Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The moment the titanium alloy door slid open, Quan Jiuxi was fiddling with the ice cubes in the highball glass with his fingertips.

The soft sound of the ice spikes hitting the wall of the cup was drowned out by the sudden gasps of air around her. When she looked up, she saw the federal president's signature silver-white curls peeking in, like a ball of floating moonlight.

Pei Jin changed into a black dress.

The matte fabric outlines the smooth lines of broad shoulders and narrow waist. The sharpness of the combat uniform era is restrained under the ironed cuffs, making the figure look more like a pine tree, and every step is in the heartbeat of the banquet hall.

He walked half a step behind the president, his fingertips loosely clenched, as if he still had the inertia of gripping the mecha joystick. The light brown callus on his knuckles was faintly visible under the crystal chandelier.

Tang Wan, who was standing beside him, was saying something to the president with her head slightly tilted.

The hem of her moon-white dress swept across the ground, the tiny stars embroidered on it flickered with her movements, and the white jade bracelet on her wrist emitted a warm light.

Quan Jiuxi's gaze paused on the jade bracelet, remembering that his memoirs always said that this was an old item dug up from the ancient ruins of the Earth. The word "Wan" engraved on the inside was rubbed to a shine.

She curled the corners of her mouth, and a hint of warmth flashed across her eyes.

The whole federation knew that Tang Wan was an unstoppable rose on the battlefield. Although she was a marshal, she always liked to wear plain skirts, but no one dared to treat her as a greenhouse flower.

Quan Jiuxi had seen his mother in the command cabin. When her fingertips smashed the enemy's defense system, her eyes were colder than the flames of the mecha's main gun, but in private, she was gentle but sharp.

"Isn't that Marshal Tang? Why is she here with the President?"

"Didn't you see Admiral Pei here? I heard the Zerg campaign was a resounding victory. The President is here to celebrate in person, right?"

"Look at Marshal Tang's jade bracelet. He wore it at the last military dinner. He said it was a treasure he had worn for over ten years..."

The discussion came like a tide, but Quan Jiuxi had already turned around and placed the empty wine glass on the waiter's tray.

Tang Wan happened to look up and see her at this moment. She whispered something to the president and then waved at her. The jade bracelet on her wrist flickered with tiny lights.

As Quan Jiuxi walked over, her high heels made a crisp sound on the marble floor, as if cutting through the sticky gazes around her.

She stopped in front of Tang Wan and nodded slightly, without showing any intimacy like other young people. Only when Tang Wan reached out to touch the ends of her hair, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Let me introduce you, this is my daughter, Quan Jiuxi."

The president's gaze fell on Quan Jiuxi, with scrutiny, but more of gentleness.

He had seen too many young people who relied on the halo of their family, but the girl standing in front of him was dressed in silver-gray. The backless design made her shoulder and neck lines as cold as a knife, but there was a kind of natural tranquility between her eyebrows, like a star stone tempered by ice.

"Good, good boy." The president smiled and nodded, his tone full of genuine approval. "You have the same charm as your mother did back then."

Quan Jiuxi nodded slightly: "Hello, my name is Quan Jiuxi."

The voice was not loud, but it was clear as if it was knocking on metal, without any flattery.

"A few days ago, your mother said you had some health problems," the president asked with concern. "It would be a good idea to go and train under Admiral Pei." He turned to look at Pei Jin with a serious look, "Pei Jin, this child looks cold, you have to take good care of him."

Pei Jin's gaze fell on Quan Jiuxi.

The light from the crystal chandelier shattered on her cold white skin, making her facial features seem delicate and unreal, especially her waist exposed outside the suspenders, which was so thin that it seemed as if it would break if bent, yet the feeling of thigh bones could be seen.

His gaze shifted away as if burned, his Adam's apple moving slightly: "Okay."

One word, as concise as his order on the command platform. Everyone knew that Pei Jin hated training newcomers, let alone the daughter of the head of the Quan family and Marshal Tang - this was clearly a hot potato.

And he is also a notorious waste.

"You young people go and have fun, you don't have to accompany us." The president patted Pei Jin on the shoulder and took Tang Wan to the guest of honor seat.

Quan Jiuxi looked at his mother's back until the moon-white light disappeared in the crowd, then he looked away.

When she turned around, she met Pei Jin's gaze. His eyes were very deep, as if hiding an undiscovered nebula. She did not avoid him, but just raised her eyebrows slightly.

Pei Jin suddenly felt that the president's word "stubborn" should perhaps be replaced with another word - this was clearly a young animal that had just woken up from an icy planet, a naughty child.

The two walked side by side at the edge of the banquet hall, silence like a transparent film, separating them from the surrounding noise.

Quan Jiuxi looked at the star map projected on the wall, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the trajectory of Orion.

