CH 133

While the discussion of the viewers in the live broadcast room was getting more and more skewed, the attack on the mecha continued.

This one-way attack lasted until the end of the match.

By this time, the number of attacks from that mecha had reached nearly 400.

In addition to the previous 500 attacks, An Yan’s and Cheng Yi’s mecha had endured a total of 900 attacks, while the damage level of the mecha remained at 0.

The viewer was once again shocked. As soon as the match ended, they exited the live broadcast and immediately switched to the virtual net.

#Shock! A Spiritual Defence Potion could withstand 900 attacks. How unbelievable! What a shock!#

Q: What is the visual experience when a mecha moves so fast that there isn’t even a shadow? 

A: You can’t even see it. What kind of visual experience can you have? Maybe seeing the boss show his affection.

The boss is a big boss.

Q: What’s the difference between me and the big boss?

A: There is another big boss behind him. 

[Kneeling for the two big bosses who stood still for a beating, but instead of being eliminated, got 13 points]

[Even after watching the whole match, I still don’t know how many attacks that spiritual defense potion can protect against. ]

[Those sunspots who have been hacking An Yan on the virtual net, are you still there? I just want to ask, are your faces okay? Do you need an anti-inflammatory ointment?]

[The one who said that the spiritual defence potion is useless in the competition, are you still there? Here are 10 lemons for you. Take them and quickly eat them!]

…………

Everyone was happily laughing, and to their surprise, the previous netizen actually showed up.

Lemon Eater: I have bought the ten lemons. I’m going to eat them all, even if I have to cry myself to death as a way to show my sincere apologies to An Yan.

666L: The master is giving it a go! Remember to prepare tissues when you eat to wipe away your tears and saliva.

667L: Can you post a picture of the lemons you bought? I want to see if they’re big enough. If not, I can contribute ten big, sour lemons for free.

668L: Can you do a live broadcast while you eat them? I’ve never watched anyone eat ten lemons in a row before, but I think it’s going to be great.

669L: You guys are really bad. The poster is so pitiful, but you’re not comforting him? Even if you don’t, why do you still bully him like this? 

Well...since I have spoken up for you, can you send me the video of the lemon eating? Of course, it would be better if you could just turn on the live stream.

Lemon Eater: You guys are so bad.  (ㄒoㄒ)

……………..

Although this lemon eater came forward to eat lemons, the real sunspots had directly disappeared.

They were deliberately hacking An Yan when they had made those posts, but aside from that, they also felt confident that the Spiritual Defence Potion and Spiritual Sensitivity Potion An Yan had made couldn’t really be useful in the competition.

But to their surprise, things were the opposite of what they expected. Not only did these two potions work, they also played a very huge role, allowing An Yan to shine in this round of the competition and attract a lot of popularity.

If they were given another choice, they would never have made these posts on the virtual net that helped An Yan increase his popularity and fans. Absolutely not!

But things have already developed into what they are now, no matter how much regret and reluctance they were feeling. It would only backfire if they made trouble at this time, so they could only collectively shut up.

They thought that this was the end of the matter, but they were obviously too naive.

Back at the competition venue, organisers quickly announced the list of qualifiers for this round based on the match statistics.

In addition, it was announced that the third round would start two days later.

Cheng Yang’s team quickly met An Yan’s and he immediately began a long tirade: "You don’t know how hard it was for us two to win, Yan Yan! The effect of the spiritual recovery potion I made was so rubbish that we would have been eliminated if Gu Qing hadn’t handled the mech so well and carried me to the end. Can you imagine that the highest Spirit Recovery Potion I made was only a C rank! I’m crying! "

Cheng Yang finally finished the string of words, and his face was suffocating red. An Yan hurriedly comforted him, "It doesn’t matter as long as you advance smoothly. Don’t think too much about it."

Cheng Yang took a big breath and waited for his breathing to stabilise before he nodded tearfully, "Well, you’re right, but I’m now worried that the next match will also be dominated by pharmacists. I’m really bad at making potions!"

Although he also felt that this was a possibility, An Yan tried to comfort Cheng Yang, "I don’t think you need to worry too much. This round has already put the pharmacist in a very important position. The next round will not be like that."

