mech warriors have no love

As soon as he was relieved, Micah began to ramble uncontrollably.

I don't know how the person who set up the program thought that Cesar's side was too clean, so he specially made a long-winded mecha to fill the gap in his world.

Nagging so much that César's eyes darkened, thinking of Lucy, who is not talkative and reliable, a trace of envy welled up in his heart after a long absence.

Not to mention that this broken mech has the same smell as Lancelot, but also has a surprisingly similar temper. It really should be exchanged with Lucy.

Thinking for three seconds, César pinched the hairball in front of him and rubbed it casually. The hairball, which was half the size of a man, shrank to the size of a palm, and rolled it in César's palm to act obediently. Zell opened the drawer, stuffed the still rolling hairball in, quickly closed the drawer, and got up to take a shower.

Micah just came out of the semi-sleep mode, a little disobedient, bumping around, but he couldn't roll into the bathroom immediately to continue his hard work.

Although the starship has equipment for crushing filth, it cannot compare to the feeling of brewing in hot water.

César squinted his eyes and raised his head to drench the hot water. His muscles gradually relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his heart.

For a moment, he couldn't even stand stably, he swayed a bit, and then stood still while leaning on the wall. His face, which had just turned rosy just now, was already pale, and he looked down at his chest.

There was a deep scar there, and if it was a little further to the left, it would have pierced into his chest and crushed his heart. The most advanced medical cabin could only sew a decent whole body for him.

The scars are the ones he left the medical cabin unrepaired.

Although many years have passed, this deep scar will always inadvertently send out vigilant pain, reminding him to pay attention to the people around him.

In the mist, César hesitated, and reached out to touch the hideous scar.

The severe pain was buried under this layer of flesh, and when you didn't pay attention, it was as if it had never happened.

He closed his eyes, his expression indifferent.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he seemed to trust Lancelot a little too much.

After taking a shower, César put on a towel and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as his wet feet stepped out of the bathroom, he realized that something was wrong. He looked up vigilantly, and at some point an uninvited alliance member sat on the empty bed just now. The marshal is pulling a fur ball and looking at it curiously.

"..." César took a deep breath, expressionless, "Sir, didn't preschool education teach you to knock?"

Lancelot asked in surprise, "What's the relationship between us, we still need to knock on the door?"

César thought for a while, and among strangers, former schoolmates, and other relationships, he only picked out the most recent "superior-subordinate relationship".

Taking advantage of César's being blocked, Lancelot looked him up and down without a trace, but unfortunately the big bath towel was too obtrusive, and there was no scenery below the neck and above the calves, covering it like a rice dumpling. Two slender legs were exposed, and the wet water stains flowed down to the ground, gathering into a small pool at his feet.

How old are you and still cover up so tightly.

Lancelot thought bitterly, men should be shirtless.

César had no time to pay attention to Lancelot's impure little thoughts, and his eyes fell on the familiar hairball in Lancelot's hand, and he was silent for a while: "The one in your hand..."

"Huh?" Lancelot raised the trembling fur ball in his hand, "Comrade Cesar, it's fine to bring a doll, why do you secretly bring a little fur ball? How did you raise it at home? How can you keep it as good as it is?" Like a little girl."

César's eyelids twitched as he moved.

Fortunately, the mimicry of advanced intelligent mechs is difficult to detect, and Lucy, who is easy to see through Micah, has also exhausted his energy due to the long-term interstellar travel, and is now recharging at the base, otherwise this matter would not be clear.

Although many people don't know it, the Marshal of the Alliance must know that the Alliance lost a high-level smart mecha ten years ago.

"Lancelot." César took a nervous breath, "Put it down and get out."

Lancelot: "Speak honorifics to your superiors."

César stepped forward and said politely: "Sir, please get out."

Lancelot and him stared at each other for a few seconds, realizing that if he kept going, he would probably be thrown out of the window again, coughed lightly, handed the fur ball to César, and flipped out of the window consciously.

César held the shivering fur ball and stroked it a couple of times to comfort him.

Micah slid into the towel, hid in his chest, and said miserably: "Cesar, I just crawled out of the drawer, and he grabbed me. This man is terrible. Listen to me, Don't be deceived by him, you are so easy to deceive..."

Cesare: "Get out."

Micah hadn't sold out yet, so poor, he got out aggrieved, and the little hairball actually had thin claws, and sat on his shoulder in melancholy: "So it wasn't my illusion. After you were exiled, you really became more and more rough. .I think I need to change a mode to match you, how about the mode of "The Domineering President's Little Wife"?"

