Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 425 - 200: It Wasn’t Intentional (5th Update)

“Molten Magma Fruit, uh, I think I ate too many.”

Lu Qingxue’s jade shoulder remained under Mu Fan’s control as she asked without expression,

“And then?”

Mu Fan’s brain was somewhat in a frozen state, and he spoke as if in a daze, “Then, that, I really didn’t do it on purpose.”

Lu Qingxue calmly looked at the hand resting on her shoulder and spoke lightly, “Can you let go now?”

Only then did Mu Fan snap out of it, his hand springing away as if he had touched a red-hot branding iron.

His face was full of embarrassment!

What had he just done, holding onto Senior Sister Lu’s shoulder for, what seemed like, seventeen or eighteen seconds? Or was it twenty-seven or twenty-eight seconds…

He couldn’t quite remember.

After scanning Mu Fan for a moment, Lu Qingxue’s tone was as icy as when they first met,

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“From now on, you are an honorary member of the Swordsmanship Club.”

“Oh,” Mu Fan replied obediently, feeling as if he had done something wrong, so he had no hesitation whatsoever in accepting Lu Qingxue’s offer.

“Wait a minute.”

After that, Lu Qingxue first swept her right hand over an identifier to open an Inner Sect door, and only then did she pick up the half-torn swordsman’s clothes to cover up her bare arm.

Covering her shoulder with one hand, she disappeared into the Inner Sect, leaving Mu Fan standing there in a daze.

He really had done something outrageous just now…

Wasn’t Senior Sister Lu supposed to be as cold as ice, hard to approach?

Although her tone was as icy as ever, he hadn’t noticed any other colder actions.

Those people must be slandering; Senior Sister Lu’s temperament was really quite fine.

Also, he firmly resolved not to eat two Molten Magma Fruits at once ever again.

Right, the just-concluded match should count as his win, right? Senior Sister’s skills were impeccable, but she seemed to be at a slight disadvantage in strength compared to him.

Mu Fan’s mind was a mess as he analyzed.

But why did Lu Qingxue’s round, delicate jade shoulder keep flashing through his mind…

The young man was genuinely confused at this moment.

Fortunately, the time didn’t last long, and after a minute, Lu Qingxue reappeared in front of him, dressed in a fresh snow-white swordsman’s attire.

Mu Fan carefully observed, indeed the tear at the shoulder was gone.

But his mind wasn’t functioning well at that moment, and he asked without thinking, “What about your clothes just now?”

At that moment, Lu Qingxue was tying her hair back, and upon hearing Mu Fan’s question, there was a faint pause.

Then she replied icily, “I threw them away.”

“Oh.”

Mu Fan scratched his head; he had just seen a fleeting sign labeled ‘President’s Office’ at the Inner Sect.

That explained that this Fighting arena was mostly used by Lu Qingxue for training.

Did she throw the just-shattered Taoist robe into the President’s Office?

Mu Fan mustered up the courage because he wanted to offer to compensate, but fortunately, Senior Sister Lu was magnanimous!

“You go wash your face, and then come out with me.”

Mu Fan followed the direction Lu Qingxue’s finger pointed and saw a cleaning basin. He obediently walked over.

Thirty seconds later, the indicator light for the first battle room turned green, and the metal door opened.

They walked out one after the other, with Lu Qingxue stepping out to the rhythm, moving to the front of the training hall.

As the students couldn’t help but look at her, she began in a cool and clear voice, “This is our new member of the Swordsmanship Club, an honorary member—Mu Fan.”

With the “bloodstains” on his face already gone, Mu Fan waved at everyone with an embarrassed smile.

However, to others, this smile appeared timid.

Bing Su, who was at his side with a good figure and a ponytail, looked at Mu Fan’s shy face in surprise and said, “You’re the man who was covered in blood just now!?”

Ah?

It was then that Mu Fan realized he did seem to have some liquid on his face when he came in.

Molten Magma Fruit!

Forget about it, after some hard effort to contain it, his nosebleed had finally stopped. Thinking of this, Mu Fan glanced covertly at Lu Qingxue beside him.

Senior Sister is truly generous!

Before Mu Fan could dwell on this, there were already people on the field who were dissatisfied.

“Leader, who is he? To become an honorary member right away—our Swordsmanship Club’s honorary members are even rarer than deputy leaders, aren’t they? I’ve been a member for a year and a half and haven’t seen any honorary members!”

“Yeah, Leader, you have to tell us about his background.”

The crowd was buzzing with conversation, clearly upset at seeing Lu Qingxue treat a new male member so favorably, causing them to feel unbalanced.

Hearing the questions from the members, Lu Qingxue didn’t speak, but she glanced briefly at Mu Fan.

Her look obviously meant that he should introduce himself.

Mu Fan immediately stepped forward, raising his hand to signal.

“Hello seniors, my name is Mu Fan, and I am a new student in the Mecha Department.”

“Army Reserve specially recruited student,” Lu Qingxue coolly added.

But no one brought up the term “core student.”

Naturally, a tall and muscular boy in a corner, who had been standing with a sword, stepped forward.

“I am Ken from the Fighting Department, second year. Leader, I am not convinced. The treatment of an honorary member is almost equal to that of a deputy leader. Such a tradition is almost never set up in the Swordsmanship Club.”

The boy, his arms bandaged, stood up radiating a warrior’s resolve.

For Ken, the Sword Dao was the best method to train his character. Ever since he saw Lu Qingxue’s stunning swordsmanship for the first time, he believed it was the best way to wash away the violent aura from his body.

Thus, in the Swordsmanship Club, he usually trained in silence, honing his character and harboring admiration for Lu Qingxue.

But today, when he saw a new student suddenly become an honorary member of the Swordsmanship Club, Ken simply couldn’t accept it.

So he stood up.

“I came by special invitation.”

“Senior Sister Lu, I acknowledge your authority, but I can’t understand such treatment for a newcomer.”

Hearing Ken’s words, Lu Qingxue neither agreed nor disagreed, just looking indifferently at the crowd.

“If anyone else has objections, they can step forward.”

No one spoke, but the evasive looks of the members betrayed them.

“I understand what everyone’s thinking. So I’ll stand as the test stone. Defeat me, and there will be no further objections.”

Ken threw his broadsword heavily to his side, and a sharp sound of slicing through the air echoed in the training field.

Mu Fan turned to look at Lu Qingxue.

The Valkyrie, with her chin slightly raised, casually slapped her hand, and a sheathed long sword appeared from the weapon rack beside her, though the hilt was locked to the sheath.

“Heavy Sheath Sword, a training weapon.”

Mu Fan reached out his palm, taking the weapon and placing it horizontally beside him.

As his fingers moved, the shadow of the sword sheath flickered into view.