Vicious Male Counterpart Isn't Competing Anymore

Chapter 72: you like him

When the spacecraft landed, the school bus of Federal University was waiting outside. A group of people got on the school bus and returned to the school in less than an hour. Sheng Heng sent Yan Hao to the door of the dormitory before returning to his dormitory.

"I'm coming back so soon, why don't you have dinner with my junior brother?" There will be more than ten minutes before the canteen is open. Cheng Wenkang thought that Sheng Heng would come back after having dinner with Yan Hao.

"He made an appointment with He Shao." Sheng Heng said.

Cheng Wenkang let out a cry and sat cross-legged on the bed: "By the way, this time the team is number one, and the reward is a melee weapon."

Sheng Heng glanced at him: "Here you are."

"Thank you Brother Heng." This is what Cheng Wenkang waited for, "When I was in the barren star, I watched you manipulate the black soul to kill the Quartet in the swarm. I wish I could also have a melee weapon that could rush in with you. Fighting. Sure enough, fighting is more passionate in close combat."

"Although close combat is passionate, skill is more important." Sheng Heng reminded.

"I know, I will practice hard. I will take a bath first." Cheng Wenkang responded with a smile, turned his head into the bathroom with his clothes, and soon there was the sound of water.

Sheng Heng continued to pack his own things, and halfway through the pack, the optical brain terminal suddenly vibrated, prompting that there was a communication entry.

"Mom?" Sheng Heng quickly connected to the communication, and a palm-sized virtual image popped up on the terminal. It was Sheng Heng's mother.

"Sheng Heng, the assessment is over?" Sheng's mother gently looked at Sheng Heng outside the video.

"Well, just returned to school." Sheng Heng nodded.

"Let me see your hand?" Sheng's mother said suddenly.

Sheng Heng was stunned, and glanced at his mother, but still sent his right palm to the screen.

"You really converted the Black Soul into a mimic mecha?" Sheng Heng's hands were white and slender, without a trace of scars. Not to mention that he has just finished a seven-day actual combat assessment, even in daily training, his hands shouldn't be. So healthy.

"Is everything passed to you?" Sheng Heng guessed his mother's intentions when his mother asked to look at his hands. This time, it was revealed that the Black Soul was a mimic mecha, and it would be a matter of time before it would spread out.

"You kid, why don't you tell me about such an important thing, and let me hear the news from others." Mother Sheng complained a little bit.

"I wanted to tell you when this assessment is over, but you know first." Although the Black Soul was converted into a mimic mecha, it is not clear how powerful Sheng Heng is, so he wants to After this assessment is over, and after testing the strength of the black soul, I will talk to the family.

"Why was the Black Soul suddenly modified into a mimic mecha? Who helped you modify it?" This is the issue that Sheng's mother cares about.

"My... partner." Before catching up, let's be a partner first.

"Partner? Did you partner with the armor maker?" Mother Sheng looked surprised.

After Sheng Heng injured his hand, the family actually no longer agreed with him as a mecha fighter. When he was very young, Sheng's mother planned a new path for her son, and wanted Sheng Heng to inherit the company she ran when she grew up. . However, Sheng Heng still prefers mechas. Even if his hand is injured, his fingers will be red, swollen and trembling after practice, and the pain is unbearable. He has to soak the medicine almost every day to fall asleep. But every time as long as his hand recovers, Sheng Heng will continue to practice. After ten years of doing this, he endured the pain and spent much less time than others. On his own, he was admitted to the Mecha Department of Federal University.