Wu Zimo kept searching their team's name on the large screen for a long time. He couldn't even see Mocca's team, let alone his..
"Strange, why can I not see our performance record?"
Lyle, who was beside Wu Zimo, heard his murmur and was also baffled. With their performance, they should definitely be in the front of the list of their year's students. How could Wu Zimo not find it?
Lyle's brows furrowed and specially went over to Wu Zimo's side and turned to look in the same direction. Then, he turned back and looked at Wu Zimo with a face full of black lines.
"A' Mo, you saw incorrectly."
"Ah? Wouldn't you be looking for it in the very front?"
That's right, Wu Zimo was just that confident about their team's performance; they would absolutely come first. Something like a dark horse would really be a problem, but the Great God MO disregarded that possibility.
"You're looking at the first-years' performance records."
"...right."
"Pftt."
Not to mention Mocca and the other sentinels with their enhanced senses being so nearby, everyone knew that Wu Zimo had acted foolish again. He saw the performance results for the first-years were displayed on the large screen. In order to see the performance records for the second-years or the third-years or the fourth-years, he needed to open the next page.
Wu Zimo silently wiped his face and, with Lyle, quickly pulled up the second-years' performance records for the First Military Academy's yearly assessment on the large screen.
At this time, the large screen not only showed Wu Zimo's team, but also for the rest of the students. However, this didn't influence them.
As soon as the performance records for the second-years appeared, the first thing Wu Zimo saw was the name at the very top. The first name wasn't his, but actually Salah's.
"Salah, quickly come look, you're in first place."
Wu Zimo didn't know how the First Military Academy ordered the names, but he did know that as long as Salah was up there, all the other members of his team would follow.
Sure enough, the second name was Bit's, then came Haney, Laney, Baffil. It continued to Liz, Lyle, and then finally, Wu Zimo.
Well then, his name was at the very bottom of the team's rankings. Wu Zimo didn't have a reaction, because he was busy being excited.
"Our team is in first place!"
After Wu Zimo's name came the total number of Spider Zergs that their team had hunted, along with the average number per person.
The total number of Spider Zergs they had hunted shocked all the students of the First Military Academy who saw the numbers.
"Damn! What's going on with the second-years' first place team?!"
"535 Spider Zergs, did they cheat or were they favored by the Goddess of Fortune?"
"Could it be a system calculation error?"
All the students who saw Wu Zimo and the other's achievements were stunned, and all kinds of comments came out one after another. It wasn't odd for people to believe that the system had wrongly calculated it, because there was a difference of 435 Spider Zergs between first and second place.
This gap was simply scaring the people to death, don't you think so?!
At this moment, the team in second place for the second-years was present. In the beginning, they were confident that they would get first place amongst the second-years. Although they knew that Salah had gathered their classmates to form a little team, his team also had three ordinary people, especially those two in the logistics department.
Wu Zimo was well-known, but in these sentinels' eyes, ordinary people were ordinary people. Right now, he was an information system 'top student' who had transferred from the command department. It was funny to think about. For the people who were waiting to watch a good play, only the heavens knew whether Wu Zimo could continue to be a top student.
There were 100 Spider Zergs, and their team had ten people. Calculating from this, each member of their team had ten points. In the team's eyes, they would definitely be superior to any other team participating in the assessment.
Indeed, the total zergs killed by the the team in third place dropped to 71 Spider Zergs in a flash, with an average of seven for each member. As for the rest of the teams, most of the teams that were able to persist had an average of five points per person. At the very least, they wouldn't have to repeat the year. For those who didn't make it and had to withdraw early, they could only repeat the year.
So, Wu Zimo and his team's 535 Spider Zerg performance was truly difficult to believe.
"Eh? There's something wrong with the average score of the team in first place." It was very quickly noticed that there was a discrepancy between Wu Zimo's team's score and the total.
Under ordinary circumstances, if Wu Zimo and his nine team members killed 535 Spider Zergs, then their average score should be more than 59, but Wu Zimo and the other's current score was less than 18.
"What's the matter?" With such a difference, the present students once again suspected that there was a problem with the system's calculations.
However, they were soon distracted by another total number of Spider Zergs eliminated. By the fourth-year's side, they noticed that there were three groups, or rather, it should be said that the top three of the fourth-years were even more robust that Wu Zimo's team.
"Fuck! Did the performance records of the three teams explode?!"
"Five hundred…sixty four!"
"29 more than the first place of the second-years!"
The students on the observation deck began talking in louder and louder tones because Mocca and his teams' performance record had already frightened people beyond describing. The First Military Academy students knew how strong Mocca's group was, so of course they would also feel very wretched. They operated in three groups every time, and they would always snatch the top three positions.
