The First Analyst of the Interstellar Era

After traveling to the interstellar era for three months, Chen Sui became a student at Interstellar Academy Seven. When the Interstellar League competition opens, Chen Sui participates as the school team’s analyst. Hot discussion on StarNet: Interstellar Academy Seven, a direct military academy ranked last, poverty is its foundation, simplicity is its academic style. Among the competing players: the assault specialist is a rejected inferior spirit body from the Gu family, the agility attacker is frivolous and unreliable, the infantry soldier is stubborn and brainless, the commander’s spirit body is half-crippled from forcibly entering an energy field, And the analyst is still a newcomer, crash-trained in three months, originating as an interstellar vagrant, looking like one punch would knock them down. Everyone thinks—Academy Seven is a free win. Just waiting to be removed from the list of seven direct military academies. However, when the official league competition begins, Invisible slaps land one after another, making the arrogant netizens’ faces sting with each impact. The rebellious rejected spirit body ignites a prairie fire, frightening the heir of the main family until their face turns pale. The unreliable agility attacker comes and goes without a trace, hidden thunder becomes the most dangerous blade in the night battlefield. The seemingly foolish infantry soldier takes 100% of the damage, defense solid as iron, one man guarding the pass that ten thousand cannot break. The half-disabled commander stirs up heaven and earth from the seabed, stealing the sky and replacing the day, freezing thousands of miles, flooding mountains of gold. The loudest slap comes from the most heavily criticized crash-trained newcomer analyst. Her mecha moves like the wind, her guns and cannons never miss, a long spear making people back away in fear, The spirit body mocked as useless suddenly blocks out the sky, tree canopies like a vast net, Sharp branch tips penetrate all energy bodies within ten miles of the deep forest maze, root systems draining their bodies. Expensive energy crystals scatter all over the ground. The pampered elites praised by StarNet, Tremblingly fix their gazes on the green mecha wielding the long spear, Standing with perfect posture, holding their breath, Not daring to offend at all. Only Academy Seven’s commander, with slender fingers picking up the energy crystals one by one: “Our analyst has a very good temper, don’t be afraid.” Netizens: I know I was wrong to criticize, I’ll slap myself, but looking at her like this, does she really have a good temper? Other military academy students: I feel like she’ll whip me the next second, it’s hard not to be afraid