Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 253 - 29: Three Fingers Raised

Ruan Xiongfei was over in the third Administrative District, so why on earth did he suddenly decide to send a Sky Communication!?

The last time we talked was last year, I think.

Connection established.

"Wu Yue."

"Ruan Xiongfei."

"Why did you call my Sky Communication?"

"Bullshit if I don’t call you, then who do I call!"

Hearing this ruffian statement, Wu Yue felt so irritated he almost smashed his Sky Communication device, but then he remembered it was the latest model that cost him 4000 Star Coins, so, clenching his teeth, he held back his anger and said, "Ruan Xiongfei, get to the point, I’ve no time to bullshit with you!"

"I-I don’t have time to bullshit either, so just give the Sky Communication to Mu Fan. Don’t ask me who Mu Fan is!"

Damn!

Do you think you’re commanding your subordinates here?

The next thing Ruan Xiongfei said made Wu Yue furiously hand the Sky Communication over to someone in the middle of the court.

"I know what you guys are up to. They’ve stepped right up to your doorstep, aren’t you gonna slap their faces hard to feel better? You really can’t give me a break, I’d be screwed this year if I hadn’t recruited a core player!"

Wu Yue’s left fist, hanging empty, creaked as he clenched it; he really wanted to smash the Sky Communication into pieces right there!

What do you mean by that, Ruan Xiongfei?

So, you think you can win just because you’ve got a core student on your team?

What a cosmic joke, their regular students are thrashing two of our elites.

As for Zhang Shaotang, he had thought of it, but if he faced the two cores from the opposing team, he’d still likely be massacred.

He had seen what had happened with Zhang Shaotang himself, so if Shaotang faced Han Qianyun from the other side, you could practically predict the outcome now.

Forget it, just send it over.

If a star like that comes this way and the core student loses the very first round, then it will be your face on the line, Ruan Xiongfei. Let’s see if you can still stick around in Ding Chuan.

"Wait!"

Wu Yue gestured with his hand, and Shi Sen, who was about to go onstage, froze, as did the students around him.

What’s going on?

Even the veterans in the audience seats had their rhythm disrupted by the sudden appearance of Wu Yue.

Even Lin Hao looked puzzled; what did this sudden appearance mean—was it some tactical arrangement?

But it didn’t seem likely since Lin Hao saw the raging expression on Wu Yue’s face.

No pre-battle encouragement, but another rebuke?

If that’s the case, Lin Hao wouldn’t mind dragging Wu Yue out.

Mu Fan, standing in the crowd, furrowed his brows because he realized that Coach Wu Yue seemed to be heading…

towards him?!

Wu Yue walked into the crowd, while the Dawn students looked on as if watching a funny scene unfold; for them, the sudden appearance of this coach was nothing more than an intriguing interlude.

Members of the Special Combat Team on both sides of the stands, along with Renault leading his group of over twenty, all turned their gazes toward him.

The crowd parted automatically, Wu Yue approached Shi Sen, who had already wrapped both hands with bandages, patted his shoulder, and motioned for him to stay calm.

Then he continued walking forward.

Hmm?

Not looking for Shi Sen? What is he up to then!

Mu Fan watched as the crowd continued to part, and Wu Yue’s gaze came toward him.

Yin Shuai, who had just finished smoothing his hairstyle, watched as Wu Yue with a pained expression passed by him—no doubt, that gritted-teeth expression looked exactly like someone who had bumped into something unexpectedly.

Hold up.

Mu Fan looked up at the middle-aged man who was half a head taller.

"Mu Fan?"

"Yeah."

"Your Sky Communication!" He tossed a Sky Communication into his hand and then walked away without looking back.

The calm on the young man’s face turned into astonishment. His Sky Communication?

Mu Fan, puzzled, brought it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Mu Fan, kid!"

As soon as he heard the voice, Mu Fan knew who it was—it had to be none other than Bald Ruan.

"Yep, it’s me. What’s up, Instructor Ruan?"

"Just now, Lin Hao arranged for someone to send me a message. If we hadn’t spoken earlier, wouldn’t Ding Chuan have almost lost by the time you entered? How would I have explained it to you then? Don’t chicken out, just do it! You’re my disciple, Ruan Xiongfei, after all. Why miss such a chance to show your face? Go on down next round. Let me tell you, if you don’t fight—uh, what are you feeling in your training now? What do you desire the most?"

