The Society Is Afraid That After the Little Transparent Person Traveled to the Interstellar, I Became the Group's Favorite

After dressing up as an orphan from a junk planet, I thought I would just survive - but the whole galaxy was chasing after me to feed me. Ling Zhao traveled through time. A twenty-six-year-old machine factory worker died suddenly while working overtime, and then opened his eyes and became an eighteen-year-old orphan on a garbage planet in the interstellar era. A fifth-class citizen, with sixty-three credits in his pocket and a piece of iron embedded in his belly. The admission notice is for the special admissions of the Seventh Federal Military Academy - to put it bluntly, it is a charity quota, and the number is made up. She wants to be stubborn. She really wants to be stubborn. She just wanted to hide in a corner, repair her mecha, and live quietly. But she fixed a G-017. In three minutes, twelve units were destroyed. The whole military academy was bombed. Then things started to go wrong. The head freshman put a steak in her bowl and said, "You're too skinny, eat this!" The mad dog from Mineral Star said to her face, "I'll protect you from now on." The noble son of the First Military Academy sent a box of limited-edition parts—she thought they were school supplies and replied, "Thank you to the school for me." The genius boy in the wheelchair wrote a whole book of transformation plans for her. The half-human, half-contaminant monster stayed in her workshop and refused to leave: "Just let me stay." People from all over the world are queuing up to pamper her. And she, Ling Zhao, was in the late stage of social fear and was naturally stuck in a corner. She couldn't hear anyone shouting when repairing the mecha. When someone fed her, she would only say "thank you" with red ears. She thought everyone was so nice to everyone. She thought this was the traditional virtue of the military academy. Until one day, four men stood in front of her at the same time, standing in a row. "... What are you doing?" She asked. They looked at her, but no one said anything. She thought for a while: "The workshop is short of staff, please schedule a shift."