mech warriors have no love

Being so mixed up by Lancelot, César could only "coincidentally" form a team with him.

The space in the control room of the mecha is actually not small. When I was with Lei Ge just now, César felt uncomfortable, feeling that the control room was too small, and almost sat in the corner.

Now that I'm with Lancelot, I feel... smaller.

I don't know if it's because the black hole's sense of reality is so good. After entering the control room, the aura belonging to Lancelot harassed Cesare everywhere, making him clenched his fists in annoyance.

"How do you feel?" Lancelot looked back at César, and couldn't find the emotions he wanted from this face that had stripped away all emotions and desires, so he could only sigh in disappointment, "Little César, don't be so rigid." With a straight face, the world is like a sugar bowl, although some are bland and some are bitter and astringent, but there are still plenty of delicious sugar, right? People don’t live for painful things, it’s so tiring.”

César was taken aback by a can of chicken soup in front of him.

The Alliance Marshal stewed the mech while cooking chicken soup.

The mimicry of the mecha is Lucy's body, and he manipulates it with ease, as if the mecha is his body.

The huge mecha rose from the ground, looking heavy, but surprisingly flexible, facing the three mechas in front.

This time, the guards driving the two-person mech cooperated a lot better, but in Lancelot's eyes, they were still like three newborn chicks.

He was not in a hurry to clean up the three little chicks, and turned his head to see that César sneaked to the corner while he was not paying attention, apparently intending to watch indifferently the whole time.

"What are you doing?" Lancelot went to pick him up, "Going offline?"

César glanced at him and replied modestly: "Almost."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lancelot reaching out his hand. After being stunned for a moment, César subconsciously fell over his shoulder.

Lancelot reacted quickly, stood firmly, and laughed: "Who has cultivated this reaction for you... stretch out your hand."

César looked at him cautiously with his hands behind his back.

Lancelot: "You threw me so neatly just now, and now you dare not reach out?"

César gave him a cold look, stretched out his hand, his body tensed, ready to fight back.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the cold hand was tightly held by a warm hand.

Just mental touch, everything is simulated.

César was aware of this fact, but his body trembled slightly, trying to break free as if he was electrocuted.Lancelot held it tighter, raised his hand and knocked on his forehead: "Be honest, close your eyes, and teach you how to gather mental power to control the mecha."

César lowered his slender eyelashes, staring at the hands of the two, a little puzzled: "Teach this, do you need to hold hands?"

"Of course." Lancelot blushed and was out of breath.

César raised his eyes: "What is the basis?"

"My father taught me how to operate mechs when I was young." Lancelot blinked his right eye at him, "I learned it very quickly."

...not when Lambert taught him.

César twitched his hands expressionlessly, and stood in a stalemate with Lancelot for a few seconds, closing his eyes helplessly.

There was darkness in front of him, the inside of the mecha was not stable, subtle movements became more obvious, and Lancelot's breathing seemed to be close to his ears, and his voice was magnetic.

He really coaxed César like a child, and said in a low voice: "Don't think about anything, slowly release your mental power, and the mech's mental net will absorb it."

César frowned: "Your mental power will repel me."

"No." Lancelot's expression was gentle and steady, "I will tolerate you."

Everyone's mental threshold is different, some are like a glass of water, some are like a stream.

And the marshal of the alliance is a sea that seems to have no boundaries.

To be tolerant to all rivers is tolerance.

César's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the released mental power was absorbed into the mech's mental net, and he was really surrounded by Lancelot without any discomfort.

He couldn't help but secretly opened his eyes, only to find that Lancelot had also closed his eyes, concentrating on teaching him.

……never mind.

César closed his eyes silently and followed Lancelot's guidance.

Is it really better to hold hands?

César wondered, why didn't Lambert teach him this way?

"Little César is very smart." Lancelot, like a patient teacher, controlled the mecha to avoid the siege of the other three mechas, opened his eyes and looked at César's indifferent and handsome face, and smiled silently Laughing, he quickly withdrew his mental power.

"Now you try to control the mecha."

César, who had been pretending for many years, had never encountered such a situation, was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted.

After three seconds.

Cesare is offline.

Lancelot: "..." Sure enough, there is no rush.

The day was spent in training, and Lancelot was embarrassed to make sneaky tricks every time. Except for David who was still in the universe, César and everyone in the guards cooperated for a while. Second-rate.

