The real reason is that they are waiting for Ji Xinghe to make a statement.

Since it is a selection, there must be an examiner who needs to select 211 mecha Xinghe Mecha Independent Corps, but there is one examiner, Su Chuanyun.
Shouldn’t the nine ace mecha of the Xinghe team be sent out except Ji Xinghe and then assessed at the same time to save time?
In addition to Qin Tong, Harris, Blind, Lame, and Su Chuanyun, the Star River Team of Vulture Mountain World War I has four people who have got one hundred gold stars, namely Andre, Left Hand, Deaf and Lame.
The first generation members of this Xinghe squad were promoted to ace mecha.
So the Milky Way team expanded the Milky Way mecha independent corps naturally worthy of being enthusiastically sought after by all people.
What is even more surprising is that Ji Xinghe has never said what it is to pass the selection criteria, which makes people take turns to challenge Su Chuanyun.
"Su Chuan clouds up"
"yes"
When the sideline Ji Xinghe was indifferent, he was knocked down by the training ground. Su Chuanyun gritted his teeth and got up, straightened up and roared out.
"one"
Line up and walk into the training ground. A mecha looks at Su Chuanyun’s expression. This expression can’t bear to be seen everywhere around the training ground.
They all witnessed Su Chuanyun being knocked down again and again, and then Ji Xinghe ordered him to get up again and again to continue fighting.
From the first 35 victories to the second 50, he was knocked down 29 times in World War II.
Everyone knows that Su Chuanyun, the fifth ace mecha of Xinghe Mecha Independent Corps, can’t play, but his physical fitness has reached its limit.
But Ji Xinghe also let him get up and continue to fight.
People are a little distressed at the same time, and finally feel the stern side of Ji Xinghe, the old father of the 300,000 mecha in the Federation, like all fathers.
"What’s your look?"
Su Chuanyun mecha face suddenly appeared before him some ferocious smile.
"Look down on me?"
"Come on, hit me"
"Why don’t you do it?"
"Sergeant, that’s an order."
Words are said to this love Su Chuanyun young mecha had to.
It’s the rank of sergeant, the federal third-class mecha, and it takes three punches and two feet to put down a school rank ace mecha, but his heart is not proud at all.
It’s even humiliating because it’s not honorable.
"Su Chuan clouds up"
Ji Xinghe’s indifference sounded again, which made people feel a little tight and then suddenly heated up.
Because Su Chuanyun really got up, he regained his stability and his back was straight and roared out again.
"one"
One to three punches and two feet Su Chuanyun fell to the ground
"Su Chuan clouds up"
"Yes!"
"Su Chuan clouds up"
"Yes!"
"Su Chuan clouds up"
"Yes!"
“……”
"Su Chuan clouds up"
"Yes!"
This time Su Chuanyun failed to get up. He got up and fell again.
Also, the mecha who just defeated him in front of him tried to help him but was stopped by Ji Xinghe.
"Don’t touch him."
Mecha soldiers paused and stretched out their hands to stop moving forward. They kept such a gesture of consternation and looked at Ji Xinghe, who was heading for the training ground, and then saluted at attention.
After Ji Xinghe saluted and responded, Su Chuanyun was silently watching Su Chuanyun who was trying to get up but fell down again.
Time and again, Su Chuanyun finally got up slowly, and his body slowly stretched straight and slowly looked at Ji Xinghe in front of him.
He didn’t have the strength to wipe the sweat, his eyes were stung and his vision was blurred, but he recognized the man in front of him at a glance.
The out-of-control facial expression once again burst into a smile, but it seems a bit ugly to control your facial muscles in this smile.
In fact, Su Chuanyun is not ugly at all.
"head of the regiment"
Breathing heavily, he tried his best to calm down his breathing rhythm, and everyone seemed to have exhausted his physical strength and issued a Hongliang sound.
"Is one you?"
Ji Xinghe’s expression was calm and even more indifferent. He asked, "Can you still fight?"
"yes!"
"Hit me"
"Yes!"
Su Chuanyun did not hesitate to punch Ji Xinghe.
But his fist has never been "hesitant", like a slow motion and like a snail trying to climb the tower of Babel.
No one will worry about Ji Xinghe. They can all see that Su Chuanyun’s fist is so soft that he can’t even hit Ji Rongxinyue.
But this punch hit.
In the middle of the chest, this punch, Ji Xinghe, did not move. Su Chuanyun tried to keep his fist printed and Ji Xinghe’s chest posture trembled.
Then he closed his fist and punched again.