mech warriors have no love

When these words came out, César and Lancelot were startled.

Micah couldn't help but popped up again, with a strange tone: "The one who is five points away from you is the Lan who is number one on the league's black hole rankings. He has been pestering you since two years ago, trying to dig you out. Let's go... so it's him! I said it's so annoying!"

César: "..."

The black hole is a springboard and a platform for all parties to search for talents. The people on the leaderboard are either behind or about to be behind.

After César was born, Lambert announced that his only son was suffering from a rare congenital dementia. Since then, he has been suppressing his mental power all the time, wearing a mental suppressor, and becoming an unknown good-for-nothing.

Only in the "black hole" did César show his amazing mental power and manipulation power.

Not too low-key in the game, attracting many people to offer olive branches, from all sides, and not too entangled after many rejections.

Only this Lan, as tenacious as a cosmic cockroach, harassed persistently, determined to dig Cizell away.

César hid for half a year and did not dare to go online.

Fortunately, the account was deleted in time, otherwise he might be discovered when he registered and logged in with his real identity. Wz and him are always at the same login point.

It turns out that Lan is Lancelot...

César looked at Lancelot who was frowning deeply.

It's... a truth that doesn't surprise anyone.

Lancelot has a handsome appearance, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and he is very cold when he is not smiling. He noticed Cesare looking at him from the corner of his eye, and he immediately smiled and said with a pleasant face: "I have never seen such a temper except you." Stubborn, like a donkey."

Oh donkey.

César gnawed at the steak without expression.

"Luci." In front of César, Lancelot didn't shy away from anything, "Search the remaining data and find him out."

César sat quietly, watching Lancelot and Lucy discuss how to catch him with cold eyes, finished eating seriously and saw off the guests, before pushing the Marshal out of the room.

The small dormitory immediately fell silent, César stared at the door for a few seconds, and the corners of his lips curled up quietly.

Micah's eyes lit up, and he secretly took a picture and sent it to the owner of the Leslie family on the distant planet Teresa.

The young master of the Leslie family, who was once innocent and bright, has seen fewer and fewer smiles over the years. His face is more serious than a coffin, and he can go to the funeral at any time in black. Seeing him smile once is better than seeing members of parliament love each other Still difficult.

César didn't notice Micah's sneaky tricks, so he poked the hairball: "Micah, did you hear that?"

"Don't worry, my anti-tracking system is one of the best in the alliance." Micah slipped out of César's neckline, rubbing happily, "I also heard what he discussed with that mecha just now, and I have already worked out a countermeasure Plan, do you want to listen? The first plan is..."

César said flatly: "Don't listen. Shut up. Go to sleep."

Micah closed his mouth in disappointment.

It hasn't spoken for a long time, and it hasn't said enough.

Probably because the scar was painful again when taking a bath, Cesar's sleep was not safe.

In the dream, dazzling blood spread from the edge of blackness. 15-year-old César stood blankly in the middle of the crowd, and the people coming and going around him had no facial features, walked hurriedly, and the world was silent.

He started running in the crowd, stumbled and fell into someone's arms, looked up in confusion and saw a familiar face, before his smile could bloom, his heart suddenly ached.

The man thrust the knife into his chest fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Monster, go to hell."

The sound of the monster was infinitely amplified in the ear, and it was continuous, like the thunder in the sky, waking up the people trapped in the nightmare.

César opened his eyes, his face turned pale, he touched his right breast silently, and picked up Micah who was carefully rubbing against his fingers.

"Micah." He closed his eyes, his lips trembling, "She only left me with you, she..."

Micah said softly: "Master César, she loves you more than anyone else."

César didn't speak, but hurriedly grabbed the doll beside the pillow and hugged it tightly.

Until the first ray of morning light appeared, the fragility on his face had faded, and his expression was covered by the usual indifference.

The marshal's personal guards don't need to participate in the big morning exercise in the morning, but they have to go to the training room for training. The marshal will be with the marshal when he is free.

The personal guards and the newcomer César had a total of seven people. Except for César, each of them led a team, and each of them with a mecha could overwhelm dozens of enemies.

Everyone has a different opinion about the airborne César.

David, who didn't know that he was a scapegoat, is to steal a few roses as a hobby in his hobby. It is best to bring some morning dew and give it to the only remaining lady in the escort.

The lady refused to fail, so she had to take it and send it to the other team members one by one, calling it the captain to send warmth and love.

The love came right into Cesare's hands when he stepped into the training room.

He took it inexplicably, and found that the person who sent the flowers was the black-skinned beauty who picked him up yesterday, and thanked him politely.

"This is the captain's wish for everyone." The black-skinned beauty breathed a sigh of relief after delivering the flowers, "I hope everyone will unite and love each other and make progress together... Well, this is the new César, I forgot to introduce myself yesterday, I am Molly."

David failed to show love for 360 days a year, and the remaining five days were still because he couldn't see Molly. He had already created a heart like steel and a thick skin like a marshal. He nodded to César without changing his face: "Long time no see, César."

The attitudes of the others were lukewarm. Looking at César, they couldn't help but suspect that this was a minor abducted by Lancelot on Star Delan.

What are you doing with a little guy with thin arms and legs?

Be a child bride?

Under the suspicious eyes of everyone, César walked to the weapon rack in the training room, picked and picked the latest version of the small laser gun, put on goggles, and walked into the training room.

A group of sneaky people gathered together in the back, and the one wearing glasses turned on the light screen monitor and muttered: "The noble young master from the capital doesn't know what he has."

The big guy next to him also whispered: "Those arms and legs... I suspect he can't even catch my fist."

