Million-Custom Gundam

As soon as the afternoon major class ended, Jiangcheng University's campus poured forth with bustling crowds.

With his backpack slung in one hand, Su Bai made his way unhurriedly along the tree-lined avenue toward the university student activity center. Half an hour earlier, he had received a message from the logistics manager: the oversized custom Gundam model he had commissioned from a top studio at great expense had safely arrived at the Jiang University Anime Club's activity room.

Before he even reached the activity room entrance, waves of astonished cries could be heard from down the corridor.

The previously spacious hallway was now packed solid. Not only had Anime Club members gathered there, but students from several neighboring clubs had also come out to join the spectacle. They craned their necks to peer into the Anime Club's activity room, holding up their phones to snap photos and record videos like mad.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! This is way too cool!"

"Don't push! Don't push! Let me get a full shot! The texture is insane!"

Su Bai raised a brow, parted the crowd around the edges, and stepped into the activity room.

A large open space had already been cleared in the center of the room. Several professional staff members dressed in matching black uniforms and pure white anti-static gloves were gathered around a massive object, carrying out the final installation and adjustments.

It was a Strike Freedom Gundam model over two meters tall!

The entire machine exuded the ultimate mechanical beauty. Its outer armor had been crafted from an exceptionally expensive blend of aviation-grade aluminum alloy and polymer composite materials. Its surface had undergone multiple layers of hand-applied metallic baking paint, reflecting a dazzlingly cold gleam beneath the activity room's ceiling lights.

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