Chapter 527: NO.110: Speaking of GBN, it has to be an electronic female ghost!

NO. 110: Speaking of GBN, it has to be an electronic female ghost!

am10:14, Lin Dun Office.

Ailisuzhi performed steadily in the research lab.

Manchester Tea House set off early under Zhouri Ningjing's guidance heading home, while Meipu Bo pang had already battled Xintiao Qian for over an hour.

Of course, not counting Qian's half hour, Bo pang actually only fought for an hour.

"Qian, I think the initial print was better."

Because she was not a teammate of the horse girl team, she could not be called a teammate, so her way of addressing Qian was the same as Aomo's.

Simple and straightforward akane, just as she calls milk bath 'rice', has no other nickname suffixes.

The point is to emphasize that she felt no impatience and was not angry.

Even though she had watched Xintiao Qian repeatedly assemble and disassemble the model, regrind the gates, reinstall the electronic components, and the operator's expression had gone through 'calm, composed, tense, gritting teeth', her expression remained calm.

Fully displaying the mechanical-like endurance of the cyber horse girl.

By contrast, the woman who initially posed as a mentor to guide her in model making had instead become the utmost laggard.

Clearly, the monster figurines and models she had made by hand filled several display cabinets, yet she was completely at a loss with Gundam's mechanical model parts, directly exposing her severe bias.

If Aomo saw this scene, he could only smile wryly and shake his head, indicating it was no surprise.

After all, what Qian liked from the start was merely monsters.

Soft plastic, resin, clay.

Carving, polishing, printing.

The woman who could say 'How could a cricket-like giant robot possibly beat my monster?' had only a rudimentary grasp of robot models, roughly limited to things like Golden Ancient Bridge and Three-style Machine Dragon.

Such integrated monster models, even if they have assembly steps, are not overly complex.

Compared to Gundam models, where a stack of parts can overwhelm beginners, the two are worlds apart.

And this realization struck her deeply as soon as she opened a randomly bought Gundam model kit.

But having already laid down the words 'teaching model making', she was adamant—not choosing Suzi Laboratory's 3D printer, but spreading out her messy bed stuffed animals and sheets, then dragging Bo pang to sit on them together to start building simultaneously!

Bo pang built the Strike Freedom, while she herself built……OZ-13MS EPYON Gundam.

That is, Abian Gundam, right? —the pink‑haired JK who picked up the box, glanced at the name, then put it down, merely remembered the name for five seconds.

Hmm, five seconds.

After all, it was also the product of searching Gundam on Amazon, randomly picking a fierce‑looking image with a whip‑like tail, and immediately placing the order.

Xintiao Qian knew nothing about the Gundam IP, buying it only to serve as a teacher for Bo pang—until she opened the box, only then did she belatedly recall……

She had clearly seen it in her high school class at Heaven Gate City!

She had seen a boy bring a Gundam model to class.

Recalling it, that model looked so precise—why did she only think of it after opening the box?!

Xiao She… actually used this stuff to build models……

Although the room was being cooled by the air conditioner set to 24°, the sweat‑foreheaded Xintiao Qian glanced at the head‑down Meipu Bo pang sorting parts and reading the manual, seeing the cyber horse girl utterly focused, head not lifting.

She then realized——

There was no turning back.

Then……

……then she wrestled with the model for an hour and a half, mired in constant remakes.

Frame too tight, parts too hard, electronic components unstable, gate trimming uneven, and even assembly omissions……Compared to prior preparation, having looked up a series of beginner tips on the forum early on, Bo pang, Qian essentially stepped on most of what Bo pang had checked.

Only the decal step was textbook‑stable—after all, it was the hand that had held a hobby knife for a long time.

Frequently wasting time on gate trimming was still due to parts being broken several times, the result of using experimental repair tools several times.

…That repair tool fixes the entire plastic sheet at once, causing Miss Qian to have trimmed the gates far too many times, making them ever rougher.

She ultimately had no passion for Gundam, her grunts and frustrated cries during assembly never lacking, while Bo pang opposite remained constantly calm.

