Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

When Quan Jiuxi walked to the terrace, the evening breeze blew her long hair, carrying the unique metallic scent of Star Harbor.

She leaned on the railing, watching the tail flames of starships taking off and landing in the distance, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing her wrist bones.

She heard footsteps behind her, but she didn't turn around. She only heard Pei Jin's voice ringing in her ears: "You shouldn't have accepted that game."

"What? General Pei also thinks I will lose?" Quan Jiuxi turned her head, and the moonlight fell on her face, making her eyebrows and eyes even colder.

Pei Jin looked at her with a deep gaze. "Zhao Feng's Falcon has undergone seven modifications, and its mental synchronization rate is as high as 92%. And you..."

"And I'm a loser who can even destroy the simulation cabin, right?" Quan Jiuxi interrupted him, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone, but no anger.

Pei Jin was silent. That wasn't what he meant.

He was afraid that she would blow up the training ground.

"Hmm? General Pei has no confidence in me?"

Quan Jiuxi frowned and looked at him.

"No, I believe you, but don't kill Zhao Feng directly."

Zhao Feng's men were already collecting evidence, and he didn't want the girl in front of him to go to federal court for murder.

"Don't worry, I won't dirty my hands."

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows and smiled, with the stars reflected in his eyes.

Pei Jin's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

But I have never seen anyone like Quan Jiuxi, who seems to not belong to the interstellar world.

Most people in the interstellar world are cold-blooded and can give up everything in order to fight for resources.

"Need help?" he blurted out.

Quan Jiuxi was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to say that. She looked at Pei Jin, the moonlight casting a deep darkness in his eyes.

"You want to help me?" She raised her eyebrows, a hint of inquiry in her tone.

"The president asked me to take care of you." Pei Jin shifted his gaze and looked at the star port in the distance, but his ears felt slightly hot.

What he actually wanted to say was that he didn't want to see her being bullied by someone like Zhao Feng, and he didn't want to see her being labeled as a "waste material" even though she was obviously very talented.

Quan Jiuxi suddenly smiled. The smile was very faint, but like ice and snow just beginning to melt, it instantly brightened her whole face.

"Then please help me find an old mecha. The older the better, preferably a first-generation model that has been eliminated."

"The first generation model?" Pei Jin frowned. "The mental interface of that model has long been outdated. It's very dangerous."

"The older, the better," Quan Jiuxi insisted. "The first generation model used analog signals, which are more suitable for network transmission than today's digital signals."

Pei Jin looked at her determined eyes and nodded: "Okay, I'll have someone prepare it."

The terrace fell into silence, and the evening breeze, with a faint scent of champagne, made people's hearts itch.

Quan Jiuxi leaned on the railing, looking at Pei Jin's profile, and suddenly felt that he didn't seem so difficult to approach.

His coldness and hardness are like the outer armor of a mecha, seemingly indestructible, but with warmth hidden inside.

Quan Jiuxi looked at him, revealing a rare seriousness: "Okay."

He began to look forward to the day of the competition, looking forward to seeing her driving the old mecha and crushing those who laughed at her.

The music in the ballroom continued, and the crystal chandeliers shone brightly. But in this small world on the terrace, something was quietly changing.

Quan Jiuxi looked at Pei Jin. With him around, he suddenly felt that this cold interstellar era didn't seem so difficult to endure.

......

The day before the competition, Quan Jiuxi saw the "gift" prepared by Pei Jin in the mecha hangar - a rusty first-generation mecha "Rock".

The silver-gray shell has long lost its luster, and even exposed wiring can be seen at the joints, but it exudes a sense of heaviness that comes from years of experience in battle.

"This is one of the earliest mass-produced mechas of the Federation. It participated in the Third Interstellar War." Pei Jin stood beside her, his fingertips running across the mecha's breastplate, where a bullet hole of varying depths was visible. "My grandfather piloted it back then and repelled the Zerg advance team in the Alpha Star Region."

Quan Jiuxi placed her hand on the mecha and could feel the faint vibrations coming from beneath the metal, like an old warrior breathing. "It has a spirit," she whispered.

Pei Jin smiled and said, "You said exactly the same thing as my grandfather." He turned around and took out a black box from the toolbox. He opened it and inside lay a black iron sword.