mech warriors have no love

After being stiff for a few seconds, César turned his back on the Marshal who seemed to be a bad visitor, calmly swallowed the bread in his mouth, and took a few more mouthfuls to recover his strength. He was ready to have a fight with the Marshal, and fled the scene directly.

Unexpectedly, the marshal who got the stolen goods did not "kill relatives righteously", but closed the door and walked over, opened a cabinet, found a bottle of jam, poured another glass of milk, and handed it to César, saying in a low tone: "Little guy weaning No, do you have lactose intolerance?"

"..." César took a sip of the milk, put it down and looked at Lancelot hesitantly, without saying a word.

His lips were slightly red, and the milk stains on the corners of his lips were particularly obvious. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes were downcast, which made him look very aggrieved.

Lancelot immediately wavered for three seconds about his iron-blooded policy of "correcting pampering and pampering", and finally struggled back from the brink of wavering, persuading: "Isn't the nutritional supplement delicious?"

Cesar nodded.

"But the value of a dose of nutrients is higher than the food you eat for three days. We are close to the border star, and there are many poor ghosts with strange shapes. Some of them are desperate and desperate, just to get some nutrients to save their lives." Lancelot sat on the table, looked sideways at César eating, opened the cabinet next to him, handed him a few small biscuits, and continued to talk, "When a person wants to survive, he can eat anything. Go down, you have to eat everything. It’s not good to pick and choose, especially on the battlefield. If you accidentally drift to the periphery of the signal detection and lose contact with your companions, there will generally be no food in the cabin, only life-sustaining nutrients. , more unlucky, falling on a small planet where birds don’t shit, not to mention nutrients, bark bugs have to eat it. It’s not good for children to pick their mouths.”

After listening to him say a long list, César's expression remained unchanged. The cold light from the kitchen cast a layer of light on the side of his face, making his delicate facial features appear more three-dimensional. You can see that the corners of his lips are slightly curved A moment: "You are right, in order to survive, you have to eat everything."

Lancelot didn't expect this difficult picky eater to be so enlightened, and before he could be relieved, he heard César whisper, "I used to take nutritional supplements for a long time in order to survive."

Lancelot was startled: "How long?"

César showed no expression: "A year or two."

Not only because of nausea and nausea after eating for a long time, but also because he always felt that he would rather die, and every second of his life was like gnawing on the flesh and blood of that person. The two years he lay in the medical cabin could only rely on nutrients to continue his life. Every time he felt as if he was sucking blood, vile and ridiculous.

But these Lancelot do not need to know.

Lancelot fell silent, staring at César's cold side face under the light.

César, who used to be in Delan Middle School, is innocent and bright, like a little sun, attracting everyone.Lancelot couldn't forget it at first sight, and was urged by David to confess his love. After the failure, he didn't feel much lost in his heart.When you like it when you are young, you can actually like it to some extent. At an age where you don't know anything about shit, how can you know what liking is.

The reason why I can't forget it so much is that the César in my memory is too beautiful, not like the crooked melons and jujubes that should exist in the aristocratic group of Star Delan.

It's just... what happened that made this little sun almost die, after two years of illness, and finally his temperament changed drastically?

"Ceizer..."

Lancelot said suddenly, "Although you forgot, I still want to tell you that shortly after I failed to confess my love, at the graduation ceremony, I wanted to give you the buttons on my shirt."

It's a pity that César didn't show up again after rejecting him, and was suspected by David for fear of revenge.Lancelot's stubborn temper came up, he pulled off the button and sent it directly to Leslie's house as a gift, and learned that their young master took it.

As a result, he waited happily for a long time, and there was no reply from César. He could only go to the military academy he had dreamed of for a long time with the regrets of his youth, and rarely returned to Delan Star after that.

César narrowed his eyes, and hiccupped slightly under Lancelot's expectant eyes.

Lancelot: "..."

After eating and drinking secretly, César looked at Lancelot, saw that he had no intention of stopping, and reached out to pack something to take home.

Lancelot laughed and said, "Come on, you're really a little mouse, take it back and continue if you can't finish it?"

"No nutritional supplements." César pursed his lips, expressing the bottom line in a deep voice.

"Sure, then don't eat it. In the future..." Lancelot almost bit his tongue in the middle of the sentence, and immediately blamed that idiot David. It's hard for me to change such an order. Old friend, it’s not easy to refute the change of face.”

César: "..."

Lancelot didn't change his face under his silent condemning eyes: "I'll give you a small recipe, if you can't take the nutrient supplement, don't take it, and come to the room where I work after the countdown, and prepare it for you, don't sneak here in the middle of the night They ate it in the kitchen, and if someone catches it and beats it like a mouse, what should I do?"

César was silent for a few seconds, and pointed out a question sharply: "Then what are you doing sneaking here in the middle of the night?"

Lancelot was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, and ate a few small biscuits together with César, and of course flicked him on the forehead: "Catch the mouse."

The marshal who caught the mouse not only helped the indifferent mouse to eat and drink well, but he also covered up when he left and sent him to the door of the dormitory before turning around and leaving.

It can be said to be a complete victory.

Early the next morning, there was news that the kitchen had been stolen in the middle of the night.

The little biscuits specially baked by Mr. Chef for breakfast were stolen.

Lancelot slapped the table, filled with righteous indignation: "Who is so bold to steal the kitchen? Let Lucy cooperate to check the surveillance!"