In fact, it's not considered cooperation. After all, even if a person with congenital mental weakness is lucky enough to connect to the mech's mental network, he still has poor contact and may drop out at any time, let alone assist his teammates.

César has been in it for many years, without any surprises, perfectly in front of a stable vase.

After the training session, together with César, the guards were fined to run thirty laps.

Molly was worried about César, and kept watching him secretly, ready to help César when he couldn't hold on, but she didn't expect that César didn't fall behind even after thirty laps, and she didn't blush or pant.

César's performance in the previous tests was very disappointing, but his physical strength was surprisingly good.

After the penalty run, there will be penalties, and César has nothing to eat.

Back in the dormitory, César took a dose of nutrition, frowned and struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't force himself to try it.

Unless it was a matter of life or death, he really didn't want to try that taste again.

Lancelot said to wait for him in the marshal's office...

César put down the nutrient supplement and poked the fur ball: "Micah."

Micah rolled in his palm, humming: "I know, you want to go. César, do you know what your behavior looks like in my analysis? Like a rabbit running to the wolf's territory to graze! "

César thought for a while: "You better stop talking."

As soon as he walked to the door with the fur ball in his mouth, there was a knock on the door.

César took it for granted that it was Lancelot.

The marshal who has long hands and long legs to turn the window by himself has learned to knock on the door, which is really gratifying.

He laughed a few words in his heart without any waves, but the people outside the door were unexpected.

It was Molly.

The training is over, but Molly is still wearing a meticulous military uniform, with a slight smile on her beautiful face: "Cesar, good evening, may I go in?"

Apart from Ellie, César had hardly any contact with girls, so he invited Molly into the dormitory at a loss, thought about it, and went to pour a glass of water.

Although it is a single dormitory, it is not luxurious, and the situation inside can be seen at a glance.Molly's eyes paused on the doll on the bed, and then glanced at the hairball on César's shoulder, and couldn't help covering her face.

César has a handsome appearance and polite manners. Although he looks cold, he has a kind of cuteness that makes people want to stop.

The clear and cold boy was wearing a sea blue shirt, and his soft black hair was a little messy. He sat in front of him with his back straight, but there was a fluffy fur ball lying on his shoulders. There was something inexplicably... cute in contrast.

Molly was overflowing with maternal love, and reached out to stroke his head.

Feeling no malice, César pursed his lips, resisted not evading, his mind was full of question marks.

"Star Ruth is far away from Star Delan, are you homesick?" Molly peeked at the doll on the bed again, guessing that César must have been born in a very perfect and happy family, under the double love of parents and elders grow up.

César paused, thinking of Ellie and Lambert, and nodded.

Molly laughed: "Although I don't know why the Marshal brought you here, it shouldn't be too long." She paused, and said gently and politely, "Everyone will not go well when they first practice manipulating mechs. Unless you are a genius like Marshal. But as long as you practice hard, you will make progress. You have cooperated with Lei Ge today, and you have seen his performance. In fact, he used to be very reluctant to control the mech."

Mental power is innate, and there is little change that can be made the day after tomorrow. Manipulation can be practiced, but the mental threshold can hardly be changed.

Lei Ge's mental threshold was not high, but through hard work, he also became an elite mech fighter and a member of the Marshal's personal guard.

It is indeed remarkable.

Molly said softly: "Everyone came to the marshal after a lot of hard work. At the beginning, no one was convinced, and they also questioned my identity as a woman. These are inevitable. As long as you don't give up, you can prove yourself , they won't reject you."

César suddenly understood what Molly was here for.

This gentle girl was here to encourage him not to give up his mental strength training, and to tell him by the way that other people's malice towards him was not intentional.

He blinked, faced the kindness of others, and showed a faint smile: "Thank you."

It's even cuter when you smile!

Molly's maternal love was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but pat Cesare's head again, carefully avoiding hurting his self-esteem, and encouraged him again.

Before leaving, Molly took out a beautifully packaged bag as if by magic, and gave it to César.

It contained...the leftover biscuits that César and Lancelot ate last night.

Molly smiled: "Mr. Chef and I have a good relationship. He gave me the leftover biscuits that were stolen last night. I guess you should like it."

César stared at the bag in his hand and said in a difficult tone, "...Thank you."

After sending Molly away, César opened the cabinet heavily and looked at the two identical bags of biscuits.

... The long-lost sense of guilt is as heavy as hundreds of Lancelots put together.

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