My Lolita's Black Technology

Chapter 23 Toys and Dark Cuisine

(It's about to get stronger, let's recommend a wave from my friends...it's a bit miserable)
Chen Youlong's Iron Martial Artist is not so much a robot as a shrunken chariot.

The appearance of the chassis is very thick, and even the axles are tightly wrapped by dense metal materials. The action modules are set on both sides of the body, which are two cylindrical, retractable metal rods.

It is black and thick, and is connected by a mechanism. When it is activated, the two rods can be shot out instantly, forming a certain impact force, and hitting the enemy's body.

Ideally, use this impact to knock your opponent down.

Of course, this is only an ideal situation, because when Chen Youlong excitedly held his Iron Martial Daoist and played against Lin Tingting's Seraph, his face was not very good-looking.

Let the steel martial artist hit the metal rod on Seraph's body at the ejection speed of 5 times per minute. The continuous impact for [-] minutes made Seraph retreat continuously according to the inertia, but the knockdown effect he wanted was still not there. achieve.

"This is unscientific..." Chen Youlong felt a little helpless. Although he knew in his heart that there must be a gap between the body he made and Lin Tingting's results, the result still made him somewhat unacceptable.

"Can I do it now?" Lin Tingting yawned, lazily holding the wireless manipulator in her hand.

It is said that there are only exhausted oxen, but no plowed land.

Iron Martial Daoist was exhausted from shooting, while Seraph was still full of motivation. The moment Lin Tingting raised her spirits, she finally sounded the horn of counterattack.

At a speed that almost made Chen Youlong dumbfounded, Seraphim turned into a white light, using his body as a weapon, and charged at the Iron Martial Artist. The inclined design of the lower ground turned this huge momentum into an upward momentum. thrust.

Vigorously push it down and overturn it!
The Iron Martial Arts Martial Artist fell to the ground, only the axle of the low plate was still idling.

Just like that, Chen Youlong was defeated in the blink of an eye.

"This... how is it possible..." Chen Youlong stood there in a daze, completely defeated, and had no strength to fight back.

Zhao Luo picked up the overturned body of Chen Youlong and weighed it in his hands. "The mass is about five kilograms, more than twice that of the Seraphim. The key point of your body is the mass. The overweight mass makes the stability very good, and it will have a good defense ability when resisting some light impacts."

"But the strength of the impact is not only related to the mass, but also to the square of the speed...more closely related. Excessive mass will make the whole body bulky and difficult to control, which will greatly reduce the speed and flexibility."

"Major changes are no longer possible. You can try to increase the impact frequency of the two metal rods in the motion system, and set the impact direction to an inclination angle. This may be better."

Zhao Luo handed Iron Martial Daoist to Chen Youlong's hands, and the latter looked confused again, his expression changed when he saw Zhao Luo. "Zhao Luo... is this still you?"

Zhao Luo has always existed in the minds of his classmates as a poor student, but what Zhao Luo said now not only surprised Chen Youlong.

Talking a lot, the idea is very important, there is no problem with this, the problem is that it is not normal to say it from Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo also seemed to be aware of this problem, and smiled awkwardly. He is a member of the team and kindly wanted to help him improve the performance of the body, but it seemed to arouse suspicion.

"It was I who saw the problem with your body and told Zhao Luo the shortcomings of your body." Lin Tingting on the side said, sort of rescuing Zhao Luo.

And Chen Youlong smiled and patted Zhao Luo on the shoulder. "Haha, I just said, why are you so aggressive all of a sudden? It turns out that you borrowed Lin Tingting's pressure to pretend... Ah! I was wrong!"

Like his body, Chen Youlong was also overturned on the ground.

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"Zhao Luo, isn't your body ready yet?"

Group 38 always discusses this issue during their daily school meetings. Now the bodies of Lin Tingting and Chen Youlong are ready, only Zhao Luo has not seen the entity yet.

Of course, Grandma is also a member of Group 38, but no one cares whether she will produce a qualified body.

My aunt doesn't care what other people are like, as long as her mouth is not idle, she will be satisfied if she has something to eat.

There are still eight days before the Robot Contest. Group 38 can be said to be lame from birth, with a little girl with a big fart, and Zhao Luo, a false poor student.

People in other groups dream of being assigned to a 38-group match in the first round, which is not much different from a bye, and they can practice their hands and abuse their dishes, which is naturally comfortable.

Chen Youlong also didn't expect much from Zhao Luo, as long as Lin Tingting hugged her thigh, looking at that seraphim, it was like a fortress, he was convinced by the beating, but Zhao Luo should do something, even if it was to buy a The remote control toys on the street stalls make up the numbers, and they can be used as cannon fodder... It's also good.

……

"Um... You really bought a toy..." Chen Youlong saw Zhao Luo's body... a very cool... Gundam in Zhao Luo's rental house.

"I don't play with this kind of toy anymore in high school... Where did you get it?" Chen Youlong put Zhao Luo's Gundam back to its original place, and smiled embarrassingly.

Sure enough, this time the robot competition was a battle between him and Lin Tingting against the leader.

Zhao Luo... could only win by lying behind his powerful Iron Martial Daoist.

"I did make this, I didn't buy it." Zhao Luo wanted to explain something, but after thinking about it, he gave up. Indeed... the Gundam shape of the holy sword is just a toy in the eyes of normal people, even if it can be moved by remote control, it is also High-end toys are too different in appearance from other mechas.

As a result, the performance is definitely not up to normal standards.

Seeing Zhao Luo's body, Chen Youlong gave up on Zhao Luo completely without any hope. At this time, my aunt happily brought a pot of vegetables from the kitchen and put it on the table.

"It's time to eat. This is the winter melon pork rib soup that Ala made after looking at the recipe..."

After moving to a rental house and having a kitchen.

My aunt also developed a second hobby, researching black technology in food, but in Zhao Luo's opinion, it is more appropriate to describe it as dark cuisine.

After trying the instant noodles with contraceptive pills, Zhao Luo never dared to eat the things made by her aunt again. What came out... poured out...

This time is no exception.

The exception is that there is another melon eater who doesn't know the truth, who is also here. Hearing that Zhao Luo is going to pour out the winter melon ribs soup, he hurriedly stops it.

"The dishes that my little sister has worked so hard to cook can be poured anyway?"

"That's right!" My aunt also nodded.

Zhao Luo was unmoved. "Don't pour it out...do you eat?"

Zhao Luo gave Chen Youlong a white look.

"Then what can't be eaten... I like ribs the most. Even if they are not cooked well, they can still be eaten with the smell of meat."

"Okay...you eat..." Zhao Luo made a gesture of invitation.

And Chen Youlong sat in front of the wax gourd pork rib soup, lifted the lid on the basin, and looked inside, his expression suddenly became abnormal.

Inside the pot, there were a few lumps of flesh protruding from the dark soup, and the color of the whole soup seemed to be in the shape of a skull, with sticky lumps bubbling from the mouth. Bubbles...as if speaking to Chen Youlong with a strange tone...

eat me...quick...eat...me...

"Forehead……"

(End of this chapter)