The First Generation Comes Again

Mu Fan knew nothing about this!

Because the fatty was here, Young Master Harry was in a hurry on his way here today. The main reason was that he woke up late.

When he entered the hall, he heard a commotion not far away. However, this was normal for a dojo with so many people. He did not pay much attention and went straight upstairs.

He wondered when Mu Fan would go. He would have to persuade him again.

Therefore, when the fatty opened the door and saw Mu Fan looking at him from the practice bench, they looked like they had just met.

"You—haven't gone yet?" asked the fatty as he looked around.

Mu Fan sat there straight. His upper body was almost bent, and he bared his teeth fiercely, which made the fatty jump.

The atmosphere was not right. Logically speaking, Mu Fan should either be in the training room or wearing a photon processor helmet. What was he doing?

Fatty did not do anything wrong. He carefully combed through his schedule for the past few days. There was nothing wrong.

"Cough, cough." The fatty pretended to use his fist to gesture with his mouth.

"Well, Mu Fan, what are you doing? Are you waiting for me?" asked the fatty, who had entered his imaginary state.

Mu Fan's face suddenly twitched. "Hiss, it hurts!"

The fatty's heart skipped a beat. Did this child take the wrong medicine? What was with that crazy tone?

Suddenly, the communicator at the door of the room rang. "Beep, training partner Mu Fan, please answer quickly."

"Trainer Mu Fan, please answer quickly."

The repeated calls were obviously internal.

"I am Mu Fan."

When the fatty saw that Mu Fan answered the call without hesitation, his heart tightened. Was Mu Fan going to Wen Zheming? The fatty frowned and was about to flare up, but what he heard next dumbfounded him.

"I'm Chanison. Hahaha, kid, you did well. I'll give you an extra 2,000 star dollars as a bonus today. Young Master Wen is in a good mood and has already left. He even left a sum of money for Man Kun and Jelf. This is a miracle! Jelf is not disabled and can continue to play. Man Kun, you can be a logistician in the future. They are really counting on your welfare. Boy, you are really something. You can actually resist Young Master Wen!! From now on, you are the gold medal sparring partner of our Starfall Martial Arts Hall. Hahaha… Oh, right, do you know the details about what happened to Young Master Wen?" Chanison's loud laughter came through the phone as soon as it was connected. He was obviously in a good mood. A string of words emerged from the communicator. Mu Fan and the fatty could only stare blankly at the wall.

"Well…" said the fatty weakly.

"Well, what?! I'm asking Young Master Wen what's going on." Chanison was obviously unhappy when he heard that Lin Yumeng wanted to interrupt him, but he forgave Mu Fan for his contribution today!

"I am Harry Fuwen, Manager Chanison!" The fatty was enraged that the fatty was not allowed to speak, especially in front of Mu Fan. He felt embarrassed!

"Oh, hello, Young Master Harry. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here just now." The tone on the communicator faltered. The 180-degree change in tone was extremely natural and flattering.

"Hmm." The fatty nodded with satisfaction. "Mu Fan is my sparring partner. Am I not here because you are?"

He rebutted Manager Chani with a few dry words and hung up the call.

Then he saw the fatty's bright eyes looking at him. Mu Fan touched his nose and said unnaturally, "Well, Young Master Wen's side has been settled."

The fatty was stunned for three seconds and was about to pounce on Mu Fan's thigh. "My thigh! Let me hug you!"

"Get lost!" Mu Fan blocked the fatty's face with his palm and pushed him back.

"Your hand?"

"He's hurt. Young Master Wen's outburst was very strong. He's fine. It's actually lighter than it looks."

In the end, considering Mu Fan's current situation, the fatty forced Mu Fan into the PO Battle Network with a good reason to relax the muscles in his arms.

…

Both online!

Lemon Balloon—Location: VIP room 171 versus CC1029.

Lord Egg—Location: Recruit Training Base 341.

Lemon balloon: "Mu Fan, why did you go back to the recruit training base?"

Lord Egg: "Well, I have to practice my mecha again. You go first."

Lemon balloons: "How can we do that? How can we form a team if we hang out there every day?"

Lord Egg: "Give me five days." Mu Fan, who was sending the voice message, clenched his teeth. He had to start with the basics of mecha learning. He did not even know the theory now, and Blackie had closed his body to cooperate in combat. He did not know how to operate a mecha at all!

He had to shout "Black".

Lemon balloon: "So boring. Well, I don't expect your mecha to be very exaggerated. You are more suitable for the combat zone."

The fatty finally let Mu Fan go.

Mu Fan stood in front of the familiar metal revolving door. The system notification sounded at the same time.

"Recruit" Lord Egg "Hello, this is your Base 341 training center."

"Please choose your training program. One, solo combat training. Two, mecha pilot training."

"Mecha driving training."

The night came, and the stars hung down. This time, the ground was not made of synthetic materials, but of flat earth. Soil could be seen everywhere on the planet. The 85% simulation allowed Mu Fan to clearly feel the wind.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Suddenly, the sound of the powerful lights being turned on came from both sides and spread to the front. The sound of electric current activating was endless.

Mu Fanchu squinted at the strong light, then opened his eyes again. This was an empty and uninhabited base surrounded by walls. What appeared at the end of his vision was the white skeleton that Mu Fan had once used—the first-generation Humanoid Heavy Machine EH01!

Mu Fan could not forget the scene of the mecha he had transformed into fighting with the two assailants. He could not forget the scene of the chaotic gunshots that destroyed his cabin.

Although this white skeleton-like mecha was heavy, simple, and backward, all of this did not stop him from feeling happy as the first mecha in his life!

When the coldness of steel passed through the heat of his palm into his mind, and he felt his first mecha again, Mu Fan's excitement was indescribable.

Crack! Suddenly, there was the sound of a shutter.

Mu Fan jumped away cautiously.

"Hahaha, Mu Fan, I left a back door in the mecha combat training program. You activated my program the moment you came in, so I was lucky enough to see you touching the mecha in that wretched manner just now." Suddenly, a silver ball flew out and danced happily around Mu Fan.

Black!

Mu Fan felt helpless! He was like a ghost that would not go away. He often disappeared when he needed it, and when he did not need it, he would appear automatically. This despicable smart-brain was even more unscrupulous when it had a body in its PO system.

"You finally chose mecha combat. I'll teach you this. Mecha is your shortcoming now. You can go to the combat training other times." Mu Fan could imagine the smile on his face, but it was just a hover ball with a smile.

"Now into the cockpit!"

Mu Fan stood there for a while and did not react. Then he scratched his head and looked at the darkness. "How do I get in?"

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This mech is very old, and it is a traditional machine entry. So… go and climb up behind your legs. It is not a problem for you to be so agile." There was not a hint of embarrassment in the black electronic voice.

Mu Fan: "…"

Under the night sky illuminated by the lights, a boy lay on the back of a six-meter tall skeleton like a snail.

"Tell me how to open the door!" The young man's roar spread throughout the base.

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