It wasn't that nobody from the First Military Academy was not disdainful of Mocca and the others' actions, but that no one dared to stop them by force.
Who told the group of twenty-five to be so strong, even those ordinary people from the logistics department? After their special training with Mocca, they could really get into the mechas' command cabins. They quickly became all-around professionals.
Because of this, there were a lot of students who envied and hated Mocca, but from their second year, they could only watch Mocca use such tactics to occupy the First Military Academy's assessment's top three positions.
"Eh? There's also a problem with the average of Mocca and the teams' scores."
Everyone was shocked by Mocca and his teams' total score, and quickly became skeptical. It was only after a good while that they noticed that there was also a problem with Mocca and his teams' total scores.
There were 564 Spider Zergs, and Mocca's team had twenty-five people. On average, there should have been 22.5 per person, but it showed an average of 17 per person.
Wu Zimo and Mocca's teams' situation quickly attracted the attention of all the First Military Academy students participating in the assessment. They were all discussing their performance records.
Some of the impatient students directly went to the Director of the First Military Academy, who was in charge of the yearly assessment. The final result was that Wu Zimo and the others' numbers were all correct and there wasn't a problem. However, the Director didn't explain why the numbers were the way they were.
This answer let the students know that the data was true. However, there was absolutely a secret hidden in it. People were curious, but no matter whether they asked the Academy or the students of the event, they couldn't get an answer. It really was exciting to see this mystery of Mocca and the others.
After ensuring that their achievements were able to win the top position, Wu Zimo was satisfied.
"Hey hey hey, first place ah, there's a 500,000 star coin scholarship!"
Because the 500,000 was the total amount of the scholarship for the nine members of the team, each of them had only a bit over 50,000. But for Wu Zimo, this poor man, the money came at an opportune time!
Since they were in the top three, all others were delighted to intern at Marshal Alman's Heaven's Wrath Corps for a month, but Wu Zimo was only drooling over the scholarship. This attitude really was special. Even Mocca and his groups knew that Wu Zimo was Marshal Alman's fan.
"A' Mo, aren't you happy to be able to intern at the Marshal's Heaven's Wrath Corps?"
Wouldn't all fans be very excited to know they would meet their idol, like him? Lyle wasn't as much of a die-hard fan as Wu Zimo, but the Marshal was also his idol!
When he saw the results, Lyle was very excited, looking forward to his good luck, being able to see the Marshal for himself during the internship.
"Happy." Wu Zimo was happy to count how much money he now had with his light brain. Children without money were truly unfortunate, not daring to eat, eat, and eat.
"You're calling that happy?" The corner of Lyle's lips twitched, and he turned back to look at the top three teams of the other years. Which one of them weren't so happy that they were flushed with excitement? Their expressions could be considered tame.
"Isn't my reaction very normal?"
With a face full of confusion, Wu Zimo didn't know why Lyle would ask him such a thing. However, he still raised his hand and patted Lyle's shoulder. He spoke, deeply moved: "Of course I would be very happy to be able to go to the male god's Heavenly Wrath Corps. But Lyle, you need to know that the Marshal is everyone's, but Interstellar coins are one's own!"
"..."
It made sense. Not to mention Lyle, even Salah, Mocca, and the rest became speechless by Wu Zimo's perception.
However, looking back, this was also very reasonable!
Of course Marshal Alman, the Federation's male god, was everyone's, and the Interstellar coins in his pockets were his own! Could it be that there was someone who dared to rob him?
"Cough cough, while there are a few days left until the internship, should we go stroll around?" Wu Zimo didn't care if his friends were surprised by his words.
He had been in the Interstellar for so long, staying at the First Military Academy and crazily absorbing all kinds of knowledge the entire time. He had truly never gone out to just stroll around. Now that he had money, he could buy, buy, buy!
Lyle and the others didn't know that Wu Zimo would start to buy, buy, buy, and eat, eat, eat after he had money. They thought what Wu Zimo had said seemed reasonable. They really did need to prepare since they had a few days left before their internships at the Heaven's Wrath Corps.
Although they were going to intern at the Heaven's Wrath Corps, the Corps would normally prepare everything that they would need. However, it would be best if the person prepared his own personal items.
At the end of the First Military Academy of the Interstellar Federation's yearly assessment, the interstellar battleships sent all of the students back to the Academy. Once Wu Zimo agreed on the time and place they would meet tomorrow, he returned to the dormitories with Lyle.
Their assessment was over, but the reactions of the people of the Federation who carefully followed the First Military Academy's yearly assessment and those of the neighboring Mola Empire had only just begun.