Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

When the cold light of the light screen suddenly exploded in front of Pei Jin's eyes, he had just finished communicating with the logistics department on the arms inventory.

The main brain on the wrist vibrated slightly, projecting a blue light screen.

When Pei Jin lowered his head, the light screen automatically unfolded - Tang Wan's image was suspended in mid-air, the shoulder straps of the military marshal's uniform glowed coldly under the blue light, but the corners of her tightly pursed lips were trembling slightly, which made Pei Jin's heart sink suddenly.

This female marshal, who once detonated an energy core with her bare hands during a Zerg siege, has not made such a gaffe in ten years.

"Teacher." Pei Jin raised his hand and adjusted the angle of the light screen to avoid his eyes.

The cockpit still lingered with the residual heat of the mecha's engine, and the sweat on the back of the combat suit had dried, feeling a little tight against the skin.

"Xiao Jin," Tang Wan's voice was lower than usual, "There's something... I might need to trouble you."

Pei Jin sat slightly straighter.

Tang Wan was his conductor teacher when he was young. He had always respected this elder who was both his teacher and his mother.

Tang Wan on the light screen took a deep breath. In the background, there was a faint sound of utensils colliding, as if in a biological laboratory.

"My daughter, Jiuxi, has had some problems. I want to... let her stay in your army for a while."

Pei Jin's brows furrowed instantly.

The coldness of the metal joystick spread up from his fingertips, and the scene of the celebration party immediately emerged in his mind - the girl in the pink princess dress was standing on tiptoe to grab the strawberry cake from the child at the next table. When she was scolded by the parents, she wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, turned around and hid behind Tang Wan, revealing half of her face and secretly making faces.

That pampered and lively appearance is completely different from the smoke, sweat, and alarms that may sound at any time in the army.

"Teacher," his voice deepened, "our army is not a sanatorium. Every day's weighted running, mecha combat, simulated Zerg raids... all involve fighting with blood and flesh. Jiuxi..."

"I know, I know everything." Tang Wan interrupted him hurriedly. The image on the screen shook, as if she raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows.

"But she has some problems, and I really don't feel comfortable leaving her with anyone other than you."

The mainframe suddenly notified him of the receipt of a new file. Pei Jin clicked on the video with the red encryption symbol, and the screen instantly switched to the following image:

Pei Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingertips pinched into his palm unconsciously.

This wasn't a genetic mutation, nor was it an ordinary energy awakening. The power that could melt metal and rip the laws of physics apart at will carried a... heart-pounding primitiveness and brutality.

"Xiao Jin," Tang Wan's voice sounded again, "I know this is very difficult for you, but the teacher really has no choice. I can only be with you in an environment that requires absolute self-discipline."

Pei Jin looked at Quan Jiuxi's face on the screen in silence.

"Teacher," Pei Jin finally spoke, his voice calmer than before, but with an unquestionable firmness, "I agree."

Tang Wan on the screen suddenly looked up, her eyes instantly filled with light: "Really?"

"Yeah." Pei Jin nodded, his fingertips quickly operated on the main computer, calling up the troops' work and rest schedule.

"Have her prepare a change of clothes and identification. She doesn't need to bring any electronic devices. The troops have uniformly issued communicators. Bring her to the base to see me whenever it's convenient for you."

"Okay, okay, I'll take her there tomorrow!" Tang Wan's voice was filled with excitement after surviving a disaster. She hurriedly said "Thank you, Xiao Jin" and hung up the phone.

The moment the screen disappeared, the cockpit fell silent again. Pei Jin leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, but the scene in the video kept replaying in his mind.

My heart was beating hard in my chest.

Outside the cockpit, the night sky of the main star was completely dark. The recruits on the training ground were still conducting night combat training. The shouts of killing came through the alloy cabin wall, carrying the passion and recklessness unique to young people.

He picked up the communicator and dialed the number of Su Wan from the logistics department.

