Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

A black barrier suddenly appeared in Quan Jiuxi's palm, like ink scooped out from the abyss, but with fine golden light flowing at the edge.

The barrier was only the size of a palm at first, but it expanded at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge shield, blocking the out-of-control mecha steadily.

The surface of the barrier was covered with strange patterns, like some kind of ancient totem, exuding a soul-shaking pressure. It was clearly a hollow light and shadow, but it was harder than starship alloy.

"What, what is that?" someone screamed, with uncontrollable fear and shock in his voice.

In this age where everyone relies on technology, they have seen energy shields and mental barriers, but have never seen anything like this.

It has no energy fluctuations and no mechanical structure. It seems to be a law created out of thin air. It is so beautiful that it is breathtaking, and so dangerous that people dare not look directly at it.

A golden river of light flowed on the black curtain, like the chaos at the beginning of the universe, or like an abyss that could swallow everything. Although it was still, it made people feel that it contained the power to destroy the world.

"What a powerful feeling," the instructor's pupils shrank slightly.

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by an even more shocking sight—the out-of-control mecha crashed heavily into the black barrier.

There was no violent collision as imagined, not even a sound.

The rusty mecha seemed to have hit a hot iron. The moment it touched the barrier, the metal shell began to melt, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, like sugar cubes falling into boiling oil, turning into wisps of green smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the energy core inside dissipated silently.

But in just a few seconds, the huge mecha disappeared without a trace, leaving only a small black mark on the ground, as if it had been completely swallowed by something.

Bai Yishu, who was originally in the cockpit, was standing there intact.

She obviously hadn't reacted yet. She stared blankly at her hands, then looked up in the direction of Quan Jiuxi.

Her little face was pale, her lips were trembling, and suddenly her legs went weak and she knelt heavily on the ground, tears mixed with sweat rolling down her cheeks. I don't know if it was because of fear or something else.

Quan Jiuxi slowly withdrew his hand, and the black barrier receded like the tide, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

She stood on the shoulder of "Red Shadow", her long hair brushing against her cheeks, revealing her cold and beautiful eyes.

The sunlight fell from the dome, coating her body with a layer of gold. It was obviously a very beautiful picture, but people dared not look directly at it, as if if they looked at it for one more moment, they would be crushed by the invisible pressure.

The training hall was dead silent, with only the hum of the ventilation system echoing in the empty space.

Everyone stared at the figure standing on the mecha's shoulder in amazement, their minds going blank.

The good-for-nothing young lady who had been ridiculed for three years, the heir to the Quan family who had only beauty, now seemed like a god descending to the earth, using a power that they could not understand to easily resolve a disaster.

Her beauty is still dazzling, but no longer as delicate as a greenhouse flower. Instead, she is cold and beautiful, having been tempered by ice and drunk blood, and carries with her a power and danger that can subvert everything.

Instructor Walker opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He had been fighting for ten years and considered himself knowledgeable, but now he felt like an ignorant child. His previous contempt and disdain turned into a burning slap in the face.

Quan Jiuxi looked down at Bai Yishu lying on the ground. When he landed on the ground, his exposed ankle shone like cold jade under the white light of the training ground.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the stunned crowd. There was no emotion in her light-colored eyes, but it was like a thin layer of ice - the oil splashed from when she dismantled the joints of the mecha with her bare hands was dripping down her fingertips, forming small black stains on the ground, forming a glaring contrast with her spotless combat uniform.

"I won this test?" she repeated, with a slight upward tone at the end.

It was clearly a question, but when it came out of her mouth it sounded like a statement, with a certainty that left no room for doubt.

The students standing in the front row couldn't help but take a step back. No one dared to look directly into her eyes - those eyes were too calm, so calm that they seemed to be able to swallow up all emotions, including their shock and fear at the moment.

Instructor Walker's Adam's apple rolled twice, his metal prosthetic limbs clenched at his sides until they turned white. "Yes, you win. Since the founding of the Federal Military Academy, no one has ever been able to win in a combat assessment..."

He paused, as if he couldn't find the right words to describe the scene just now - crushing the energy core of the mecha with his bare hands, withstanding the acid spray of the simulated Zerg with his body alone, and finally jumping down on the wreckage of the mecha, brushing off his sleeves as if brushing off dust.

"As for this mecha, do I need to compensate for it?" Quan Jiuxi tilted his head, his hair falling down his shoulders, revealing a small piece of porcelain-white skin on the side of his neck.

"No, that's not necessary." Instructor Walker blurted out almost immediately.

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

She shrugged and turned to walk to the end of the line.

The originally tightly packed queue automatically split open a path like Moses parting the sea. The students lowered their heads and even breathed lightly, but they couldn't help but secretly glance at her back - although her figure was slender, she was like a sheathed sword, the edge hidden under the cloth, but still able to cut people's skin tightly.

[Sir, look how scared they are! Their faces have turned pale!]

Xiaoyi's electronic voice was filled with laughter, and a virtual projection in Quan Jiuxi's mind showed a rolling emoji: [The red-haired boy's legs were shaking!]

Quan Jiuxi didn't respond, but just kept walking.

The lights of the examination hall lengthened her shadow behind her, and she didn't raise her hand to press her temple until she walked out of the door.

Following the original owner's memory, he returned home.