The body of the War Maiden knelt before Jiang Cheng, gleaming in the morning sunlight, exquisitely beautiful as if it were from another world.
Just like the giant ship that hovered in the sky a few days ago, every curve and shell exudes a stunning sense of technological beauty.
Everyone knows who bestowed the perfection upon this thing before them.
The wind is picking up.
Spring's vitality was growing stronger, and the breeze that blew at this time was warm and comfortable, unable to penetrate the thin coat; instead, it brought a pleasant coolness. The wind ruffled Jiang Cheng's black bangs, like a woman's gentle hand brushing against his eyelashes, before leaving without a trace of lingering affection.
Jiang Cheng's lips curled into a smile, which grew wider and wider as he turned to face the throng of people.
The students retreated to a fairly safe area, fearing they might be accidentally injured by the battle maidens who had just acted as if they were out of control. At this moment, all they could see was the sky and earth, the colossal creature bowing its head in respect, and the boy in the sky and earth.
Jiang Cheng looked back at the countless people behind him. He glanced past Commander Tali, who was leaning against the off-road vehicle, and past the researchers whose eyes were filled with endless longing. He searched for a figure in the crowd.
He looked around, then frowned.
Finally, his furrowed brows suddenly relaxed.
He found Luo Xiaoli in the crowd, the figure with a bewildered expression.
Jiang Cheng met Luo Xiaoli's gaze. He did his best to show everything he had created, displaying all the efforts he had made over the past few days, from his determination to make a name for himself to his current achievements, without hiding anything.
It's like a naive boy creating a paper airplane that can hover in mid-air and soar for a long time without landing.
He held up a paper airplane and said to the girl he liked, "See? Aren't I amazing?"
The boy who wanted to show off back then must have had all his emotions sincere and pure, without a trace of hypocrisy.
It doesn't necessarily need praise; I just want you to know that the person you love is not a timid weakling, nor a fleeting mayfly, but a very capable person.
Jiang Cheng never knew that he didn't need to prove himself to anyone, because he had already proven himself countless times, and no one would doubt him.
However, he just wanted to give something back to Luo Xiaoli, which is something that every person with a dream would do for their loved one.
People who love poetry will talk about poetry with their wives.
People who love literature will talk about it with their wives.
If two people like cats and dogs, they'll end up raising a whole bunch of them.
This is what true love is.
Luo Xiaoli and Jiang Cheng were not a couple who met by chance on the street and were suddenly overcome with lust, nor were they animals in a bar who wanted to get drunk and not care about anything.
From the time they first saw that butterfly in their childhood until now, through countless stories and numerous journeys, they finally came together.
Women are sensitive creatures. Most people can't see the tenderness and affection between young men and women, but Zhao Xuerou and Ke Bing, who were next to Luo Xiaoli, quickly noticed it. They were also delighted with what Jiang Cheng had done and admired him from the bottom of their hearts. However, they couldn't get a share of some of the things that Luo Xiaoli possessed.
Zhao Xuerou awkwardly turned her head away. She had never been a magnanimous person, nor did she deny her numerous shortcomings.
She lived a vibrant life, whether she was vain before or admired excellence later. She was overly proud, often jealous, and used her beauty to gain many things that others did not have, both materially and spiritually.
But that's just how humans are.
A person is one who embodies both the negative and the positive.
She did the wrong thing at the wrong time, and trying to make amends is a difficult and dangerous path, fraught with peril.
In the future, once you enter the mecha academy, you will not only face all kinds of arduous training, but you will also have to live with your enemies and adversaries. Just thinking about it makes your scalp tingle.
Due to the college's regional admission system, most students who come to this unfamiliar place tacitly group together based on their similarities.
People from China naturally want to be with those who speak Chinese.
If we break it down further, the students from Lanjing will be assigned to the same dormitory, but they will be separated by gender.
As the only three girls, Luo Xiaoli, Jiang Cheng, and Zhao Xuerou will live together.
The days to come will be filled with bloodshed and violence... but not exactly bloodshed.
"I must become better, so that at least you can see me." Zhao Xuerou secretly cheered herself up. Facing these difficulties, she did not feel timid at all, but instead felt a sense of fearlessness and determination to move forward despite the difficulties.
Looking at the mecha in front of her, Zhao Xuerou's attention was completely drawn to the War Maiden. She couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to sit in the cockpit, looking straight at the clouds in the sky and looking down at the entire earth.
Jiang Cheng once said in the mecha manuals distributed on various campuses that if you want to truly become a pilot, you must treat yourself as part of the mecha and establish a spiritual connection with it, rather than treating the battle maiden as an inanimate object or a tool for venting firepower.
Zhao Xuerou thought that this statement was very true.
She wanted to pilot her mecha to the edge of a cliff long, long after humanity's victory, where a long river and the setting sun stretched out before her, their orange afterglow spilling down, and she would sit on the shoulder of this colossal machine.
That must have been an extremely beautiful scene, unforgettable for a lifetime.
Like Zhao Xuerou, most people were deeply attracted to the War Maiden.
They silently recited the war maiden's name in their hearts, "Yuki-onna... Yuki-onna."
It sounds like a lotus flower on a high mountain, pure and aloof.
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