César raised his hand to grab him and threw him away, the fur ball rolled back again, stomping his nose and stepping on his face, climbed up to the top of his head with all fours, grabbed a strand of hair, and refused to let go.

César: "..."

So annoying.

Micah: "Speaking of which, what are you going to do? Your spiritual power cannot be discovered. I used a forged identity to log in to the black hole game before, but if you log in to the game with your real identity and there are so many people paying attention to you, you may Be found."

César changed clothes, stood in front of the mirror with a yellow fur ball fluttering in the wind, poked it expressionlessly, and the fluffy fur ball suddenly wobbled and squeaked.

"Micah."

Fuqiu pulled his hair to stand firm: "I will obey your orders."

"Log in to the black hole game."

The black hole games that are popular all over the world not only have ordinary civilian players, but even mecha fighters from the military of various countries. In the game, they carefully test and fight with mecha fighters from other countries to measure the opponent's operating level.

Many people with excellent operational skills from the private sector were also tapped into the military because of this game.Therefore, there are many people who go on and on, wanting to create a world in the "black hole", attract the favor of the superior, and create their own brilliant life-of course, this has nothing to do with the people of the distant border star, they may not be able to afford the spirit of the game connector, never even heard of it.

The advanced smart mech can be disguised as a terminal and directly connected to the game. When César closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of him had changed.

He floats in the empty universe, and there are dots of stars and stardust in the distance. The huge cantilever blooms a thrilling magnificence in the dark universe.

Looking back, there is a black hole that swallows all matter quietly entrenched nearby.

"Welcome to the black hole, Wz."

"Long time no see, after the new settlement, your ranking has not changed."

"You have 330 seven treaty war messages, 330 of which are from Lan, do you want to fight?"

César didn't pay attention to these prompt messages. After deleting with one click, he went straight to the topic: "Delete the character."

After the system confirmed three times, the character was deleted helplessly.

If you want not to be found out, just delete the account.

Micah: "...your method is really rough."

César doesn't care much. Many people regard the black hole as a springboard for life, and desperately want to get a score on the leaderboard. He just plays around in his free time and deletes a set of data. Micah didn't think about it so serious.

"The rest of the follow-up data will be handed over to you."

Micah began to make love to César: "I'm really a mech born to work hard."

César was too lazy to listen to its nonsense, and was about to go out for a while regardless of the Marshal's warning, looking for something to eat, when there was a knock on the door.

Like a thief, he immediately straightened his body, looked at the door nervously, stuffed the fur ball on his head into his pocket, and went to open the door. It was the Marshal who had sneaked out of the window just now.

"Are you hungry?" Lancelot held up the plate with one hand, "I'll give you something to eat if I ask you brother."

César: "..."

César tried to close the door with his backhand, but Lancelot stretched out his foot to block the door without changing his face: "Or you choose to welcome me in for dinner? It seems that you chose this."

Noticing that he was wearing Lucy's mimic ring on his finger, César silently told Micah to hide it better, and reluctantly let the wolf into the house.

Lancelot didn't seem to be here to accompany Cesar for dinner, it was more like he brought some food, and told Cesar some precautions of the base.The Marshal's Guards are the top elites selected from each regiment. They don't need to be trained like ordinary soldiers. What they usually exercise most is their mental strength. They train with soldiers from a regiment at random.

César nodded with a tense mouth, satisfied that he didn't have to be crowded with a bunch of people.

"However, during the year I left, David actually changed some regulations behind my back." Lancelot pretended to be distressed.

César looked up at him, his emerald eyes had a clarity that illuminated the heart.

It's a pity that it can't illuminate the marshal's dark heart.

"The bottom few of the mental strength training every day..." The marshal met César's eyes, talked nonsense without changing his expression, and sighed decently, "If there is no food, they will only be assigned to the worst-tasting ones." Nutrients. David is just too much."

César: "..."

Micah whispered: "Why do I feel that Colonel David seems to be a scapegoat?"

César patted his trouser pocket and signaled Micah not to talk too much.

Lucy had just finished recharging, and saw his master open his eyes and talk nonsense, and tried to push the blame on others. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He pretended to be a silver bird and flew to Lancelot's shoulder with fluttering wings. Colonel David, who was blamed, changed the subject: "Lord Lancelot, something happened just now."

"Huh?" Lancelot poked the little golden bird on his shoulder cheaply.

"5 minutes ago, the No. 2 in the black hole ranking list was only five points away from you." Lu Xi was stunned by the poke, and his tone was still calm, "The number has been deleted."