"Come on, you guys." Molly nodded the heads of the two of them, "The marshal must have taken a fancy to it, don't be surprised by his shooting results later..."

Halfway through the conversation, Molly said that she was choking.

The light screen is connected to the inspection and monitoring equipment in the training room, which can display the situation of each training room.

Cesar's shooting performance really scared the crowd.

Probably the people in the capital are not used to coming to this remote shooting room. The light screen shows that the guns are all on the verge of passing. Molly is terrified when she sees it.

Several people stared wide-eyed, and the little round face next to Molly cleared her throat: "Maybe it's just that I'm not very good at shooting, haha."

After the crackling sound of Haha, César finally managed to miss the target next to him.

David folded his arms and looked behind, thinking to himself, Ancestor, it's not that you are not good at marksmanship, but your eyesight is not good, right?

Although they entered the school in the same batch back then, they were "class enemies" after all. The new aristocrats and the old aristocrats had long-standing grievances. David would not take the initiative to approach César, but only urged Lancelot to confess his love.

At that time, I was still a teenager at heart, and I wanted to watch the excitement.

So I just felt shocking about César's poor grades, and didn't think much about it.

As a pure-blooded "new aristocrat", David is also very tired of the red tape and the old aristocrats who look down on people. He can only say that he has no malice towards César, but he also has no good impressions.

It's hard to explain why Lancelot brought Cesare back. David smacked his lips, plucked his artistic golden hair, and watched the show with folded eyes.

The group of people pouting their buttocks didn't look for long, and they were almost caught by Lancelot who sneaked in without a sound.

César just came out of the training room, looked at Lancelot for two seconds, and put the gun down as if nothing had happened.

No need to pretend to be bluffing anymore, Lancelot dressed a lot more casually, and the special uniform of the marshal like a tuxedo was also pressed to the bottom of the box, and replaced with normal military uniform.

The straight black military uniform made the tall and long-legged marshal look like a dog, not at all like the kind of thing that enters the door without knocking.

"Marshal, if you don't come back, they're planning to hit Delan Star to save you." David grinned, "Are you moved? What do you think? Tell us about it. It doesn't take a thousand words."

Lancelot slapped him on the head: "Virtue, return a thousand words? Time is wasted for you! Stop talking nonsense, open the terminal of the black hole, I will practice for you today, anyone who is lazy and regresses will be caught by me So, just take off your pants and go down and run ten laps."

David: "Wait a minute, where's Molly?"

Lancelot: "When you go to the battlefield, the particle cannon will turn a corner to avoid ladies. Pay attention to the treatment of men and women?"

Molly held David, and didn't care about Lancelot's words. Instead, she looked at César with some concern: "Have you played with black holes before?"

César looked at her and shook his head guiltily.

Molly explained patiently: "This game has many ways to play, one of which is the realistic battlefield. After entering the game, we will control the mecha in the game and besiege the marshal..."

"Cesar is not involved." Lancelot interrupted her, said a few words to David, and looked at César's thigh strangely as if remembering something.

César: "..."

"Cesar." Lancelot pretended to be upright, "It's your first contact, so just play the simplest mode to get started. In the game, use your mental power to control the mecha, kill the fleeing orcs, and you'll be able to get started. There are [-] rounds, according to my standard, killing [-] is a pass, if you hit less than [-]/[-], you have to be punished."

The punishment is... no dinner.

Only the worst tasting supplements.

Cesar nodded heavily.

Training is over soon.

The guards took off their pants and ran away for two days. Molly was able to handle it with ease and did not suffer cruel treatment.

Lancelot also blew a whistle to attract people to watch, leaning against the window to watch with great joy, laughing like crazy.

After 5 minutes, Cesar also quit the game, waiting for Lancelot to check.

A total of ten rounds, a total of a thousand targets.

Cesar hit less than three hundred.

Lancelot was surprised: "Baby, have you listened to my request?"

Others also looked over one after another, with a trace of disdain and strangeness in their eyes.

It is normal for normal people to have this result when playing black holes for the first time.

But in the army... especially in the marshal's guard, which is full of elites, it's hard to say.

César wiped the sweat off his face, lowered his eyes: "I tried my best."

Lancelot stared at him for a while, then sighed with regret on his face: "That can only be punished."

Lancelot's heart became harder than anyone else's, and he kept his word. As expected, César received only one nutrient supplement that made him feel like a bird was fading out of his mouth when he smelled it.

This kind of training lasted for several days, and César received the punishment every day without any doubt.

The taste of the military's nutritional supplements has been the same for decades, which is not flattering.César secretly went on a hunger strike for a few days. He couldn't bear it with just drinking water. He tried to swallow it twice, but he couldn't swallow it the first time, and was so nauseated that he vomited it out the second time.

After washing his face with cold water, César was so hungry that he looked at the sky, and while the night was dark and the wind was high, he solemnly decided to steal the kitchen.

The location of the kitchen is not difficult to find. After the first day of training, Molly took Cesare around the base.

Each part of the base has a clear division of labor, and the kitchen is quite close here.

After dark, no one came to wander around the kitchen. César climbed the wall to avoid the patrolling robots, neatly dodged the monitor, and landed in front of the kitchen door.

He was so hungry that he resisted the urge to kick the door directly, squatted down and studied it for a while, then hacked in and opened the door with his personal terminal.

The beef and bread on the plate in the kitchen hadn't been put away yet, and the smell was tangy, César was a little dizzy from hunger, and took two bites of a piece of bread regardless, silently praying that he would not be found out if he did something bad.

When a person is unlucky, drinking water will get stuck between his teeth. As soon as he finished praying in his heart, a familiar voice came from behind: "Where did the little mouse steal the food?"

César choked suddenly.