Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

When Quan Jiuxi stepped on the sensor bricks in the entrance hall, the lighting effects of the entire villa gradually woke up from sleep mode.

The cold white light flowed along the grooves of the titanium alloy wall, dragging a slender shadow behind her - the shadow fell on the floor, like a sheathed ancient sword, with a sharp edge tempered by ice.

"Master, your nutritional supplements are ready."

Its screen instantly lit up with blue light, forming a crooked smiley face.

The rounded body of the housekeeping robot slid over, and the silver tubes on the tray reflected a cold metallic light.

Quan Jiuxi's eyes swept over the labeled nutrient supplement, and the corners of his eyes raised slightly.

Her irises were a very light glass color, glowing with a chilled hue under the cold light. The silver-gray circle around the edge of her pupils looked like snow that hadn't melted for thousands of years.

"Take it." Her voice was colder than the cosmic rays outside the starship, but the ending tone carried a strange rhythm, like the sound of jade colliding.

The robot's optical sensor flashed twice, and just as it was about to execute the command, it was startled and stopped in its tracks by her sudden pause.

Quan Jiuxi turned around and his eyes fell on Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi understood what Quan Jiuxi meant in an instant.

【My Lord, it is too ugly.】

A round body and a square head.

There is no majesty of the Lord God at all.

Quan Jiuxi walked over slowly, stepping on the sound-absorbing floor. The black hair hanging on his shoulders slid with his movements, and the ends of his hair brushed across his collarbone.

Quan Jiuxi's fingertips hovered in front of the robot's screen, not touching it, but causing ripples in the energy field in the air. "It's not difficult. I can help you change it to whatever you want."

[Is that possible?! I saw that the bionic robots in the Star Network Mall all have bionic skin and can make expressions...]

The corners of Quan Jiuxi's lips curled up slightly. She raised her hand and pressed it on the top of Xiaoyi's head. The mental power overflowing from her palm wrapped around the fuselage like a layer of gauze.

This scene reminded her of the scene when she reshaped the body of her own spirit pet - it was also about mobilizing the energy in the body and materializing the invisible force.

White light spread out from between her fingers, and Xiaoyi's metal shell melted and reorganized in the light. His square face gradually became round, and the screen was covered with a piece of bionic skin, and a pair of black electronic eyes slowly emerged.

"How about this?" She withdrew her hand and watched the robot in front of her transform into the appearance of a child about three or four years old, except that its skin had a porcelain-like luster.

Xiaoyi spun around excitedly, the sounds of his mechanical joints becoming lighter and lighter: "Thank you, sir! But I want my skin to turn black!"

The corner of Quan Jiuxi's mouth twitched, "Next time for sure."

[Yes, sir! ]

Quan Jiuxi turned and walked towards the kitchen.

That was the area she had specially renovated yesterday. "Go prepare dinner. Use fresh ingredients, don't use nutritional supplements."

Xiaoyi immediately responded and slid into the kitchen, his electronic eyes scanning the silver-scaled fish and star ferns in the refrigerator - these were all specially delivered by Quan Jiuxi on Interstellar Logistics today.

Its processor was spinning rapidly, retrieving recipes from the Star Network, and suddenly discovered that the way these ingredients were processed was strangely similar to the "Spiritual Material Purification Technique" recorded in the immortal cultivation classics:

Scales must be removed against the grain, and slicing must keep the spiritual power (energy) from dissipating. Even the control of the heat requires "slow fire to nourish".

When the aroma of silver-scaled fish mixed with the bitter aroma of star fern wafted out of the kitchen, Quan Jiuxi was sitting on the floating sofa in the living room, his fingertips sliding across the light computer screen.

It showed the Federal Military Academy's curriculum, with the words "mental synchronization rate" written next to the mecha design theory.

It turns out that no matter which world you are in, the key to controlling external things is ultimately your own cultivation.

...

The next morning, when Quan Jiuxi walked into the Federal Military Academy, the noise in the corridor suddenly dropped by half a degree.

She was wearing a silver-gray military uniform today. The waist-hugging design outlined a smooth waistline. The star emblem on the collar sparkled in the morning light, but it was not as bright as the obsidian earring on her earlobe.

“Is that Quan Jiuxi??”

"Stay away, stay away..."

"What's wrong? What happened? Isn't she the loser in your class?"

"what do you know!"

The person who spoke was about to retort, but then remembered the coach's warning and shut up.

The discussion came like a tide, but it didn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

Quan Jiuxi walked forward without looking around, the light at the end of the corridor reflected in his glass-colored eyes.

As soon as I stepped into the mecha design classroom, a delicate figure stopped me.

Tang Qing was wearing a pink student uniform and holding a carved insulated box in her hand. She had big eyes and was looking at Quan Jiuxi with watery eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering.

"Jiuxi, you're finally here." Tang Qing's voice was cloyingly sweet, like poisoned wine mixed with honey. "I brought you some premium nutritional supplements, try them now."

She handed the incubator forward.

