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In the afternoon, Lu Qijia had no classes while Jufeng did, so the two of them spent some time together before parting ways after having lunch in the cafeteria.
Love fills people with positive energy, and this was the best description of Jufeng. Even after separating from Lu Qijia, this new elite of the Underworld still radiated vitality.
"Brother Jufeng, are you okay? You seem a bit off," Tong Bailong said as the three of them walked towards the Mecha Simulation Training Center. He had been observing Jufeng, who had returned from lunch with a beaming smile. After hesitating for a moment, Jufeng heard Tong Bailong's question and smiled even wider, but he didn’t explain anything. Instead, he just patted the big guy's shoulder and grinned at Jiang Xue, who seemed to see right through his expression. She recalled that he had gone to find Sister Dai earlier that morning, and a certain understanding dawned on her.
"Tong Bailong, just ignore him. If he ends up grinning like an idiot later, let’s see how he handles it. I still have to deal with Sister Dai properly; it's hard to know someone’s true feelings!"
Jufeng felt his smile freeze at Jiang Xue's deliberately raised voice. He couldn’t help but think about how many good relationships had been ruined by late-night gossip among friends. He certainly didn’t want to follow in the footsteps of those who had come before him.
Jufeng turned his head and leaned closer to Jiang Xue, trying to curry favor. "I heard Sister Xue likes Universal Corporation's knives. How about I get you one? Universal Corporation, officially known as Universal Technology Machinery Manufacturing Company, also called Huankezhao, is currently the most powerful technology company in the universe, especially in weapon manufacturing. It is the largest Arms Factory in existence."
When Jiang Xue heard that Jufeng wanted to give her a knife from Huankezhao, her expression changed instantly, almost as if she were… well… a creature in heat.
"Really? You can't go back on your word! I just want a Second-Grade one; when will you give it to me? Hurry up, let’s make a pinky promise!"
Huankezhao has its own grading system for weapons, generally divided into four levels: first-grade is custom-made, Second-Grade is limited edition, third-grade is mid-tier, and fourth-grade is standard consumer goods. However, even fourth-grade knives cost thousands or tens of thousands; not to mention a Second-Grade Knife. Yet at that moment, Jufeng couldn’t think about love; he knew he had to spend money.
"No problem, I promise you. But when it comes to Sister Dai, you need to choose your words carefully."
Now it was Jiang Xue's turn to play dumb. With a cute laugh, she said, "Of course! Brother Jufeng is always the best! Leave Sister Dai to me; you can trust me with your feelings and words. Look at how I’ve even started calling you Brother Jufeng now; it shows how tempting this Second-Grade Knife is! This all goes back to my interests; my family was completely against me studying Mecha Major because they thought it wasn’t suitable for a girl. But ever since I was little, I’ve been fascinated by weapons—whether traditional cold weapons or modern ones, even firearms and mechas. By the time I was ten, I could independently make a handgun; this talent isn’t something trivial. After much persuasion failed, I eventually ended up here."
Seeing Jiang Xue's satisfied expression as she savored her joy made Jufeng's heart swell with affection. Sometimes for them, wealth isn’t what matters most; what they truly crave is someone who understands their passions.
The three of them crossed two streets and walked over a bridge before arriving at a circular domed building. The structure wasn’t particularly tall but exuded grandeur as students streamed in and out.
The Mecha Simulation Training Center was destined to be a place where Jufeng and his friends would frequent in the future. The Mecha Major was divided into theoretical and practical studies; students like Jiang Xue along with Cai Fanshuang and Diao Ke focused on theory while Jufeng and Tong Bailong specialized in practical applications of mechas. Previously, personnel from the military were brought in to test mecha performance, but now that the school had expanded its enrollment and offered better conditions for graduates who could join the military afterward with benefits, things were looking up for them all.
It was now the basic simulation class, and everyone was attending, but after a deeper exploration, Jiang Xue and her companions would no longer need to come. Just like how One Wind and Tong Bailong no longer needed to listen during cultural classes.
Upon entering the center, waves of astonishment echoed throughout the room, even Jufeng couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Above them, the dome displayed a vast cosmic scene that slowly rotated, with planets occasionally streaking by—those must be what Earth referred to as shooting stars.
Clearly, this atmosphere was deliberately created by Huan City University, and its effect was remarkable. The students quickly immersed themselves in the experience. Jufeng and his two companions soon found their seats, which were three adjacent simulation mecha pods. Once they donned their headsets and pulled the joysticks, the screen before them gradually revealed a vivid interface.
Then, a calm voice came through the headphones.
“Nice to meet you all, I am Bao Hongpei.”
The elderly man smiled, his voice harmonizing perfectly with his expression.
A brief introduction allowed Jufeng to learn that Bao Hongpei was a retired soldier from China's Mecha Division Two, boasting decades of mecha piloting experience, particularly with Interstellar Mechas.
The first mecha experience class was nothing more than discussing history and basic knowledge. After the opening of space travel, countries on Earth began to explore the uses of mechas, which became widely known and no longer seemed novel.
The class ended quickly, leaving most students wanting more. Jufeng was willing to disconnect early and went outside to wait for Tong Bailong and Sister Xue.
Before Tong Bailong and Sister Xue arrived, he unexpectedly encountered an old acquaintance—Andland.
“Oh, isn’t this Feng Shao? I hear your bar has been doing quite well lately?”
Andland seemed to have intentionally waited for Jufeng, flanked by two well-dressed young men who appeared to be his latest subordinates.
Hearing Andland's deliberate mockery, Jufeng smiled calmly. It was clear that Andland's information was somewhat outdated; he didn't know that Jufeng was now managing not just a business Association.
“Thanks to An Shao’s support, business is decent. If you have time one day, feel free to visit my place. I’ll treat you.”
Andland scoffed lightly and replied, “No need to go to your place. If you have time, why not do me a favor? Tonight at Gui Pin Xuan, I’d like to invite Feng Shao for dinner. I wonder if Feng Shao would be willing to grace us with your presence.”
Jufeng was taken aback. Why would Andland suddenly want to treat him to a meal?
With a puzzled expression, Jufeng looked at Andland, who was feeling anxious and said, "Although I have some past grievances with Feng Shao, I believe Feng Shao wouldn't dare to refuse, right?"
It was a childish provocation, but Jufeng smiled brightly and nodded, saying, "No problem, I'll definitely be there tonight."
Upon hearing Jufeng's agreement, Andland felt relieved and left. Not far away, Tong Bailong and Sister Xue were coming out from the center. Seeing Andland's departing figure, Jufeng smiled and signaled that everything was fine. He then turned to Tong Bailong and said, "Tell them to book a room at Guipinxuan for tonight and let A-Zheng invite those two as well."
Tong Bailong was momentarily stunned but didn't ask any further questions. He nodded in agreement.
Sister Xue bid farewell to Jufeng and Tong Bailong before returning to the villa. With nothing pressing on their minds, Jufeng and Tong Bailong went back to Canglang One Floating Life for some sparring. After taking a shower, they prepared to attend the banquet.
(To be continued)
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