"How are the classes going recently?" Pei Jin suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"very simple."

"General Pei!" A slightly ostentatious voice interrupted with deliberate familiarity.

Quan Jiuxi turned around and saw a man in a golden suit walking towards him. He had a major badge on his chest and an indelible arrogance between his eyebrows.

She recognized him, Zhao Feng, the youngest son of the Zhao family. He held a sinecure in the mecha R&D department, but he always liked to stay close to Tang Qing. Anyone with a discerning eye could see his intentions.

Zhao Feng's gaze swirled around Quan Jiuxi, a look of undisguised scrutiny before finally settling on Pei Jin. He spoke warmly, "I was just trying to find you at the command desk. I heard you changed the core parameters of the Meteorite? Are you really going to replace the mental synchronization system?"

"Yeah." Pei Jin's response was still concise.

Zhao Feng seemed not to notice his indifference. His gaze drifted back to Quan Jiuxi, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This must be Marshal Tang's daughter, right? I've heard of you for a long time. I heard that she was in the mecha assessment a while ago..." He paused deliberately, waiting to see Quan Jiuxi's reaction.

Several officers around with their ears perked up also started laughing.

The original owner didn't know how to operate the mecha in the last exam and made a big fool of himself.

Quan Jiuxi ignored him, didn't even look up, but just reached out and took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray.

Zhao Feng felt a little embarrassed, and his tone became sarcastic:

"Why aren't you talking? Did I say it right? It's normal for a girl to not be good at mechas. It's better to learn flower arrangement at home than to embarrass herself in the examination hall."

These words touched the hearts of many people.

Most of the people present were children of military personnel, and everyone knew that Quan Jiuxi was an "outlier" - her mother was a marshal with great military achievements, and her father was a powerful head of a family, but she couldn't even learn the most basic mecha operations. What else could she be but a waste?

"Major Zhao, that's not right." A girl in a pink dress chimed in. She was a distant relative of the Zhao family and always followed Zhao Feng's lead.

"Even if Sister Jiuxi isn't good at mecha, with the Marshal and the Patriarch protecting her, she'll be able to find a good home in the future. Why would she need to suffer like us and practice operating it?"

"A home?" Zhao Feng sneered, his eyes sweeping over Quan Jiuxi's waist with undisguised frivolity. "I think we can do this. There's a friendly mecha tournament next week, with newcomers from all departments participating. If Jiuxi dares to come, even if he loses, I'll give you a backup gift. If you don't dare..."

He deliberately dragged out his tone, "Then don't take up the position of General Pei's subordinates. Go home as soon as possible."

This was an extremely harsh statement. It was obvious that he was going to use a public competition to nail Quan Jiuxi's reputation as a "useless" to the pillar of shame.

The discussions around them grew louder. Some were waiting to watch the show, while others looked reluctant, but no one dared to speak out. The Zhao family had extensive influence in the military, so who would be willing to offend Zhao Feng for a useless person with little presence?

Quan Jiuxi finally raised his eyes. There was no emotion in his glassy blue eyes, but Zhao Feng's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

She gently swirled the glass, and the wine drew a light golden arc on the wall of the glass: "What are you comparing?"

"Wow, you dare take this?" Zhao Feng said, as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke. "It's just a basic obstacle course. Whoever finishes three laps first wins. But I have to warn you, the course is designed to actual combat standards. Don't end up crying and demanding a suspension."

"Okay." Quan Jiuxi put down his glass, his voice still calm, "But what if I win?"

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "If you win, I'll give you my 'Falcon'!" His "Falcon" was the latest custom-made mecha, priceless. He was certain that Quan Jiuxi could not win.

"I don't want your junk." Quan Jiuxi said calmly, "I want you to apologize to the technical soldiers you suppressed."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Everyone knew that when Zhao Feng was in the R&D department, he deliberately suppressed the research results of several technical soldiers in order to grab the credit. Although this matter was not made public, it was widely circulated in private.

Quan Jiuxi's words were tantamount to exposing his secrets in public.

Zhao Feng's face flushed red instantly, and he turned angry and embarrassed. "Okay! I promise! If you lose, you have to kowtow to me three times and call me Master three times!"

"Okay." Quan Jiuxi turned and left without looking at him again. The hem of her skirt swept across the ground like a sharp knife.

Zhao Feng stared at her from behind, his eyes filled with sinister intent. The girl beside him quickly smoothed things over, "Brother Feng, don't be angry. She's definitely bluffing. She might not even dare to board the mecha..."

Zhao Feng didn't say anything, but just stared at the direction where Quan Jiuxi disappeared, but a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart.

Her eyes were so calm just now, as calm as the sea before a storm, which gave him a sense of foreboding.