The few days after the competition is usually the most relaxed stage. There is still a long time before the next game. Everyone is resting and basically watching the live broadcast replay to find out the problems and advantages of themselves and other military schools.
Wei San took Xiao Eli's aircraft to fly around and came back. He lowered his head and sent a message to Ying Xingjue, saying that he wanted to remove the compressed explosives on the micro data recorder.
When Ying Xingjue received this message, he lowered his head and prepared to send a message: OK, when...
Before he finished typing and sent a sentence, there were several knocks outside the window.
Almost instantly, Ying Xingjue knew who was outside the window. He went forward to open the window, and sure enough, Wei San was outside.
"Can I go in?" Wei San asked, holding the edge of the window with both hands.
She asked strangely. This was not the first time Wei San climbed through the window. Previously, he just came in directly without asking him.
Ying Xingjue's eyelashes moved up and down, and he stretched out his hand to Wei San outside the window: "Come in."
Wei San stared at Ying Xingjue's clean and slender fingers for a long time, and finally held his hand. With the help of the other party's strength, he jumped into the room. After entering, Wei San quickly let go of his hand.
Ying Xingjue hung beside his trouser legs, with his ring finger and little finger slightly curled up, and said: "I'll let him come over now."
Wei San nodded: "I'll wait here."
He contacted the middle-aged man from last night to come over. Wei San stood in the room and waited quietly, his eyes fell on the opposite wall, and he didn't know what he was thinking. On
the other side, in the living room, Huo Jian and Ji Chuyu both came out and stood quietly behind Ying Xingjue's door.
Since Ying Xingjue had two accidents, after returning, they have been paying attention to the movements in Ying Xingjue's room all the time to prevent similar situations from happening again. Therefore, when there was an extra person in Ying Xingjue's room, the two of them immediately came over.
"Sit here and wait." After Ying Xingjue sent the message, he pulled a chair in the room and asked Wei San to sit down, then turned and walked to the door.
He opened the door a little and saw Huo Jian and Ji Chuyu standing outside: "I'm fine."
Ji Chuyu stood on the left and could see a little inside the door and found a pair of feet.
The gap between the door and the door was not big, so he couldn't see anyone, but he recognized the shoes, they were Damocles military boots.
A name appeared in Ji Chuyu's mind almost instantly.
"We are in the living room." Huo Jian said, and then pulled Ji Chuyu away.
The door closed again. Situ Jia, who was waiting in the living room, asked, "Who's in there?"
Huo Jian couldn't see from that position, so he turned to look at Ji Chuyu.
"Wei San." Ji Chuyu sat down and said.
Situ Jia breathed a sigh of relief. He was not a criminal. However, "Why does Wei San always climb through the window? He never goes through the main entrance."
"I heard that she liked to climb over the wall in Damocles Military Academy." Huo Jian suddenly said, "Maybe it's a quirk."
Huo Jian didn't know about Damocles Military Academy before. Later, during training and competitions, he faced Huo Xuanshan. For some reason, he went to the Damocles Military Academy forum and secretly browsed it. He saw this information from the forum.
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"We went to see Doctor Jing in the early morning." Wei San said, "They were indeed the ones who placed the compressed explosives."
"To control you?" Ying Xingjue asked.
"Almost." Wei San looked up at him, "To be more precise, they control the people infected by the black insect mist."
Ying Xingjue frowned: "Can they confirm your situation?"
"The test results of the nutrient solution are out. There is a variant of the black insect mist in it. Someone or the infected person has tampered with the nutrient solution." Wei San looked down at his wrist. The wound had healed and no trace could be seen. "In order to prevent accidents, they added compressed explosives to the micro data recorder."
Ying Xingjue stood opposite Wei San and looked at her: "They didn't tell you in advance."
Wei San put his hands on the desk: "You have seen the black air in my blood. I was infected, but I haven't been swallowed by the black insect mist for the time being."
"On Fantasy Night Star, my perception can remove the black insect fog." Ying Xingjue looked into Wei San's eyes, "Maybe we can give it a try."
Wei San stretched out a hand and said nonchalantly, "Then you try it."
Ying Xingjue did not directly hold Wei San's hand, but took out a small knife and a culture dish from the medical box on the table, and gently pressed one of her index fingers: "I will draw a line on it..."
Before he finished speaking, Wei San stretched out his other hand to hold Ying Xingjue's hand, and with a strong draw, the blood on his finger instantly dripped into the culture dish.
Seeing Ying Xingjue frowning, Wei San smiled and said, "It's just a superficial wound. Just apply some medicine."
He was silent for a long time and whispered, "It hurts."
Wei San looked down at the scratched finger and said, "Soldiers often get injured. This is nothing."
Ying Xingjue didn't try it in a hurry, but held Wei San's hand and applied medicine to her quietly.
"If Ji Chuyu saw the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army applying medicine for me, he might be angry to death." Wei San looked at Ying Xingjue applying medicine and suddenly said.
Ying Xingjue didn't respond to her words, but lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the excess medicine that overflowed from the wound on the fingertip.
Afterwards, Ying Xingjue used his perception to cover the blood on the culture dish. As he saw, the black gas gradually dissipated, but the vitality in the blood suddenly disappeared.
