Chapter 692 - 711: A Last-Minute Change to the Test, a Person Destined Not for the Mecha Department
Chapter 692: Chapter 711: A Last-Minute Change to the Test, a Person Destined Not for the Mecha Department
After Little Mao left, Principal Lao Fu accessed the Mecha Single Soldier System’s faculty portal and looked at Jiang Qiuqiu’s data.
The growth of her spiritual power was indeed astonishing.
Her visits to the Virtual Machine Room were indeed frequent; she went whenever she had time. The young lady was quite persistent.
She also frequented the Gravity Room.
It looked like she was a promising prospect.
’I’ll review her again tomorrow. If she passes, our field will have gained another young talent.’
He thought for a moment, then copied Jiang Qiuqiu’s file and saved it in his private space. And right below Jiang Qiuqiu’s file was Huo Jia’s name.
Night fell.
Feeling a little hungry, General Old Fu opened a tube of Nutrient Liquid.
’It’s almost 7 o’clock. Time to go pilot the training mecha. After that, a shower, and then I can get some sleep.’
Just as he was about to get moving, he noticed a message from an old friend on his terminal.
"Old Fu, how have you been lately?"
"Not bad," General Old Fu replied. "Why the sudden message? Is something the matter, Dean Zhu?"
"Can’t I just look up an old friend to catch up?"
"..."
Principal Lao Fu didn’t know what to say. "You? You don’t seem like the type to just ’catch up,’ do you?"
"What’s really going on? Just get to the point. You know I don’t like chitchat."
"Alright, alright. Talking to you is no fun. I just wanted to ask you for a favor—"
"Hm?"
"Tomorrow, a student in your department might request leave for about a dozen intermittent theory classes. I need you to approve it." According to the Mecha Single Soldier System’s regulations, instructors and teaching assistants could only approve short leaves—absences not exceeding two consecutive days. Anything longer required approval from higher-ups.
Jiang Qiuqiu’s request for leave for a dozen or so intermittent classes had to be approved by Old Fu.
"Approve leave? For something like this?" Principal Lao Fu asked. "Is this a junior member of your family? What’s the rush?"
"It’s not a junior relative, and it’s not for me!" A simple excuse wouldn’t fool this shrewd man. Since the matter would be public soon anyway, Zhu Tiansheng explained what had happened that afternoon.
He explained everything, including her dual-department admission, her placement in Class A, the fact that she was a natural person, and her Growth-type spiritual power.
"I’m not asking for special treatment. You know this, Principal Lao Fu. When it comes to talent, we can make special arrangements."
"She’s truly a rare talent!"
Having discovered a little genius, Zhu Tiansheng was overflowing with joy and kept singing her praises.
Principal Lao Fu came back to his senses. "This... the student you have your eye on, is her name Jiang Qiuqiu?"
"!"
"How did you know? Did she already ask for leave today?"
"Not exactly. One of my students mentioned her, said she’s very talented at piloting mechas."
"..."
"!"
"What kind of talent? Is she like Mo Si, the Imperial Blade?"
"Are you kidding me?" ’How could that be possible? In the entire Federation, there was only one Mo Si.’
"But in terms of Spirit Healing, she has talent and intuition that are no less than mine." You have to understand, Zhu Tiansheng was also one of the top figures in the Spirit Healing Department.
"She’s still obsessed with the Mecha Department right now. Just approve her leave. I need to find a way to make her fall in love with the Spiritual System and come over to my side!"
"This is a very important matter. She’s a group Healer, you know—"
"I know. I’ll approve the leave."
"Oh, and when you approve it, don’t say it was me who asked. Thanks in advance, Principal!"
’He’s certainly in a hurry.’
’Even more so than Little Mao.’
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The next morning, right after class ended, Jiang Qiuqiu was led by Teacher Mao to the exclusive office of the Mecha Department’s dean.
On the way, Teacher Mao reminded Jiang Qiuqiu, "When you go in, the dean might ask you to do something to see how you perform."
"Show him your best, you hear?"
Jiang Qiuqiu had a vague idea of what it might be about, so she nodded repeatedly.
A moment later, they arrived at the office.
"Please, come in."
"Teacher!"
"Hello, Dean," Jiang Qiuqiu greeted politely.
Principal Lao Fu glanced at the girl in front of him and had her put on a virtual helmet.
However, when Little Mao, who was standing beside Jiang Qiuqiu, heard the two words "virtual helmet," his expression changed slightly. His eyes filled with confusion, and his mouth hung open as if to ask, ’Teacher, why the last-minute change of plans?’
Old Fu glanced at him and shook his head.
’She doesn’t belong to us.’