Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

"Wh-what?" The fat guy suddenly became a bit stuttery; he was sure he wasn't stupid and didn't hear it wrong.

Mu Fan earnestly repeated in front of the fat guy again, "That move, I think I can do it too."

After speaking, Mu Fan stood up and walked toward the training field under the fat guy's watchful gaze.

He stood firm, his body like wood, lifted his right leg, suddenly lowered it, his left leg shot forward at high speed, and then his whole body twisted in violation of the laws of physics. During a nearly reverse twist of his waist, his right leg sliced through the night sky like a bolt of lightning. Before the afterimages completely dissipated, the fat guy only felt the ground nearly shaking, like it was stomped by an ancient mammoth. By the time the soundwave reached his brain, he was still staring dumbfounded at the shattered wooden stake that had been kicked, his jaw not yet closed.

After a brief silence, "Ah!!~~ Expert, please take me as your disciple!!" The fat guy suddenly burst out with strength completely inconsistent with his body, sprang from the ground like a cannonball toward Mu Fan. While Mu Fan was wondering whether to use his palm or foot to stop the fat guy's momentum, the fat guy was already two meters away from Mu Fan, then slid forward like a collapsing mountain, kneeling and skidding toward Mu Fan's legs, grabbing them! He lifted his head and wailed loudly.

"This can't be real, I can't believe I saw that move from the video, Big Brother! Please take me as your disciple!" The fat guy, who had never been exposed to violence in his life, saw this move appear before him. If he hadn't just watched the "Sky Communication" with this kid, he would have thought he was Dark Right Foot.

"I encountered an expert today, I must behave well." The fat guy no longer cared about anything else, focusing entirely on holding Mu Fan's leg, not minding Mu Fan's slightly twitching facial muscles.

He still owes me 500 tips… he still owes me 500 tips… Mu Fan tried hard not to kick the fat guy who had just knelt down flying, and silently recited the most alluring number in his heart.

"Expert, please take me as your disciple!" This time, the fat guy didn't wail again.

When he saw Mu Fan's cold gaze looking at his hands clutching his thigh, the fat guy couldn't help but instinctively retract his hand. However, before Mu Fan could pull back his foot, he clutched Mu Fan's trouser leg again, as if letting go would make him fly away.

"Why do you say that?" Mu Fan didn't realize how much his previous actions had shocked the well-informed fat guy.

"Brother, do you really not know that move is something humans can do? If you keep playing dumb, I'll believe it." The fat guy remarked secretly in his heart while looking at Mu Fan with flattery and said, "That move can be done, anyway, I've never seen it before. Expert, please take me as your disciple; I'll definitely be obedient."

"Not interested," Mu Fan gently pulled back his leg.

"Expert, God!! Please take me as your disciple; I'm very diligent." The fat guy started to panic upon seeing Mu Fan's disinterest. He was afraid the expert might leave without satisfaction.

"We can go to Battle Net together; absolutely we can become famous." The fat guy saw Mu Fan was still barely interested and was anxious. He wailed directly, "Teacher, Teacher, please take me as your disciple; I won't want an allowance anymore, I'll give it all to Teacher as tuition!"

Mu Fan's ears perked up straight, "Tuition? You still owe me 500 tips, don't think of getting away with it." He thought this scheming fat guy wanted to turn his tips into tuition and felt a bit angry.

"Give it, give it all, and additional for tuition."

"How much?" Mu Fan reacted extraordinarily sensitively, then hesitated and rubbed his nose, "But I have nothing to teach you; I didn't actually know those moves, I just learned from that video." Mu Fan was usually honest, and despite the tuition sounding quite tempting, he truthfully told this fat guy before him.

"Doesn't matter, doesn't matter! I can't learn that move even if you teach me." The fat guy shook his head like a rattle, he didn't even consider it.

"Expert, no, God Teacher, play Battle Net with me." Sincerely looking at Mu Fan, the fat guy thought, under the special training of this expert, in a few days, I could make everyone in the class gape, dare they laugh at me, the fat guy was already plotting in his heart.

"But.. I don't know how to play Battle Net." Mu Fan was even more confused.

"No worries, I'll teach you!"

"I don't have tuition."

"I'll pay the tuition for you, God Teacher, just accompany me." The fat guy answered twice in succession; he saw for sure that this was an expert hiding his talent, whom he luckily stumbled upon. He must hold onto this leg; this kind of opportunity was sought after but never found, thanks to Dad and Uncle Wu.

"Well, never mind." Mu Fan hesitated for a moment but still refused. Right now, the primary task was making money; there wasn't much time to think about other things.

"What's wrong, God!" The fat guy was really on the verge of tears; his chance of Mecha breaking through the silver one-star chasm depended on this silent expert in front of him.

"I still need to work and make money; I am quite satisfied with this job." Mu Fan recalled the free nutritious meals from the cafeteria and was quite satisfied.

"How much is your daily wage?" The fat guy stood up and asked.

"500 Star Coins, with tips all kept by myself." Mu Fan answered truthfully.

"Expert, I'll be coming here for the next half month. I'll get a VIP package soon, appoint you as a sparring partner, and I'll pay you an extra 1000 Star Coins as a tip every day, and you accompany me to Battle Net, deal?" The fat guy, after thinking for a moment, formally said to Mu Fan.

"Alright." Mu Fan agreed straightforwardly, such money would be a shame not to earn.

"Tomorrow I'll bring a Light Computer for you, as a gift for acknowledging a master." The fat guy knew Mu Fan's difficulties and voluntarily offered.

"No need, I'll buy it myself." Mu Fan wouldn't accept a gift from others for no reason.

"Don't rush to refuse, you can pay me back when you have money in the future. You need it to enter Battle Net, and you can log in from home with the Light Computer." The fat guy thoughtfully considered.

"Then, fine, I won't take tips. Just consider it paying back, however much the Light Computer costs, I'll make up for it afterward." Mu Fan hesitated for a moment and then said decisively.

"Don't—well, alright, pay me back when you have money." The fat guy opened his mouth wanting to say no but stopped when he saw the determination in Mu Fan's eyes.

Can someone who can perform Diamond five-star Fighting experts' moves be an ordinary person? Fat Brother, I have a discerning eye. Heh, this is my secret weapon. After half a month, I'll make all of you drop your jaws. Laugh at Brother fat, laugh at my "Lemon Balloon," this time Brother has help, just wait.

"Also, I'm called Mu Fan; no need to call me anything else." Mu Fan couldn't read others' minds, but his innate sensitivity allowed him to see the sincerity in the fat guy's eyes. This fat guy didn't have the annoying posturing of rich people, no self-importance, no mocking or disdainful looks when viewing him.

Young Master Harry was slightly dazed when he saw Mu Fan saying this to him, because due to his body shape issues, he always felt inferior, often indulging in the virtual world, and his social circle shrank, almost becoming a recluse. However, now there was a surge of excitement in his eyes, "I, I'm called Harry, expert… no, Mu Fan, hello."

The fat guy nervously stretched out his right hand...

Mu Fan lightly punched the palm.

The two teenagers, their figures were frozen in that moment, with an ambition sprouting in the fat guy's heart, be it for the future, or friendship, or dreams!