Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

As the two walked side by side towards the testing area, Quan Jiuxi counted his steps and suddenly said, "Does General Pei usually use a timer when walking? The error between each step should not exceed one centimeter."

Her canvas shoes kicked the pebbles on the ground, and the pebbles bounced and hit his training boots, making a light "tapping" sound.

Pei Jin didn't turn around: "It's a military habit." There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was describing the weather.

"What about fighting?" she asked, skipping briskly in front of him and walking backwards. "Is it also calculated by seconds?"

The sunlight filtered through her hair, casting tiny spots of light on his face. She saw the taut curve of his jawline, like a fully drawn bowstring.

He finally turned his head and asked, "Are you curious about me?"

As he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the edge of his training boot brushed against the tip of her canvas shoe, missing her foot by half an inch.

Quan Jiuxi laughed out loud and was about to say something else when he was led into a pure white room.

Three researchers in white coats were busy around a billiard-shaped instrument, with a faint blue light flowing on the surface of the instrument.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"A mental power test?" Quan Jiuxi touched the star core fragment in her pocket. The temperature from her fingertips suddenly increased, burning her fingertips so much that they curled up. "I took the test three years ago, and it was only D-level."

"Retest." Pei Jin's voice was emotionless. He walked to the console, his slender fingers flying across the virtual keyboard, calling up the permission password.

The blue light from the screen reflected on his face, making his features even colder and harder. "Put your hand on the sensor ball and relax."

Quan Jiuxi did as he was told. As soon as his palm touched the cold instrument, the lights in the entire room suddenly flickered.

The blue light on the surface of the sensor ball was instantly swallowed up by the gold, like morning frost melting by the rising sun.

The instrument issued a shrill alarm, and the values ​​on the screen jumped wildly, soaring from level B. The red numbers exploded on the black background, and finally froze at "SSS+". There was a "sizzling" sound of burning, and a wisp of black smoke emerged from the top of the instrument like a frightened little snake.

"This... this is impossible!" The leading researcher pushed up his glasses, his eyes widening behind the lenses as he stared at the smoking instrument. "The highest record in the Federation is SSS-level! Admiral Pei was only SSS- back then!"

Quan Jiuxi withdrew his hand, and there was still golden warmth on his fingertips, as if he had just held a flame.

She looked at Pei Jin and suddenly smiled, the corners of her mouth curved up with a hint of cunning and pride: "It seems that my General Pei has better talent?"

She deliberately shook her wrist, and the pale golden totem was faintly visible under her skin.

Pei Jin's gaze fell on the totem on her wrist. The lines there were gently rising and falling with her breathing, like some living thing swimming under her skin.

He reached out and pressed the red button on the console, and the alarm stopped abruptly.

The knuckles of his fingertips were distinct, and when he pressed the button, his fingertips turned white. "Follow me."

The voice was as cold as frost, but it lacked the sharpness it had earlier.

As she walked out of the testing room, Quan Jiuxi heard the researchers whispering behind her. Their voices were very low, but they still drifted into her ears.

"The Federation has never produced someone with such high mental power. I even think her mental power is more than SSS."

"It's too horrible, I can't even imagine it."

"She should be the daughter of Marshal Tang, if I remember correctly."

"No wonder Marshal Tang is so talented."

...

Pei Jin, who was walking in front, seemed to have heard nothing and just walked towards the next test point with steady steps.

His back remained straight, and his combat uniform swayed slightly in the wind.

Quan Jiuxi stood in the huge mecha display room. The faint blue light around her floated like interstellar dust, reflecting in her eyes, refracting a fine and scorching light.

Her eyes were fixed on the mecha in the center, which was Pei Jin's "Po Delusion".

The silver-gray streamlined body seemed to be made of solidified lightning. In the exposed energy conduits on the shoulder armor, light blue fluid rose and fell slightly with the machine's breathing, like the pulsating blood of some dormant giant beast.

The arc of each joint and the tilt angle of each piece of armor are as precise as natural creations, yet reveal the unique edge of human wisdom.

She raised her head and looked at Pei Jin's tall back not far away.

The man's figure was like a pine tree cast from starship alloy, even the angle of his shoulder line exuding textbook rigor.