Lucy: "..." After eating and drinking last night, Lancelot asked him to delete the monitoring section.

Mechas don't need to be shameless, and it seems that the marshal is also shameless.

"Could it be a traitor?" David asked cautiously, "Marshal, do you need to send someone to investigate..."

"Which traitor wouldn't steal the unwrapped biscuits in the kitchen with military secrets?" Lancelot asked in surprise, "David, do you watch too much TV?"

David: "..." In the entire base, only you, the wise and powerful, are watching soap operas.

Molly raised her hand and asked, "Marshal, how do you know it's an unpackaged biscuit?"

César silently glanced at Lancelot, and answered in his heart.

Because your marshal not only went to see it, but also ate a lot of it secretly.

After eating it, I thought it tasted good, so I found a bag, put it in a small bag, and took it home one person at a time.

All of the above seem to have nothing to do with the honest-looking Alliance Marshal: "Of course it is deduced. How did you deduce it? You don't need to know about it. You won't understand anyway."

David and Lancelot grew up wearing a pair of trousers, and always felt that something was wrong. Before he could figure it out, Lancelot knocked on the table: "David, you left your post a few days ago, and you gave me two days to go." Heaven led the patrol."

David's eyes turned green with injustice: "Didn't you tell me to come down with you!"

Lancelot groaned: "I still asked you to pick the moon, are you going?"

Colonel David, who was choking so hard, took the mecha up to the sky angrily, thinking about what was wrong just now.

Lancelot clapped his hands lazily: "Don't watch the excitement, train in a different way today, two people form a team, draw lots to decide, I will follow the draw, without David, some unlucky ghost will be alone, let us Let's see who it will be."

As he spoke, he calculated silently in his heart, full of confidence.

The ratio of drawing a group with Cesar is still very high.

A fair marshal, he firmly believes that God will bestow luck, and he will not engage in sneaky tricks.

César followed behind and entered the training room, where the robot handed over the sign.

The confident Lord Marshal finished drawing the lottery and opened it to take a look.

As expected, people can't speak big words, and the unlucky ghost everyone is waiting to see is him.

César was drawn with Rego, the big guy in the escort.

César was not sensitive to other people's emotions, but he could also sense that Rego had been very dissatisfied from the first day he joined the team. After these few days of training, he almost jumped up and pointed at his nose and cursed people.

Most of the soldiers are of civilian origin, and they are not used to the old nobles, not to mention that César has not shown convincing skills.

But it's one thing not to like it, and you can't pick and choose to dislike your teammates during training. In the sympathetic eyes of his teammates, Rego walked up to César, looked down at this thin young man, and frowned. , stretched out his hand to him: "Have a nice cooperation."

Lancelot stared at the lottery in his hand, read it over and over again, and added the rules without giving up: "In order to train each of you to cooperate, draw a lottery once in a round, and change a teammate... What is it called, before the battle, where? Do you have the conditions to let you pick and choose?"

The guards were violently suppressed, and Lancelot, who had no alliance democratic style at all, glanced at César, and smiled with a smile: "Okay, log in to your black hole now."

In the team mode in the black hole, two people operate a mecha together.

In fact, in many armies, two people operate a mecha together. It's just that the people under Lancelot have relatively strong mental control capabilities and can perfectly drive it alone. They have almost never tried two-person operation. After logging in, the two Those with equal mental strength unconsciously competed for the control of the mecha, and entered the game for ten seconds, still a bit chaotic.

César's mental power is thinly attached to the mental network of the simulated mecha, and instead of competing with Rego for control, he sits next to Rego, watching Lancelot harvest leeks, three times five divisions two He cleaned up all the others and turned around with malicious intentions.

The huge silver mecha did not rush over, Lei Ge's face changed: "The Marshal wants to seize control of the mecha!"

Seizing control of the mecha requires expulsion of the mental power originally attached to the mental net of the mecha. If the expelled party's mental power is not as strong as the intruder's, the brain will feel dizzy and painful, and in severe cases, it will be injured.

Of course Rego knew that he was no match for Lancelot, so he immediately pushed César.

"Take back your mental strength." The big man said heavily, "You're useless anyway."

César gave him a cold look, didn't take it back, and didn't speak.

Lancelot attacked César's team purely for fun, and unexpectedly found that Rego was in a good state of mind today, and he was particularly tenacious in resisting.

Lei Ge was also a little surprised at his ability to struggle against the marshal, but unfortunately, he was defeated after only a few minutes.Lancelot was mild and heavy, and he withdrew his mental power neatly, without hurting them.

At the end of the first round, except for Rego and César, everyone including Molly was scolded by Lancelot.

"A group of useless dim sums who don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth. They usually feel how powerful they are. The last two-person mecha was messier than the fleas on Delan Star. They rushed to deliver food one by one? Two-person pilots pay attention to cooperation. You children's basic teachers don't know this. Didn't I teach you two words?"

After the training was over, Lancelot called the innocent robot over, patted the robot, made a gesture in public without changing his face, and waved his hand, "After the training is over, I will go to collect my punishment. Now continue, draw lots."

Only César was present to find that Lancelot stuffed the little golden bird transformed into Lucy into the robot's hand.

A premonition popped up suddenly.

Sure enough, the lottery was drawn again, and César lived up to expectations and was drawn into a group with the Marshal.

Lancelot looked calm: "What a coincidence."

César: "..."

The border defense of the alliance is built with the face of the marshal.