Quan Jiuxi stood still, his eyes fixed on the carved box. Looking at the calculating cold light deep in Tang Qing's eyes, Quan Jiuxi suddenly felt ridiculous.

This kind of kindergarten method.

Carrying the insulated box around all day long.

"Something?" she asked, emotionless in her voice.

The sunlight shone in through the classroom window, falling on her straight nose, casting a cold and hard shadow, making the profile of her face look like an ice sculpture.

Tang Qing's expression froze for a moment, then changed into a look of grievance: "Jiuxi, you ignored me for the past two days. Did I do something wrong? Aren't we best friends?"

Her voice was tearful, and the corners of her eyes turned red, but her eyes were scanning the classmates who were gradually gathering around her - she was sure that these people would accuse Quan Jiuxi of being ungrateful as before.

"Stop." Quan Jiuxi's red lips parted slightly, and the words she uttered were like ice beads hitting the ground. "You know what's wrong with your nutrient supplement."

She took a step forward, her combat boots making a crisp sound on the metal floor. "I don't have time to play sisterly love with you. I will get back what you owe me with interest."

She approached step by step, with a chill in her glassy eyes, but a smile on the corner of her mouth. That smile was beautiful and dangerous, like a mandala blooming beside a poisonous swamp.

Tang Qing stepped back subconsciously, and the insulated box in her hand almost fell out of her hand - she had never seen Quan Jiuxi like this before. The oppression in his eyes reminded her of the despair when she was besieged by the Zerg, as if she would be torn to pieces in the next second.

"Jiuxi, I don't understand what you're saying..." Tang Qing feigned composure, her fingers gripping the handle of the suitcase so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She saw a classmate approaching, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice choking. "We grew up together, how could you say that to me..."

However, the expected accusations did not come.

The students just took a quick glance and walked quickly into the classroom.

Tang Qing's face turned pale in an instant. Quan Jiuxi looked at her stunned expression, and the sneer on his face deepened.

On the first day she arrived in this world, she understood that the Interstellar Federation and her world were governed by the same set of rules—the strong are respected.

Cultivation (strength) is the foundation for survival. Unconventional methods may be successful for a while, but they will never be successful.

Just like those female cultivators who rely on charm to rise to power, they may seem glorious, but once they encounter a truly powerful person, they will be crushed to pieces.

The Tang Qing in front of her was using only some low-level tricks, and she wasn't even worthy of being dealt with seriously.

It's just relying on the protagonist's halo.

But when she came to this world, she was the only protagonist of this world.

"Boring." Quan Jiuxi turned and walked towards his seat, leaving Tang Qing frozen in place, the thermal box in his hand like a branding iron.

The sunlight filtered through the porthole, gilding the ends of Quan Jiuxi's hair. Her back was as straight as a pine tree, with a kind of indifference after having experienced thousands of disasters, as if the previous episode was just a speck of dust brushed off from her sleeve.

.....

Class time is up

Quan Jiuxi leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his long legs crossed, twirling a stylus between his fingertips, his glassy blue eyes half-closed, as if he was dozing, or as if he was in deep thought.

Tang Qing sat in the corner in a daze, the incubator carelessly thrown at her feet, tears still etched on her face, and a glint of resentment lingered in her eyes.

She was thinking in her mind what method she should use next time to completely destroy Quan Jiuxi, who had suddenly become an eyesore.

What went wrong.

She doesn't understand.

"Today we will discuss the principle of resonance between mental power and the core of the mecha." The instructor turned on the holographic projection, and a complex energy map appeared on the screen.

"Spiritual power is like a commander, and the mecha is a warrior. The more compatible the two are, the stronger their combat effectiveness. However, spiritual power can also be like an out-of-control beast. Once disordered, it will turn against its master..."

Quan Jiuxi's eyes fell on the energy map and his fingertips stopped moving.

She suddenly thought of the sea of ​​consciousness in the world of cultivation—that was where cultivators stored their spiritual thoughts. If the sea of ​​consciousness was stable, the spiritual thoughts would be clear, and cultivation would be twice as effective with half the effort.

If the sea of ​​consciousness is turbulent, the worst case scenario is that one will go astray and die.

Isn’t this exactly the same as what the mentor said about mental disorder?

There is also energy resonance, which is the communication of the mind of the natal immortal sword; the energy circuit of the mecha core is surprisingly similar to the trajectory of the spiritual vein;

Even the "psychic cleanser" used by the Federation to purify interstellar dust is based on a principle similar to the "spirit gathering array" used in the world of cultivation.

It turns out that the two seemingly completely different worlds have such a profound connection.

A meaningful smile appeared on Quan Jiuxi's lips, and a light of interest flashed in his glassy eyes.

"...Speaking of mental disorder, we have to mention the Zerg." The instructor switched the projection, and a hideous image of the Zerg appeared on the screen.

"The latest research has found that the Zerg's mental waves can interfere with humans' mental force fields. This is also their most difficult aspect to deal with..."