Only when Qian suddenly grabbed a broken part, rose from the bed, and ran downstairs to the lab would she glance up.

She was patient enough and stable enough.

She completed the Strike Freedom Gundam in hand within an hour, only initially asking Qian about the grip and use of those tools, which tentatively showed her status as a beginner.

From this, she could also be considered a naturally gifted model builder.

With more practice and refinement, she might even try to develop her own Gundam aesthetic (meaning modifications).

Now, although she can see that Qian is actually a beginner just like her, she is not angry.

After all, even if she had boasted, the other's willingness to join her in building models showed effort; she had already prepared in her heart to fulfill the 'deal', tonight helping Qian settle part of the homework.

Also, precisely because they were both beginners, she did not tell Qian what to do.

Recalling how master interacted with Qian, one can realize that master hardly ever directly interfered with her choices.

Bo pang emulating that attitude is undoubtedly correct, avoiding the possibility of Qian becoming flushed and explosive.

But too much time has passed.

She had already tried placing the model on the instrument, scanning and confirming, passing the game's beginner guide, yet when she turned back, Qian was still struggling with the parts.

Although not rushing the game, Qian's condition looked increasingly worse, prompting her to speak up in concern.

3D printing—many veteran model builders in figure battles would resort to this technique to save trouble, let alone the fact that the office actually has a 3D printer; theoretically, nobody should have to struggle with model assembly like this.

Part‑based assembly models have now become a carrier of a certain sense of ritual.

If one weren't a hardcore model enthusiast, there would be no need to contend so fiercely.

But craftsmen generally have a similar sense of ritual, and Qian's hand‑made model fell silent in the final half hour and has remained so to now.

Of course, by this point the nature of model building might have changed……but Bo pang was still thinking about how to persuade someone if it were master instead, when suddenly Xintiao Qian shouted 'Ah ah ah!' and snapped the model into perfect alignment!

"Finally! Fixed it!"

""She shouted like that, with a relieved smile on her face, looking at Bopang, and also at the model reader beside Bopang, "Bopang, help me pass that over.""

"... uh..." Looking at the model in the other's hand, Bopang still hesitated a bit.

But Qian had already leaned over, crawling a few steps.

She snatched the model reader and placed the Abian in her hand onto it.

Then she heard a mechanical prompt:

【errorreadfailure】/Error, read failed

That smile instantly froze.

After a few seconds of silent staring, the pink-haired girl let out a wail.

"Did the electronic components get mismatched again!

"

"That... Qian, I......" "No way! Wait for me two minutes!"

My suggestion to "let's team up and fight together" hadn't even been spoken when Bopang saw the pink-haired JK leap off the bed at astonishing speed, not even putting on her slippers, already rushing out of the room, the thumping footsteps sounding like they were headed toward the room diagonally opposite—

The room in that direction was…

"I'm back, I'm back!

"

Not even two minutes, just one minute! Or even less!

The girl had already rushed back, her face beaming with delight, obviously pleased that the thing was placed in such an obvious spot, easy to find.

And in her hand, she was holding that thing aloft.

That was a black-and-white Gunpla with dark gold accents on the corners.

Its conspicuous features were clearly the strange crystal-covered yet still slender transparent vertebra, and claw-like hands and feet.

And a fully armed modification.

More angular shoulder components, left wrist cannon, right hook claw, four waist thrusters and even a small backpack behind, plus the hammer-spear made more ferocious by serrated processing and the dark red sheathed long sword.

It displayed a pose that had already been modified.

The girls didn't care about these, and she simply pressed that heavily modified Gunpla onto the reader.

【asw-g-08 read complete】

The reader always recognizes the core skeleton.

"Good! Let's log in!"

Meeting Bopang's dazed gaze, Qian was already radiant with excitement.

And at the same time.

Somewhere in the boundless data frontier, a string of wandering data, as if having received a beacon, was drifting toward the gbn game world.

""Observer" information log, confirmed, 'orbit' index, success, begin boarding."

""Target set to: 'visualization', begin operation."