"Really?" Cheng Yang looked at An Yan with tears in his eyes.

In fact, Cheng Yang was not worried about such things when he signed up for the competition. He was an optimist, and signing up for the competition was purely a personal interest. It didn’t matter whether he could get the championship or not, nor would it matter if he was eliminated in the first few rounds.

But after forming a team with Gu Qing, Cheng Yang’s mind slowly changed.

It wasn’t that Gu Qing showed any desire for the championship or dislike for him; on the contrary, Gu Qing’s attitude towards the competition was similar to his. He never mocked Cheng Yang’s ability to make potions and would often encourage him and praise him.

But the more this happened, the more Cheng Yang became anxious. How could he drag down such a good teammate!

If Gu Qing’s mecha control ability was similar to his potion making skills, Cheng Yang might not have been under so much pressure.  

The combination of all these factors made Cheng Yang look at the competition more seriously, and he gradually became more distressed and uneasy.

He was afraid that Gu Qing would think that he had put pressure on him and would cause further misunderstandings, so he kept his worries to himself, which in turn made his emotional state even worse.

An Yan had been busy training with Cheng Yi and Cheng Yang was preparing for the match with Gu Qing, so he hadn’t noticed this.  He realized something was wrong when he saw Cheng Yang tense up like this.

He stroked the back of Cheng Yang’s head and said soothingly, "Really, I promise."

Perhaps it was An Yan’s actions that worked, or his tone was so certain, that Cheng Yang slowly relaxed and his mood slowly stabilized, "That’s good, otherwise I wouldn’t know what to do."

Gu Qing, who was sitting on one side, wanted to speak up several times during their interaction, but did not find the right moment. He could only stay quiet and sit there with his eyes downcast.

Although Cheng Yi did not speak, his eyes fell on Gu Qing several times, and it was impossible to tell what emotions were in his deep eyes.

In order to pacify Cheng Yang, An Yan did not go back to the An family home, but went to the Chengs. He and Cheng Yang first played with the mecha model for a while before An Yan dragged him along to prepare lunch.

Cheng Yang did not want to rest at first. Although they had a day and a half to rest before the next round, Cheng Yi was in a high mental state, and he just wanted to hurry up and train.

It was only when Gu Qing said that he was a bit tired and wanted to rest that Cheng Yang gave up.

Cheng Yang’s mood finally relaxed after spending an afternoon resting. It was only then that An Yan took the time to make an inquiry, "Yang Yang, I remember you told me that you participated in this year’s Academy Mecha Competition purely for interest and didn’t care about the final result."

Cheng Yang didn’t hide his thoughts from An Yan: "I really don’t care, but I’m now teamed up with Gu Qing. I don’t want to drag him out so early."

An Yan was confused. "But didn’t you tell him about your situation before teaming up with him? Didn’t he say he didn’t care at the time? Could it be that he has changed his mind? "

"No," Cheng Yang hastily shook his head and denied, "It’s not him. He hasn’t changed his mind or mocked me. I just don’t want to drag him down."

After a pause, Cheng Yang added a little dejectedly, "I’m a little regretful that I took the initiative to team up with him. I’m worried that I’ll drag him down and get him eliminated during the third round. " 

"Don’t think like that," An Yan had little experience of comforting people. He felt anxious but couldn’t say anything effective. He could only try by saying, " Gu Qing doesn’t mind since he could team up with you in the first place. So you don’t need to put so much pressure on yourself. I think the most important thing is to enjoy the process of the competition rather than be nervous and apprehensive for fear of being eliminated. "

Cheng Yang said bitterly, "I know it should be like that, but I can’t control my emotions."

An Yan gave it some thought and finally had an idea, "Actually, I’ve been struggling with the same problem recently."

"Huh? You and my big brother are so good that you can win the championship. What is it that you need to worry about? " Cheng Yang was confused.

An Yan sighed and said, in a pretentious manner, "Your big brother said the same thing to me. I know the facts, but it is very difficult to adjust my state. I am always unsure of myself, more so when it comes to the competition. I always feel that I might not do well enough and will drag your big brother down. "