Holding the modified scimitar again, Rong Zhao restrained his habitual instinct to communicate with the weapon, and tried a few more sets of actions according to his words.

Swinging, chopping, cutting, cutting, changing grips, and even a few empty throws in different directions and heights...... Modify the subtle number several times in the middle, until it is finally determined that it can be smooth, and there is no obstacle in the whole set of knife techniques, and this weapon is considered to be finished.

Machete: "Cool!o (*≧▽≦) ツ beauty, let's do it again!"

"Is this a new standard weapon to be assigned to the execution team?" Rong Zhao touched the handle of the knife, returned the weapon and asked casually: "Don't you use the previous military stab?"

"Hmm. Xi Xiuyuan walked back to the test bench with a scimitar, put down what he was doing, and took out a new form to rearrange and transcribe the revised number: "The executive team is not like you censors, you are individual attendance, they are in formation, these people are uneven, so of course the preparation of weapons must also be refined, and strive to ensure that even a rookie can use it easily." ”

The corners of Rong Zhao's lips were slightly hooked, and he was amused by Xi Xiuyuan's obvious dislike: "The review and adjudication department of the entire alliance, and all the bases add up, there are only four censors and seven combat units of the execution group, and the 20 people in each execution group are selected from the strong people who have experienced a hundred battles, how can there be rookies in it." ”

To put it bluntly, the real reason why Xi Xiuyuan is unhappy is actually the damage rate of weapons in the execution team.

The sixth executive group happens to be in this city, so it is logical that Xi Xiuyuan, as the head of the artifact development department of this base, is responsible for the distribution of props and standard weapons in this executive group.

Since assuming this responsibility, at least half of the monthly quota for the tasks of the Ministry of Artifacts has been reported by members of the Sixth Enforcement Team who are reporting losses and requesting to be replaced. Under the harsh premise that abilities, props, and weapons can only be completed by hand, one can imagine how much Xi Xiuyuan hates those who often add to the workload of his department......

Developing and researching new formulas is an interesting challenge for Xi Xiuyuan, but the boring repetition of a lot of things that have already been done is unbearable for him to repeat homework with low IQ.

"Tsk!" Xi Xiuyuan frowned and didn't want to mention those people anymore, so he simply skipped the topic: "By the way, if you want to wear a weapon, what type do you think is the most comfortable?"

Rong Zhao glanced at him.

The small mobile phone especially supported and supported his own Rong Zhao: "Zhao Zhao's eighteen martial arts are proficient in n(*≧▽≦*)n"

"What do you mean not answering......" Xi Xiuyuan looked up at her, and then thought for a while: "Is there no special preference?"

"I don't care. Rong Zhao's gaze swept over the new weapon that had not yet been developed on the test bench, and thought for a moment: "The alliance has decided to assign that to me?"

"It's only half likely. Xi Xiuyuan copied the changed scimitar number, put the form into the drawer, sat on the operating chair and turned around for half a circle, looking up at Rong Zhao and stating objectively: "The leader of the sixth executive team is an S-level powerhouse, if you look at it from the number alone, it is actually more likely that the alliance will hand over the new weapon to him...... Of course, the final result will depend on how well you synchronize with the weapon, and who has the better ability when you get the weapon. ”

Rong Zhao nodded in understanding: "Then you mean by asking me about my preference, do you want to help me cheat?"

"Cheating is a very inaccurate statement. Xi Xiuyuan snorted coldly, and Yan sù corrected: "I am the developer, of course, it is up to me to consider and decide what type of weapon to make, is it fair to be accommodating to his preferences?"

"That's it. The test bench was very much in favor: "The relationship between Xiu Xiu and Zhao Zhao is so good, of course it is necessary to accommodate Zhao Zhao (づ ̄3 ̄)づ"

The long whip was a little shy: "I、I'm also more willing to follow Zhao Zhao o(*°▽°*)o"

The little mobile phone taught earnestly: "Then you have to work hard to stay awake, otherwise you will die as soon as you integrate into the core, and no one will be able to give an opinion when the time comes." ”

It couldn't give an opinion, and even if it shouted to the sky, only Rong Zhao could hear it.

Rong Zhao was silent, not only to Xi Xiuyuan, but also to the little guys.

……

Rong Zhao herself didn't care who the weapon would fall into, she didn't think it was a rare honor, nor did she think that she would lose face if she lost it.

But helplessly, her family and friends are full of enthusiasm and confidence in this matter.

In addition, Xi Xiuyuan was also unhappy with the execution team, and he both openly and secretly wanted to kill the other party's majesty, so in the end, what should have been a simple matter became high-profile.

Rong Zhao felt that he simply carried the hopes of countless people.

At this moment, she wasn't just fighting for herself→_→

After coming out of Xi Xiuyuan's real room, he went to the training ground for another three hours in the chatter of the small mobile phone, among which he beat four unlucky people who entered the venue by mistake during this time period, and when Rong Zhao finally finished his exercise refreshed, and didn't decide whether to go to have a meal and come back to continue, or to do something else, he met Song Qingqing who came to visit his younger brother in a hurry in the passage.

"You're skipping class?"

With a small towel on his shoulder, his wet hair that had just been washed away, and a milk carton straw in his mouth, Rong Zhao, who looked extremely relaxed at this time, was staring seriously at Song Qingqing who shouldn't be here.

At least she shouldn't be here at this time.

Rong Zhao obviously remembered that there were two classes for this afternoon's class, and after school, counting the school's journey time to here, Song Qingqing should come over at six or seven o'clock.

Song Qingqing stopped and glared at her, feeling extremely unhappy when she saw this guy so leisurely: "You are still skipping class." ”

"I have a long-term leave slip. Rong Zhao calmly stated, paused and then added the main point: "And I can get a full score in the final exam." ”

This is really the point, if you don't have a score, you can ask for leave in vain, as long as you fail to go to school, you can't finish your studies.

"......" really wanted to beat her.

Song Qingqing took a few deep breaths and decided not to bother with her: "It was the medical team who notified me to come." ”

"Medical team?" Rong Zhao frowned: "Is it your brother's repetition of things?"

Song Qingqing sighed, and after remembering what was going on, the righteous indignation just now was gone, and only the worry about her younger brother remained.

Anyway, they are all female classmates, Song Qingqing thought about it, simply stepped forward and took Rong Zhao's arm, and took her around and walked to the medical team together. This subconscious action is somewhat looking for support, in this unfamiliar place, at least Rong Zhao's storage zài makes her feel that she is not so isolated.

"The medical team called me and said that Xiao Xuan didn't respond much to their treatment. Song Qingqing tilted her head and wanted to lean on Rong Zhao's shoulder, and then found that this girl was half a head shorter than herself, so she simply pressed her head with her face hatefully, and then continued to be melancholy with satisfaction: "So the person in charge of treatment over there said that it is best to have someone familiar with him to talk to him and stimulate Xiao Xuan's brain response, and then their grooming may be more effective." ”

Rong Zhao calmly raised his hand to remove the weight on his head, and drank the last sip of milk: "Then let's go and have a look." ”