[Interstellar Military Academy + Mecha + CP + cool article + micro group portrait + relaxed and funny + micro team + slap in the face]
In the Federal Military Academy Entrance Test, her mental strength rating was F-level, placing her at the bottom of the competition.
The instructor shook his head, feeling disgusted by her classmates. The team leader who drew lots for her wanted to drop out on the spot.
No one knows——
She was the crazy woman who tore apart the third-order star beast with her bare hands on the garbage planet.
The "ghost" that the All-Interstellar Pharmacists Association offered a huge reward for seeing was her.
It was she who was the anonymous armor-changer that the five great forging masters begged to take on as their disciples.
She just wanted to lie down and sleep until graduation.
It just so happens that some people don't have eyesight.
The S-class genius was humiliated in public, she yawned and kicked the opponent's mecha shield to pieces.
The six-school league threatened to kill her, but she won the championship and bargained on the spot because she thought the bonus was too small.
The young marshal who made the entire federation tremble stared at her F-class badge in silence for a long time.
"... How long do you plan to keep pretending?"
She held the energy bar in her mouth, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Why are you pretending? I'm such a loser."
But every time she blinked, a layer of her waistcoat was shattered on the hot searches on All Star Network.