"Major General?" Su Wan's voice was hazy, as if she had just woken up. The hum of the centrifuge could be heard in the background. "Is there something wrong so late?"

"Prepare the highest-level energy suppression equipment tomorrow, and..." Pei Jin paused, his eyes falling on Quan Jiuxi's photo on the screen, "Prepare a set of combat uniforms for a 19-year-old female, in a standard size."

"Ah?" Su Wan's voice suddenly became clear. "Who is it for?"

Pei Jin didn't explain, but simply said, "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, have the medical team and the equipment department stand by outside the training ground."

After hanging up, he restarted the Silver Falcon mech's optical system. The mech's camera slowly panned, sweeping across the silent training grounds, past the illuminated medical station, and finally settling on the distant window of the dormitory, which was about to be cleared.

On the other side, Quan Jiuxi also received Tang Wan's message. He was originally lazy, but when he heard the word Pei Jin, he sat up and immediately agreed.

. . .

The automatic identification system at the entrance to the military zone emitted a slight hum. As the metal gate slowly slid open, Quan Jiuxi looked up at the towering alloy gate. The silver falcon emblem on the lintel shone coldly in the morning light, and the jagged lines on the edge were so sharp that they seemed to be able to cut through the star wind.

"We're finally meeting, Pei Jin." She tugged at the brim of her gray hooded sweatshirt, trying to hide the eager light in her eyes.

The silver ring at the end of the hat string brushed against my chin, bringing a slight cool itch.

As soon as the prompt tone of the successful voice message was heard, a neat shout came from the direction of the training ground, like thunder rolling across the ground.

Quan Jiuxi looked in the direction of the sound and saw hundreds of soldiers running wildly with energy cannons on their shoulders. The silver-gray gun barrels formed flowing light bands in the sunlight.

In the smoke and dust, a silver-white figure was particularly eye-catching - Pei Jin was wearing a tight-fitting combat suit, the fabric was tight on his back, outlining the neat muscle lines, like a rock washed by water.

He was bending over to correct the recruit's gun-holding posture. The sunlight shone on the back of his sweaty neck. He could see fine beads of sweat sliding down the grooves of his spine and dripping onto his training boots, leaving dark marks.

"Wait a moment." His voice came through the communicator with a cold texture like the friction of metal. Quan Jiuxi could even imagine what he looked like when he frowned - his eyebrows were sharply raised, and there seemed to be a thin layer of ice under his eyes. This was the expression she had seen in the holographic projection at the celebration banquet.

"Okay." She replied with a smile.

Not long after, Pei Jin walked towards the door. He strode across the training ground, his combat boots making crisp sounds on the alloy ground, and the distance between each step was as precise as if measured with a ruler.

When passing by a soldier who was dismantling a mecha, he suddenly raised his hand, tapped the wreckage of an "Iron Wall" mecha with his black-gloved fingertips, and said in a deep voice: "The joint is disassembled incorrectly, do it again." The soldier shuddered with fear, and the wrench in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, but he had already turned around, his back still as straight as a pine tree.

Quan Jiuxi watched him approach. Pei Jin in front of him had shed the restraint of his formal suit, his shoulders looked even sharper. The collar of his combat uniform was half an inch open, revealing the old light pink wound on his collarbone, like a dormant snake.

He was like a long sword drawn from its sheath, sharp as a knife, even the air was cut with cold marks by him.

"Quan Jiuxi?" He stopped in front of her. His eyelashes were very long, casting a shadow under his eyelids, but the light in his eyes was surprisingly bright, like steel tempered by stars.

"It's me." Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows and deliberately took half a step forward, with the tip of his nose almost touching the silver falcon badge on his chest.

Sure enough, she saw Pei Jin's pupils shrink slightly, and the aura around him instantly tensed, as if he was guarding against some dangerous creature - she could feel the invisible pressure, with the unique vigilance of a soldier, but it made her inexplicably excited.