A Delicate Military Academy Student's Hardcore Repairs

Song Yu transmigrated from a highly advanced civilization into the body of a frail military academy student in the combat division, with a terrible constitution. Apparently, she had just taken a month of medical leave.

With arms too weak to lift anything and shoulders too weak to carry a thing, was it still in time to switch majors?

Wait, top students in the combat division get top-tier nutritional supplements and a senior medic on call at all times?

If all she had to do was fight, she was in!

Song Yu looked at the mech-scrap yard she had inherited, which was on the verge of going under, and rolled up her sleeves.

If she lacked strength, she could make up for it with weapons.

An S-rank intelligent beast? No problem. She'd build an SSS-rank AWM and blow its head off with one shot.

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A few months later, Song Yu made it onto the top 100 of the intercollegiate league all by herself. The day she broke the simulated battlefield's scoring record, footage of her fight was streamed across the entire net.

"Where did this Song Yu come from? She's even more popular than the several geniuses from the Imperial Star!"

"Are these universities not even pretending anymore? What kind of new recruitment ad is this?"

"Next time, find a model who's strong and sturdy. That little frame of hers looks like I could make her catch a cold just by waving my hand."

On screen, the frail figure, panting after every few steps, began facing off against intelligent beasts.

The simulated battlefield footage ended. The intelligent beasts had been wiped out, and the venue, silent for a long while, erupted.

"What was all that stuff she used? It was moving so fast I could barely see it!"

"Wait, those are wings from an aircraft, and a battleship's cannons, and a pirate ship's tracking lock-on ring? No, where did that robot vacuum behind her come from?"

A year later, a saying was circulating across the interstellar net:

Song Yu broke the interstellar simulated battlefield league record by scavenging junk.

The interstellar age of scrap had officially begun.

Better to scavenge junk than go to school.

Come on, let's go scavenging.

Theme: Every field has its champions