Reading guide:
"She Came from the Junk Planet [Interstellar]"
Jian Ting, a slave from Desolate Star, a black householder, a federally certified "first-level mental waste".
To be more precise - she doesn't even have level one.
Level zero. No threshold. The testing instrument was attached to her forehead, and it was as quiet as death.
But this "trash" climbed out of the herd on his own, stabbed the noble man in the neck, and sneaked into the federal military academy with a fake ID bought on the black market.
On the first day of school, everyone put labels on her forehead: from a garbage star, level one, purely manual operation, and a country bumpkin.
Until she got on the mecha for the first time, copied the instructor's demonstration movements exactly, and pressed the talented student with level 3 mental power to the ground and rubbed it.
The whole school exploded.
"Can one fight like this at level one???"
"Her dodge action... I've only seen it in S-class battle videos!"
"Is this a fucking scam?!"
Jian Ting patted the dust on her hands and said expressionlessly: "Garbage star Feng Shui nourishes people."
No one knows that she is not level one. She is level zero. He is the most "waste" person in the entire federation.
Photographic memory was a talent she found in the trash.
Being able to reproduce it after just one look was her ability to be whipped out.
She is ambitious, wants to be fed, wants to be a human being, and wants to stand upright and upright in this cannibalistic star with a group of people who have also been trampled into the mud.
Brothers from the cannon fodder battalion, technical house maintenance divisions, former aristocratic elites, poisonous-tongued medical soldiers, crazy enemies...
A group of people and a broken mecha fought their way from the "cannon fodder camp" at the bottom of the federation to the top of the star sea.
Federal marshal position too high? It doesn't matter, she crawls slowly.
Is the Star Devourer too scary? It doesn't matter, they seem to be more afraid of her.
The noble men said: The daughter of a slave is not worthy of breathing the air of the Commonwealth.
Jian Ting smiled, her eyebrows raised, and her eyes were filled with black wildfire:
"Okay. Then stop breathing."
——Hot-blooded group portrait × interstellar cool article. The protagonist is a self-made man with no mental power and relies entirely on his hands. Intermittent sand sculpture, continuous high burning.
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600 Words version
Jian Ting, slave of Huangxing, black household.
The fake ID bought on the black market said: Mental Power Level 1.
What is the concept of level one? To be alive, but no one cares. The tester was placed on her forehead and turned three times, showing "weak fluctuations, no training value."
Just perfect.
Unfortunately, Jian Ting forgot one thing: the battlefield does not recognize IDs.
A few days after the start of the military academy, this "first-level waste" pressed the third-level trainees against each other in the fighting arena, and manually operated the mecha to run at mental link speeds. She watched the instructor's moves and played them back exactly as they were. She even copied the opponent's leg first which leg was clearly copied.
The whole school: "... This is Level 1???"
Jian Ting said expressionlessly: "Garbage star Feng Shui nourishes people."
No one knows that she is not even at the first level. Level zero. Pure "waste". The detector couldn't read her at all.
Photographic memory? Digging it out of the trash.
Will you be able to read it once? Trained under the whip.
She doesn't want any heaven-defying bloodline, nor does she care about God's favor. She just crawled out of the swamp of Desolate Star. She wanted to eat well, wanted to be a human being, and wanted to stand and breathe the air of the Federation with a group of people who were trampled into the mud like her.
The group portraits of the military academy are all crazy in their own way. The brother picked up from the cannon fodder camp, the technical house maintenance engineer, the former aristocratic elite, the poisonous-tongued medical soldier, and the crazy old enemy who chased her and wrote half a book.
A group of people and a broken mecha fought from the "cannon fodder camp" to the top of the star sea.
The noble lord sneered: "The daughter of a slave is not worthy of standing here."
Hearing this, Jian Ting raised her eyebrows, her dark eyes burning with wildfire:
"Really? Then kneel down and I'll stand in front of you."
If others say she is not worthy, she will fight them.
Break through the cannon fodder camp, rush into the military academy, and lead a group of "scrap metal" and "miscellaneous soldiers" in the eyes of others, tearing a bloody path on the battlefield of Xinghai.
What she wants is simple: to be fed, to live on her feet, and to have others look into her eyes.
From the garbage dump of the wasteland to the federal marshal, Jian Ting risked her life to walk a road that no one dared to take.
The old nobles were waiting for her to fall, her colleagues put their lives in her hands, her opponents were staring at her from the depths of the sea of stars, and reporters asked her why she got to where she is today——
Jian Ting only raised her eyes and said five words:
"Because I don't recognize it."
From today on, remember this name.
It's time to redraw the federal star map.
Interstellar pirates? Beat. Noble sir? Beat. Star Devourer? Just do it.
"For us people, life is not valuable, but life is hard."
"The Federation says we are stepping stones. Okay. Then let them see how the stepping stones penetrate the zenith."
——Hot-blooded group portrait × interstellar cool article. Starting from scratch, no golden fingers. Intermittent sand sculpture, continuous high burning.
Main tags: Interstellar | Military Academy | Counterattack | Group Portraits | Passionate and Cool Articles
Style elements: humorous, with a knife in the smile; passionate but not sensational, with a lot of excitement; there are laughter and tears, there are comrades and old enemies; the heroine is not alone, and the group portrait shines.
Core plot: Everyone thought she was a first-level loser. Only she knew that she was not even a first-level loser. But it doesn't matter - real monsters never rely on level.
Concept: When the entire universe uses the same ruler to measure people's value, there are always people standing outside the ruler - it's not that they can't measure it, it's that your ruler is too short. Thresholds are measurable, but human probabilities are not.