Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 450 - 225 Youshi Wan (Third Update)

Chapter 450 -225 Youshi Wan (Third Update)

The energetic Bing Su naturally had no idea that she had just brushed past the infamous “Shura” from the inner network.

Like a gale, Mu Fan had dashed in and it took a short while before Bing Su snapped out of her daze, running over only to find an empty corridor.

Where was the figure that had just been running?

Wasn’t it the delivery person?

The confused Bing Su returned to the main dojo.

Mu Fan had already appeared in the first sparring room.

This was a privilege of honor members that Lu Qingxue had told him about, which, except for lacking management rights, essentially granted benefits equal to those of the vice president.

Therefore, he naturally could enter this sparring room—a benefit reserved for them.

It was a dojo that integrated both training and sparring, equipped with four intact wooden dummies and a weapons rack with a variety of training weapons.

Of course, being the territory of the Swordsmanship Club, it primarily featured an array of swords.

In the corner of the dojo, there was a separate entrance that needed to be activated independently.

There, a Gravity Training Room was equipped, which Mu Fan had noticed upon his last visit.

He placed the helmet on the ground, then set down the twenty boxes of fried rice lined up neatly.

Mu Fan licked his lips, fearing he might not be able to resist devouring them all.

Hence, the clever Mu Fan instantly thought of an excellent method.

Warm-up with eating, eat during gravitational training, and even eat while chopping for practice!

Perfect!

Mu Fan opened a box of fried rice; although the cafeteria’s cooking was rough, it did not detract from its authentic food aroma, which was far incomparable to synthetic food.

Now, with the delicacy in front of him, Mu Fan pushed off with his hands into a handstand, suspended above the fried rice.

With a bent arm press, he nabbed a bite of rice.

Awooo~

Following a double arm support jump, Mu Fan somersaulted and landed on the ground.

With a swallow of rice that had just entered his stomach and was immediately ground to bits, that fragrance tantalized his taste buds.

He had actually forgotten to eat.

Then let’s just warm up like this! Hahaha.

Consequently, Mu Fan performed two consecutive arm-supported backflips, securing another mouthful.

Awooo~

This time, he spun in a circle, another mouthful ingested.

Awooo~

One could see Mu Fan, spurred on by food, rolling nonstop like a fire wheel throughout the room; every time he passed the box of rice, he would snack casually, and in the blink of an eye, a box was empty.

After completing a mid-air double twist and landing in a stable handstand, Mu Fan stretched his neck contentedly, finding the effect better than he had anticipated. He decided to eat half more and then seek out the Fighter Instructor!

Indeed, he shouldn’t spar on an empty stomach; he’d save the rest for later.

After all, the dojo here was free of charge.

Mu Fan counted his blessings inwardly.

Thus, with a wave of his hand, nine rice boxes were neatly aligned on the ground, opened simultaneously, and once more Mu Fan spun into a whirlwind amidst his somersaults and leaps in the dojo.

At the entrance of the Swordsmanship Club, soft chestnut hair cascaded rhythmically behind a tall beauty, and the glimpse of elegant warmth like jade revealed as she gently raised her wrist excited the two closest boys at the door: “Hello, Vice President!”

“Vice President, has Daffodil arrived?”

“Heavens, my dream goddess is actually here today; turns out the goddess likes coming in the evenings.”

Seeing the tall beauty with a faint smile on her face, Bing Su, who was intently chopping at the wooden dummies, cheered excitedly.

“Wan’er~~ I’m so happy to see you, what brings you here today?”

“I came to fetch my training clothes, good evening Susu, is Senior Sister Qingxue not around?” The gentle gaze in those clear eyes made some boys watching over here turn their heads away, embarrassed.

They couldn’t bear to defile such a lovely daffodil with their gazes.

“Sister Xue isn’t here; she must have had something to come up. After I get my clothes, keep me company during training, Wan’er,” Bing Su blinked pleadingly at Youshi Wang.

Looking at her lively friend, Youshi Wang still showed a gentle smile and shook her head. “I have to go back after I get my things. There’s some work to be handled at the student council.”

“Oh, okay, you’re probably preparing for the new student welcoming party. My dear Wan’er, you work so hard; make sure to take care of yourself,” Bing Su waved her hand reluctantly.

Youshi Wang’s beautiful smile brightened her face as she blinked in agreement. Then she pointed inside:

“I’m off then, sorry to have interrupted your training, everyone.”

After she finished speaking, Youshi Wang moved down the corridor with an impeccable, graceful stride.

“I’m so envious. The vice president’s eloquent and captivating charm, I, as a girl, am utterly smitten.”

“Isn’t that the truth? Our Swordsmanship Club’s Daffodil has such an ethereal beauty.”

“Wan’er’s stride is so elegant. I want to learn it too,” envy was clear in Bing Su’s eyes.

“Susu, you two have different styles. If you walked like that, it wouldn’t be you, and then no one would like you.”

“Stop it, don’t say that about me. I’m lovable to everyone!”

The two girls chatted and playfully wrestled amongst the laughter of those around them.

Gracefully and softly stepping forward, swaying, Youshi Wang left behind an enchanting image like a spirited woman from a painting, ultimately vanishing at the end of the corridor.

Her room was opposite to Lu Qingxue’s president office, located closer to the exit. So, as soon as Youshi Wang turned, she entered her own private room.

The items inside were arranged neatly and orderly, making the clean and tidy room environment a delight to the eyes.

The clothing cabinet was next to the corridor connected to the first duel room, so when she looked over, she noticed the red light that was on.

Someone?

Didn’t they say Sister Xue wasn’t here?

What’s going on?

The fair hand that was about to open the clothes cabinet paused, she casually drew a Soft Sword from the weapons rack. Youshi Wang’s gaze was calm as she took a few steps forward, access granted, the door opened.

Ah~~

Ah~~

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With the opening of the sealed door, a series of excited howls and the whoosh of slicing through the air came forth.

Mu Fan, who had just finished his eighth box of fried rice, couldn’t remember how many times he had tumbled.

Hearing some activity to the side, he instinctively rolled over.

Of course, as he flipped over the fried rice, he took another big bite in midair.

So Mu Fan, with a face full of fried rice, came to a sudden stop, firmly in front of Youshi Wang…

50 centimeters away.

He even chewed a few more bites subconsciously.

Youshi Wang, who had just taken her first step, froze in place.

Her chestnut hair stopped swaying as well.

Their eyes met.

Youshi Wang’s slender and tall nose wrinkled slightly, her eyes glanced over Mu Fan and swept across the room, noting the eight empty food containers and the stack of unopened boxes nearby.

Then, her lips parted softly, her voice as refreshing as orchids in a secluded valley, tenderly touching one’s heart.

“Who are you? This is the president’s private duel room.”

Mu Fan quickly chewed a few more times, finally swallowing the mouthful of rice, gazing wide-eyed at the elegant woman before him.

“I’m Mu Fan, an honorary member of the Swordsmanship Club. How did you come out?”

“Youshi Wang, vice president of the Swordsmanship Club.” The woman’s mellifluous voice remained undisturbed by Mu Fan’s coarse behavior, as charming as ever.

“Hello, you seem familiar somehow…” Mu Fan frowned, as if pondering something.

“I saw you this morning.” Youshi Wang stepped lightly, moving past Mu Fan. Her serene gaze swept across the dojo, eventually settling on Mu Fan’s sweat-streaming figure, her voice as tranquil and soothing as a gentle rain, inadvertently drifting into the heart.

“Although eating food is not forbidden in the dojo, it’s… not very nice.”