The Blind Box Needed Intelligence to Back It Up

"I always feel a little unsettled when things suddenly quiet down!"

In the cafeteria, Mang Ke poked at the bacon on her tray with a fork, speaking in a rather listless tone.

Feng Xue gulped down his porridge, then said,

"I hope you won't regret saying that in a little while."

"What?" At that, Mang Ke perked up at once and looked at Feng Xue curiously. He merely shrugged.

"Why do you think an event this much like gambling still has a week-long break between rounds? It's not there to give you a vacation."

"No, I think a week is already pretty short. The machines and pilots both need time to rest." Mang Ke shook her head, but Feng Xue sighed.

"Unless they're like us, in a hurry to advance to the upper league, normal pilots only compete once every week or two. We're doing one match a day, sometimes two, so we can rack up enough points this quarter. But this week-long break once a month applies to every team in the competition!"

"So what's the break for?" Mang Ke popped the last piece of bacon into her mouth. She was intensely interested in every detail of the competition, especially after her country had messaged her last night to confirm that the Iron Armor Steel Fist project had been approved.

"Of course..."

"Of course it's to upgrade your machines!"

Old Li suddenly cut in, clapping his hands firmly.

"Finished eating? Then hurry up and let's go."

"Where are we going?" Mang Ke asked blankly. Old Li gave Feng Xue a strange look, then explained,

"To scavenge for parts, of course. I thought this guy had told you!"

"Scavenge for parts?" Mang Ke turned the phrase over in her mind before remembering what Feng Xue had told her. She didn't