"The food isn’t enough..." Mu Fan honestly admitted, momentarily not following Ruan Xiongfei’s train of thought.

"So, you are a foodie, hahaha! Well, that makes it easy to say. If you lose a match, you won’t eat for a day!" Ruan Xiongfei laughed heartily on the other end.

Then Yin Shuai, Shi Sen, and Zhang Shaotang saw Mu Fan’s originally calm eyes suddenly turn red. What had Sky Communication said to agitate him so much?

As Mu Fan heard those words, he instantly withdrew from the Dark Breath state.

With eyes glaring red, Mu Fan held the Sky Communication and asked word by word, "So if I win, can I ask for more food?"

"That’s the spirit of a real man. Never mention losing, set your standards. Throw the Sky Communication to Lin Hao; I’ll speak to him. Damn it, this is the first time I’m begging for someone’s meal," Ruan Xiongfei cursed and laughed on the other end.

Mu Fan heard what sounded like a woman’s laughter through the Sky Communication. Where exactly was this bald instructor, really on a mission?

So, everyone saw Mu Fan hand the Sky Communication to Lin Hao at the sidelines.

By then, the Dawn crowd was getting impatient. Wasn’t it annoying to have a long conversation via Sky Communication during a match?

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After taking the Sky Communication and hearing a few words, Lin Hao’s face flushed red then paled as he suppressed his reaction.

Ending the call, Lin Hao approached, announcing to the trainees, "Change of plan, Shi Sen you rest, Mu Fan you’re up."

This announcement caused an uproar among nearly a hundred people from Ding Chuan. What was going on?

Shi Sen frowned unhappily at Mu Fan, but Mu Fan’s gaze startled him.

What kind of fierce look was that?

Taking off the training jacket, he revealed a grey T-shirt underneath.

The slim and fit physique of the young man was exposed to everyone.

"Who is this guy? Why did Ding Chuan suddenly change players? Doesn’t look as robust as the one who was ready to go on!"

Dawn side was confused, except for two people.

Zhang Yuanren’s expression turned dark, while Tataric’s gaze carried a hint of amusement.

Didn’t expect your turn to come so soon.

A sentence with dual meanings.

On the special combat team stand, Tracy exclaimed with delight, "The little brother is on!"

Whereas, Lu Qingxue from Renault’s side suddenly uttered four words, "Core trainee."

The crowd nearby was surprised. So this was this term’s core trainee, but how did Lu Qingxue know?

This revelation piqued the senior year attendees’ interest all at once.

Mu Fan swung his arms, causing a series of crackling sounds from his joints, then stepped onto the stage with simple movements.

Everyone from Ding Chuan stared intensely at Mu Fan’s back.

This sudden appearance of a core trainee had caught them off guard; if Mu Fan failed, Ding Chuan’s reputation might be completely lost.

"This is interesting, can your physique withstand my punch?" Amos, rubbing his wrists, looked at the much leaner young man, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit, and couldn’t help but feel amused.

In Mu Fan’s eyes was not fighting spirit. He stared blankly at Amos for three full seconds, the flame in his eyes flickering away.

Then he turned to look at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao locked eyes with him.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds, Mu Fan stretched out his right hand toward Lin Hao, showing three fingers!

Lin Hao’s face first turned green, then red, and finally settled into a serious nod after much internal struggle.

Because the legendary captain, Ruan Xiongfei, had made it clear in Sky Communication, while Mu Fan’s intention was clear, he still found it hard to accept that a soldier would barter victory for food.

Well, he wasn’t officially a soldier yet.

In the end, Lin Hao forced himself to accept it.

Three!

What did that mean?

Three minutes, thirty seconds, three moves, or something else?

This number plunged the whole scene into confusion, even the so-called Intelligent Core, Feng Yu, seemed puzzled.

In the crowd, White Hair, who was scratching his chin, suddenly slapped his thigh, "Damn, could it be..."

The sudden idea even he couldn’t believe, because if said out loud, it would be utterly absurd.

You can’t possibly mean three kilograms!