Chapter 81 - Making Bean Curd
Qin Yue and the others’ mecha demonstration could be considered a huge success. At the very least, it was completely popular in the Military Academy. As long as you opened the Military Academy’s official website, 80% of the posts would be discussing it.
However, Qin Yue, Han Xuan, and the others could not be happy. That’s right, this demonstration had indeed caused a lot of heated discussions, but the key point was that the object of everyone’s heated discussion was not about them. On the contrary, it was just a formality. Qin Shang, on the other hand, who only appeared for a short moment, became a ray of light in everyone’s eyes!
The discussion in the Tieba Forum was not about their superb mecha techniques, nor was it about their skilled mecha operation. Instead, it was about the whole story of Qin Shang’s rejection of Yao Manwen.
There were even posts that vividly reenacted the scene at that time. There were also posts that took a different path and started guessing and analyzing Qin Shang’s identity. After all, in this day and age, there were not many men who had the courage to reject a woman like Yao Manwen, who had both good looks and excellent genes. However, the public was relieved. At the very least, it meant that the male compatriots had one less competitor, right?
Mo Chu did not have the time to pay attention to the trending posts on the internet. Looking at Roundy in front of her, who was still pouting its mouth, she could not help but sigh softly. She did not bring it to the Mecha Exhibition, and it held a grudge until now!
“Ao! Ao–” Hmph! You didn’t even bring me along when you went out to play! You left me alone at home!
Roundy’s chubby face darkened, but its watery eyes revealed a hint of grievance.
“Alright,” Mo Chu sincerely apologized. “This time, I was wrong. Next time, I’ll definitely bring you along wherever I go, alright?”
Hearing this, Roundy twisted its chubby body and turned its back to Mo Chu. It even covered its ears with its two palms as if it was saying ‘I’m very angry now. Don’t talk to me!’
Looking at its proud little appearance, Mo Chu held back the smile on her face. She stroked its head and asked gently, “Why don’t I make you your favorite crayfish?”