Chapter 139 Hearts Crossed
Ah this?
Tong Wanwan, who had just come out of the state of using her mental power to show off, was completely dumbfounded.
Mr. Marshal's imaginary enemy is...
Broken, broken?
"Yiyi," she murmured in her heart, feeling extremely guilty, "Do we have enough in our little treasury?"
The 1551 system didn't expect that her punch could destroy a mecha.
Maybe it’s because, whether it’s a human or a mecha, the “head” is a very deadly part?
"Wanwan, don't panic," 1551 consoled her, "You're a wealthy woman now. You can afford to damage as many mechas as you want."
"That's good." Tong Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, and then she remembered that the owner of the destroyed imaginary enemy was Elvis, who was sitting next to her and watching the whole process.
"Mr. Marshal, I'm sorry!" She turned around and said hurriedly, "I will compensate you."
But she found that the silver-haired man was staring at her, as if he was thinking about something.
"Don't worry about it. There are still many imaginary enemies of this generation." Elvis stood up from the passenger seat and walked to Tong Wanwan's side. "Besides, it's time to replace them with a new batch."
1551: [……]
Tsk tsk tsk.
I always feel that this guy is showing off his financial strength without showing off?
At this time, the defeated imaginary enemy was lying on the ground, while Yin Qing remained standing motionless.
"The moves you used to defeat the imaginary enemy just now," Elvis leaned forward slightly, "can you use them on the operating table?"
Tong Wanwan: "I'll try."
She obediently followed the Marshal's instructions, operated the mecha that she had just used her mental power on, and tried to tap the virtual operation buttons with her fingers.
And Yin Qing successfully reproduced the flash and punch movements exactly.
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment before she realized something she had neglected in the past few days - the difficult movements she had completed using her mental power once could now be used normally.
"Well done." Elvis did not mention her use of mental power.
Instead, he stretched out his hand, stopped in the air a few centimeters away from the operation key, clicked a little, and explained to her the one or two mistakes.
Because the girl was sitting in the driver's seat with her back to him, from his perspective, all he could see was the back of her head with a cute curve.
As he explained, he moved a little closer.
The tip of my nose was filled with the cool fragrance of the girl's hair, and a barely perceptible floral scent.
Because the inner wall of the Silver Engine's operating cabin was made of dark black metal, the man's golden eyes sank slightly, even seeming somewhat unfathomable.
"Wanwan, you don't need to worry about the difference between the two operating methods. If you don't find it difficult, you can switch between the two modes," Ives said. "If you're not good at using the console, it's because you haven't practiced enough."
This is not a problem unique to her, but a stage that all beginners will go through.
"As your proficiency improves, you won't need to look here so often." He tapped the blue-glowing operating table with his fingertips.
Ives said honestly: "You've done a good job, take your time."
Tong Wanwan suddenly understood.
If you put it that way...she was indeed too eager to succeed.
Just like practicing typing on a computer, the more you practice, the faster and more proficient you will become.
As my proficiency improves, I can type one article after another without even looking at the keyboard.
As for mental power operation.
Just like Mr. Marshal said, do whatever suits you!
After figuring it all out, Tong Wanwan tilted her head back and wanted to thank Elvis.
But she was caught off guard... When she raised her eyes, she met the eyes of the silver-haired man who was very close to her.
The man lowered his eyelashes because he was surrounded by black metal walls and a black driver's seat. His mysterious pupils, as clear as golden gemstones, were focused only on her.
There seemed to be a faint fire in his eyes, and the more he stared at them, the hotter they became.
For some unknown reason, Tong Wanwan felt burned.
She didn't back down.
Instead, his eyelashes trembled and he unconsciously raised his chin.
It was as if I wanted to get closer, closer, close enough to see the deep meaning in his eyes.
Perhaps it was the vague, suffocating and scorching air that filled his body that made Elvis' heart beat fast.
The moment he looked into the girl's eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly.
He remained bent over, motionless, his right hand resting on the operating table, very close to the girl's slender wrist.
The next second, it was like a lion twisting its claws in a test.
His fingertips moved gently towards the dazzling white.
And touched it imperceptibly.
Elvis's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
But...no.
Tong Wanwan did not move the hand that was touched away.
Elvis was more nervous than ever before, but the more he thought about it, the less he showed it.
"What beautiful eyes." Tong Wanwan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
Both of them were stunned for a moment.
The silver-haired man suddenly withdrew his hand that was about to grab the other person's wrist and straightened his back.
"Do you still want to continue practicing?" It was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or some other complicated emotion as Elvis sat back in the passenger seat.
Tong Wanwan seemed to have noticed nothing and continued to chat and laugh with him: "Can I really continue training?"
Elvis: “Of course.”
Next, for the entire morning, Tong Wanwan concentrated on practicing fighting against imaginary enemies, mastering the operating console, and controlling the mecha with her hands and mental power.
Even with double S-level mental power, Tong Wanwan showed signs of fatigue near noon.
After all, this training consumes both physical and mental strength.
"Let's stop here for today," Ives frowned, "I'll take you home to rest."
Tong Wanwan turned to look at him and laughed, "Thank you, Mr. Marshal."
Before she even complained of being tired, a small frown had already appeared between the silver-haired man's brows.
It seemed that he was really worried about her.
After getting on the other party's aircraft and being sent back to the pet shop, Tong Wanwan went back to her room and took a hot bath to drive away all the fatigue.
She lay down on the bed, half on her side, and looked at the quiet big lion doll for a long time.
A complicated look flashed across his eyes.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly stretched out her fingers and squeezed its open white paw.
1551 System: [Wanwan?]
It seemed to realize something and cautiously probed: [What do you think of Elvis...]
"Yi Yi." Tong Wanwan suddenly interrupted.
"Mr. Marshal, do you like me?"
1551: […?!]
It's going to explode!
Why did the host suddenly become enlightened?
Obviously, he had gotten very close to Elvis before.
Tong Wanwan pursed her lips, unable to explain what she felt in her heart.
actually……
She could feel—
In that silent moment, the Marshal's fingers touched lightly, and it didn't seem like an accidental move.
Only after she spoke did the man suddenly withdraw his hand.
A look of loss flashed across his eyes, as if a heart that was eager yet reserved, impulsive yet restrained was withdrawn.
It made her heart... tremble.
(End of this chapter)
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