Beautiful Girl Little Nuonuo

Wang Nuonuo, granddaughter of Wang Ji, chairman of Luoqi Heavy Industries on Zicui Star. Thanks to the exceptional qualities of ores from the Federation's frontier regions, coupled with Wang Ji's far-sighted leadership, Luoqi Heavy Industries had become the Fourth Administrative Region's largest supplier of specialty materials and reactive armor.

Her father was even a colonel in the Intelligence Division of the Ministry of Defense on Capital Star! It could be said that this little princess had been born with a golden key in her mouth.

At that moment, inside a magnificently furnished villa beside Tianhua Avenue on Zicui Star, Wang Nuonuo sat in the first-floor living room beneath the dazzling glow of crystal chandeliers. Pouting angrily, she squeezed the teddy bear in her hands. Curled up in the thick sofa, her fair, long legs—barely concealed by her pajamas—kicked about irritably.

"They're all liars! They promised me a pre-exam feast, promised to throw me a send-off party, promised they'd make time to go shopping with me!! In the end, Chu Chu was the only one who gave me an apple and wished that I'd find a good man when I got into college! What kind of nonsense is that? That unreliable, heartless girl was actually more dependable than my own family!! No, wait, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! That girl had bad intentions too! The exams are almost here, and she's still being so improper!"

"Hmph!" She tossed the doll into the air, kicked it away with her long, slender leg, then casually picked up a mech figurine from the coffee table. Fiddling with the petite rose-red mech in her hand, the little princess began talking to herself.

"Begonia!! Don't you think they're all awful? All they know is how to bully me! I'm already grown up, you know! I'm seventeen—almost an adult! The Federation Grand Exam is coming up, and they're still not worried at all..." She straightened the mech's arm and twisted it back and forth. Then, the well-proportioned young miss suddenly spoke in a coy voice.

"Oh dear, I think I forgot that Grandpa said I'd already been guaranteed admission..."

"But they still can't just ignore me! I don't care!" Wang Nuonuo rolled around on the sofa. She had chased all the servants away today, so she could make as much of a mess as she wanted.

Crack! She accidentally snapped off the mech's arm. Her rolling body froze, and the goddess-like silhouette on her back went stiff.

"Wuwuwu~ I'm so sad. I guess I'll go fight a match." The final sentence popped out with no logic whatsoever. Wang Nuonuo patted her cheeks, excitedly tossed aside the figurine, and sprinted toward the entertainment room on her long legs.

"PO Battle Network, this young miss's Begonia Legion is already starving for action!"

No one knew who she took after, but this youthful, pretty, well-built little beauty was full of violent impulses deep down. From unarmed combat to mech combat, she loved them all. Because she especially liked begonia flowers, she had bought seven non-mass-produced Adventure Grade female mechs in white, red, yellow... all lined up in a row, and Miss Wang had directly organized them into a seven-colored Begonia mech corps. However, under her grandfather's strict orders, those seven mechs had been gathering dust in the warehouse ever since.

So what could she do? Ever since she had first encountered the PO Battle Network at fifteen, Miss Wang Nuonuo had become completely addicted. She had now grown into a true Silver 5-Star expert! Naturally, she had also formed a seven-colored Begonia mech corps in the game, though it was from a fantasy series.

"The seventeen-year-old beautiful girl—Lady Little Nuonuo—has arrived!"

She slapped the power switch, twisted her body, and nimbly lay down inside her customized virtual pod. Her faintly visible, lovely figure was promptly hidden beneath the thick hatch.

A short, chubby female avatar with the name "Beautiful Girl Little Nuonuo" appeared in the PO Battle Network. She was far too ordinary, and amid the crowds coming and going around her, no one paid her any attention.

"Hehe, as usual, I'll randomly watch a couple of matches first."

Over the past few days of training, Mu Fan had been surprised to find that the fat guy had been especially punctual every morning. Both of them had thrown themselves into training with all they had. No one had even brought up the PO Battle Network matches that were supposed to take place in the mornings. Ever since the robber incident, the fat guy had begun attaching particular importance to his training progress. Watching Mu Fan's movements, he gritted his teeth and chopped away with his training hammer. However, he only had a 150-kilogram weight block attached... Going from collapsing after half an hour on the first day to enduring an hour at 250 kilograms now was practically a miracle in the fat guy's fitness career.

