the mission first. Ling Lan of course would not refuse. She coolly waved at them and then disappeared.
Han Jijun sighed. "Boss Ling Lan is the boss. He can always think of things we can't think of. Compared to him, we are too far behind." Compared to martial arts, Han Jijun admired Ling Lan's intelligence more. This was what smart people paid attention to the most.
Zilong nodded and said somewhat dejectedly, "Yeah, we learned combat skills at the same time. In the end, we could only use it as a spar, but Boss can turn it into a killing weapon."
Zilong would occasionally pester Ling Lan to spar with him. When Ling Lan was in a good mood, she would agree. The two of them used the normal combat skills taught in school. However, when Zilong was still copying the same move, Ling Lan had already simplified and merged it, turning it into a combat skill that belonged exclusively to Ling Lan.
The spectators might not know the situation of their spar, but as the person involved, Zilong knew very well that Ling Lan was really scary. Her martial arts had long surpassed theirs by too much. He even had the illusion that the pressure Ling Lan gave him was the same as that of his scary father of his.
This was because every time they exchanged blows, Ling Lan would pull back just as she was about to hit his vitals. To outsiders, it seemed like the two of them were evenly matched. In fact, it was Ling Lan who went easy on her. She even guided Zilong when they exchanged blows, letting him know how to fight more accurately.
But even if Ling Lan was going easy on him, he could still feel the wind from Ling Lan's fists, which scraped against his body as if it could cut through his skin. This power was terrifying — with just one hit, he would have no chance of surviving. It would all be game over.
At this moment, Qi Long's determination could be seen. He did not become dispirited by Ling Lan's terrifying strength. Instead, he was filled with admiration for Ling Lan. At the same time, he also worked hard to train himself, not allowing himself to be inferior to his boss by too much. This was the pride of a subordinate.
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