"How is it?" Wei San asked when he saw him concentrating his perception.
Ying Xingjue whispered, "The black gas and your blood have been completely mixed together."
The two are interdependent. If he uses his perception to attack the black gas, it is equivalent to attacking Wei San.
"Try again, no need to take blood." Wei San stood up and stretched out his hand to him again.
Ying Xingjue lowered his eyes and said okay.
This time, the two held hands together, and Ying Xingjue's perception penetrated into Wei San's body from the palm of his hand.
Originally, Wei San was extremely repellent to Ying Xingjue's perception entering her brain. From the moment his perception penetrated, she had been suppressing an impulse of impatience.
"You start."
Ying Xingjue used his perception to try to cover and eliminate the black air. Wei San was obviously very uncomfortable. Her black pupils kept getting darker, and even had the urge to spread out in all directions.
"Wei San?" Ying Xingjue noticed it, and he stopped attacking her with his perception.
But at this moment, Wei San's eyes looking at him had become cold and unfamiliar.
"You..."
Wei San directly pushed Ying Xingjue to the wall. One of their hands was still clasped, but her other hand was pressed tightly on his shoulder, making him unable to move.
The moment Ying Xingjue's body hit the wall, the people in the living room heard the sound. Ji Chuyu immediately stood up and stood at the door and asked: "Xingjue?"
"...I'm fine." Ying Xingjue closed his eyes, "Someone will come later, let him come in directly."
Hearing Ying Xingjue's normal tone and clear speech, Ji Chuyu finally returned to the living room and sat down. Since it was Wei San inside, she should not do anything. If
he had just pushed the door open, he would have found that Ying Xingjue and Wei San were standing face to face with their necks intertwined, with an extremely ambiguous posture.
When Ying Xingjue stopped using his perception to attack, Wei San had not yet completely regained consciousness. Instead, she was seduced by his perception power and moved to the wall, rubbing against his ear.
She was unconsciously craving this perception power in him.
Disgust and fear intertwined with the suppressed desire, causing Wei San to press Ying Xingjue's shoulder tightly with one hand, while leaning her head very close to his neck. Her breath hit his cold white skin, and that small patch of skin gradually turned red.
Ying Xingjue looked up at the light on the ceiling, his Adam's apple moved, and he retracted his perception, whispering to her: "Wei San, wake up."
Without the super 3s level perception, Wei San's eyes gradually returned to normal, and he was completely awake.
She suddenly let go of Ying Xingjue's hand, took a step back, and said in a wolfish tone, "Sorry."
Ying Xingjue's back was aching. Wei San had just used at least 50% of his strength to pin him against the wall.
"My perception can't help you." Ying Xingjue clenched his hands hanging on the side of his thighs in the air. His perception could even arouse Wei San's attack and make her unconscious.
Wei San raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, smiling, "It's okay. It seems that the independent army has no problem taking precautions."
The two stood quietly on opposite sides, and no one spoke again.
About half an hour later, the middle-aged man came in, took out a toolbox and asked: "Just dismantle the compressed explosives without damaging the recorder?"
Wei San's eyes fell on the miniature data recorder and asked: "If we don't dismantle it, but just change the control switch that controls the compressed explosives, is that okay?"
The middle-aged man was stunned and subconsciously looked at Ying Xingjue.
Ying Xingjue did not speak, and he just looked down at the floor quietly.
"I want to be able to control the compressed explosives." Wei San continued.
The middle-aged man turned around and said: "This can be done. I have studied the miniature data recorder before. It won't take too long."
"That's troublesome."
The middle-aged man disassembled the compressed explosive, took out the control system inside, and then took out something the size of a small button from the toolbox: "After reinstalling the compressed explosive, just press this lightly and the compressed explosive on the micro data recorder will be activated."
Wei San took it and held it in his hand to play with it and took a look: "It's a bit small and easy to fall off."
The middle-aged man lowered his head to modify it and nodded: "It can be controlled by a system connected to the optical computer, but I think the optical computer may be hacked, so this kind of physical control button will be safer."
Wei San stood in front of the toolbox brought by the middle-aged man and took a look, and said: "Lend me your tools."
She sat down, took out some unused mecha materials, and slowly twisted them with pointed pliers. She also had some other things on hand.
The middle-aged man occasionally looked up and saw Wei San's movements: "You might be a good material for learning mechanics."
Wei San smiled and said, "I will definitely come to learn the craft from you when I stop making mechas in the future."
When the middle-aged man modified the micro data recorder, the thing in Wei San's hand was almost finished.
Originally, it was just a button device the size of a small button, but Wei San made it into a necklace-shaped thing.
The chain is a thin chain twisted with mecha materials. The button device can be seen by opening the flap in the middle. This flap box can prevent accidental touch.
"This is done." The middle-aged man put down the micro data recorder, packed up the tools, and left first.
After leaving, the room fell into silence again.
Finally, it was Wei San who broke the silence. She stood up and said with a smile: "The infected are still too dangerous, especially those of my high level, who really need a shackle."
Ying Xingjue ignored her words.
Wei San grabbed the 'necklace' on the table and raised his hand to Ying Xingjue: "This is for you, I hope you can keep it."