It was already the fourth day. Mu Fan seized every moment to familiarize himself with the training. He spent all day in the Gravity Room, and just last night, he had finally broken through Level 40! He had dodged all seventeen Rubber Bullets! Then, when he logged into the PO Battle Network after returning home, Black had told him in that annoyingly smug tone to go find Fighter, because there was a surprise waiting for him!

"A surprise my ass!" If Mu Fan had possessed the fat guy's vocabulary, he definitely would have spat out those words right now. Every time he went to see Fighter, he got beaten senseless. Though it seemed that the last time he had met him, the matter with Young Master Wen had interrupted them.

"Should I go see him again?" Mu Fan stroked his chin in thought.

"Mu Fan, brother... huff... I really can't do this anymore. I've reached my limit. Let me rest for a bit." The fat guy had held the same position with the one-handed training hammer for a long time now, and his sweat had soaked a patch of the floor.

"Mm, one hour and five minutes. You've said that same thing for three days. You improve every day. You're at 265 kilograms now. Keep it up, Harry!" Mu Fan yawned as he looked at the timer.

"No, I really can't..." The fat guy collapsed to the ground like a falling mountain, barely able to catch his breath. Mu Fan hurriedly helped the unusually diligent Young Master Harry back up.

"When has this young master... ever suffered like this before... huff..." The fat guy wheezed like a bellows.

"Broken Axe." Mu Fan only said two words.

"Fine, this young master will rest a while, then fight another three hundred rounds. I feel like the fat on my body has gone down..." The fat guy looked tearfully at the inner tube around his waist and let out a helpless sigh.

Mu Fan sat down and looked at the fat guy very seriously. "I really want to take the academy entrance exam, so I'm working hard now to make myself strong enough to ignore any obstacles that appear."

The fat guy couldn't resist adding, "What if the obstacle is a huge rock? Broken Axe, you know what I mean." This guy had placed his own obstacle right in front of Mu Fan.

Mu Fan thought about it, then answered just as seriously, "Then I'll flatten it." He truly meant it, but the fat guy had no idea that Mu Fan was already preparing to take action to save himself.

The fat guy never imagined that his casual joke would become reality just a few days later. But right now, he was miserably negotiating with Mu Fan. "Let's log into the PO Battle Network for a bit. I'm really exhausted. I can't take it anymore."

The fat guy had only asked out of habit and held no hope at all, yet he unexpectedly heard a heavenly response.

"Fine. I'm going to the Rookie Training Camp. You can do whatever you want. See you in an hour." Mu Fan actually nodded in agreement!

With a joyful cry, the fat guy sprang to his feet and rushed out.

Watching that nimble retreating figure, Mu Fan shook his head. He put on his Helmet as well and logged in. Today, he was going to find Fighter!

The scenery around him shifted, and Mu Fan immediately sensed that something was wrong. Only then did he notice that a Metal Short Rod was pointed at his head, less than two finger-widths away.

Every time they met, he felt just how unfathomable this instructor was. Mu Fan sighed inwardly.

"Greetings, Fighter Instructor!" Mu Fan stepped back and politely bowed toward the empty space before him.

"Mm." The familiar black silhouette solidified once more, and a tattered cloak materialized out of nowhere before him.

"Instructor, something came up before, and I kept delaying my return. I'm truly sorry." Mu Fan remembered how he had left halfway through last time and had apparently never returned since. Black had taken up all his time, and he felt deeply guilty.

"That ball told me. I know everything." The deep voice carried no emotion whatsoever.

"Instructor, you've met Black? I really need time to improve myself, but there truly isn't enough time now. Black has already mapped out a path for mech combat for me. I think that after making my choice, this may be my only way out."

"Not necessarily." The corner of the mouth beneath the gray cloak lifted.

"Huh? But if I want to win, I can only rely on mechs." Could the surprise Black mentioned be in what Fighter Instructor was about to say?

"Mechs ultimately rely on people. So today, I will teach you a skill." Fighter Instructor did not waste any words and directly gave Mu Fan his answer.

"What skill?" Mu Fan hurriedly asked.

"—Dark Breath."

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