The sunlight filtered through the prismatic windows of the dome, cutting out light and dark angles on his shoulders, as if the solemnity of the entire interstellar battlefield was condensed into that straight uniform.

"I now need you to show me what you are capable of on the test that day."

Pei Jin suddenly spoke, his voice as low as the hum of a starship engine, echoing in the empty showroom.

He didn't turn around, but his fingertips lightly tapped the light screen of the virtual console.

A mecha was displayed.

Quan Jiuxi shrugged his shoulders with a crisp sound. "Why?"

Her tone was filled with nonchalant provocation, but her eyes never left the cockpit of "Powang"—

I have never seen such exquisite human creations. Those intertwined circuits and codes are simply the veins of life replicated by technology.

Pei Jin finally turned around. There was no ripple in his dark brown eyes, only absolute calmness towards the data.

"I need to determine how dangerous you are." He pulled up a holographic report. The screen flickered with footage of Quan Jiuxi taking the exam—she melted the mecha with just one hand. "Clause 37 of the Federal Code stipulates that unregistered psychics must undergo a risk assessment."

Quan Jiuxi curled the corners of her lips, and divine patterns quietly flowed in her eyes. The energy reading of "Breaking Delusion" soared by 12% in an instant.

Added a protective shield belonging to Quan Jiuxi.

She won't be with Pei Jin every day, she is very interested in this interstellar world.

Moreover, Pei Jin also has his own mission to accomplish.

"A mecha can't measure it,"

She looked up at Pei Jin, her smile revealing a unique confidence. "How about I challenge Admiral Pei?"

Pei Jin raised his eyebrows. This was the first time he showed a look of surprise.

Three seconds later, he nodded, his tone still concise: "Okay."

He raised his hand and swiped across the console. The ground on the other side of the showroom slowly cracked, and two pitch-black mechas rose up - "Xuanjia", the Federation's active mechas. The bullet holes on the shoulder armor were still embedded with fragments of Zerg shells. They were medals from the Gamma Galaxy Battle three years ago.

The alloy gate of the simulated battle field slowly closed, and the 360-degree holographic projection instantly activated, surrounding the two people in a virtual interstellar battlefield.

Meteor belts float around, distant stars burst into flares, and even the particle trails of cosmic rays are simulated vividly.

Quan Jiuxi climbed into the cockpit. The moment the neural connection device fitted the back of her neck, she didn't calibrate the parameters like an ordinary person. Instead, she closed her eyes and let the divine power flow through the connection port.

In her perception, every wire was emitting a slight vibration, as if expressing the metal's desire.

"Are you ready?" Pei Jin's voice came through the communicator. "Xuanjia" had already assumed a combat stance. The particle cannon on his right arm was fully charged, and the blue light condensed from the muzzle illuminated the surrounding meteorites.

Quan Jiuxi chuckled and suddenly made a side roll that went against the design principles, avoiding the preemptive artillery attack of "Xuanjia".

"Human mechas really need a little 'inspiration'." She controlled the mecha to shuttle through the asteroid belt. The divine patterns spread along the neural connection device, allowing the reaction speed of this experimental mecha to break through the factory set limit.

Under the guidance of her divine power, those floating meteorites changed their trajectories as if they had life, forming a natural barrier.

Pei Jin's pupils shrank slightly, his fingertips dancing across the control panel. "Xuan Jia" suddenly switched to melee mode. The alloy shield ejected from his left arm accurately shattered the oncoming meteorite. Simultaneously, the missile pod on his shoulder opened, and twelve micro-missiles were launched in a fan-shaped pattern. He didn't aim, but instead predicted the three possible directions Quan Jiuxi might dodge and used the missile's blast radius to block her escape route.

This is the tactic he summed up from countless actual combats, and it is as precise as a mathematical formula.

Quan Jiuxi suddenly stopped her mecha in its place.

At the moment when the missile was about to hit, she injected divine power into the energy core, and a layer of golden light film appeared on the surface of the mecha - a reconstructed energy shield that even the flares of the virtual star could not penetrate.

The missile exploded outside the light film, and the fire illuminated the outline of the "Star Meteorite", but failed to shake it at all.

"This is not mental power." Pei Jin's voice finally fluctuated. The sensor of "Xuanjia" showed that the energy properties of that layer of shield did not belong to any known particles.