Because the Super 3S-class mecha of Yamamiya Hazan was severely damaged in the extreme cold arena, Wei San needed to dismantle it again. She laid the mecha horizontally in the studio, stood on it, dismantled the damaged mecha shell, and inspected the damaged parts.

This is not a cross-class mecha. The materials used are all Super 3S-class star beast materials. It takes a lot of perception to repair it. Wei San is repairing this mecha here. There is a box of injections on the workbench. If you feel uncomfortable, you need to inject the liquid immediately. However, Wei San has used up half of the box of injections before repairing the wiring in the mecha cabin, and there is a row of pinhole marks on his arm.

The source had not been in Wei San's body for long, and often wanted to take the opportunity to control her, especially in this situation where she needed to release a lot of perception. Ying Xingjue had been observing her condition.

But when Wei San was working, she hated being disturbed, even if the source of the disturbance came from her own body. Every time she had to get an injection at a critical moment, Wei San thought it was troublesome, so she gradually pushed the time to suppress the black gas for one more second.

At the end of the day, the box of injections on the workbench was used up, and Wei San had almost finished half of the mecha. She turned around and saw Ying Xingjue, a little dazed: "You are still here?"

Ying Xingjue came over with ointment to wipe the needle marks on her arm.

"This is not considered an injury." Wei San looked down at his arm and took the medicine from his hand. "I'll keep the medicine for now and use it when I get hurt in the future."

"Doctor Jing said that if we give him some time, maybe we can change the medicine and he won't have to keep getting injections."

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San looked up at Ying Xingjue: "Thank you for your trouble."

"...I should have done it." Ying Xingjue lowered his eyes. Sometimes she was too different from him, so that he kept thinking about the time when the person who said 'I like you' was actually controlled by the source.

"We have no relatives, why should we?" Wei San grabbed Ying Xingjue's long hair and played with it in his hands.

Ying Xingjue raised his eyelashes slightly: "We are related."

Wei San: "?"

Okay, they did kiss, and the command logic is really strong.

"In that case." Wei San leaned his head against Ying Xingjue's ear, "We've already kissed, why don't we start dating?"

Commander Ying, who always had quick thoughts, didn't know what to say at this moment. He even took a step back, subconsciously wanting to look into Wei San's eyes.

But Wei San didn't do as he wished. Instead, he followed closely until Ying Xingjue's waist was against the workbench. Because something was pressed against his waist, he reflexively supported his hands on the workbench.

"Commander Ying regrets it?" Wei San leaned against his ear and moved back slightly, almost touching his face.

"Wei San, are you sober now?" Ying Xingjue asked with a frown. She always liked to speak and act casually, but not with this tone of voice and actions, which made him suspect that there was a problem.

"......Guess." Wei San's eyes held a faint smile, but he didn't let him see it.

Ying Xingjue raised his hand to push Wei San away, but she held his hand: "Maybe we should command, and use perception to check."

Wei San never let his perception enter her mind, only the black air wanted to devour his perception. Ying Xingjue was more suspicious of Wei San's current state. When he was about to push him away again, she suddenly kissed him, and the warm touch was transmitted to the brain through her lips.

"......"

Even Ying Xingjue couldn't refuse the person he liked who took the initiative. He held Wei San's hand in reverse, hesitated for a moment, and released his perception into Wei San's mind.

Before entering, he had been prepared. This person was Wei San controlled by the black air.

However, what he felt was not the scene he imagined, but...

Ying Xingjue's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his hands loosened slightly, and then interlocked with Wei Sanshi's fingers.

...

When Wei San let go of Ying Xingjue, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a pair of clean and clear eyes: "Commander Ying has checked it with perception, how is it?"

"..."

Ying Xingjue wanted to skip this question, he lowered his eyes and looked at the two people's interlocked hands: "I hope your body is fine."

Wei San didn't care, and took a step back: "It's time to go back and rest. The mecha will be debugged after it is repaired. I will get up early tomorrow."

"Okay."

After the super 3s-level mecha was completed, they could only practice with each other. Wei San, Ying Xingjue, and the Shan Gong brothers and sisters stayed in the First Military Region for two months. During this period, Wei San started to release another series of cross-level mechas. As for Lu Dian, he was not a super 3s level, and he had already informed others after Ji Yuande's death.

In early July, the two independent military districts officially returned to the Federation. After discussion, it was decided that the two military districts that defected that year would now take over the two-star defense line behind the original Samuel Military Academy. The independent army would send teachers to stay in the Samuel Military Academy to lead the cadets.

Samuel Military Academy was happy to have a group of excellent teachers. Xiao Eli has been showing off in his circle of friends these days, occasionally showing a group photo, saying who this person is and how many infected people that person has eliminated. He has no sense

that his military academy is the base camp of the infected. Only people like him can live happily, like others who are somewhat disappointed. However, all the major military academies soon received the news and prepared to continue the competition.

Due to the replacement of mechas, the training can no longer be the same as in previous years, and all military academy students must adapt to the new generation of mechas.

In order to ensure the normal progress of the competition, the organizers decided to give the military academy students two months to adjust and run-in. The first people to be busy were the mecha masters. They had to understand the structural drawings sent by Wei San as soon as possible, and make their own modifications to make suitable mechas for their own soldiers. At the same time, Yu Tianhe's group and Gong Yijue, Ying Chenghe and other mecha masters were also transforming and building other levels of cross-level mechas.

From this time on, the structural drawings and series of mechas of other mecha masters began to appear on Wei San's website, and the creation of mechas ushered in another era of booming.

Starting from August, the teams of the five major military academies gathered at the Imperial Capital Star to start a new round of running-in training. During this short two-month period, various problems continued to arise, but every military academy student tried his best to solve them.

However...

"Do you think Wei San and Ying Xingjue are too close?" Xiao Yilai squatted in the corner facing Xi Wutong, "It's okay that Yamamiya Ha Ren and Yamamiya Yunan are twin brothers and sisters, but why are they stuck together all day long?"

Xi Wutong: "...Are you used to the mecha?" Nowadays, changing mechas is too frequent. In the past, the mechas of the previous generation would be used for more than ten years, or even a lifetime.

"What does it have to do with my mecha? No one is used to it anyway." Xiao Yilai stared at Wei San and Ying Xingjue who were walking by. "The last time I went to see Ying Chenghe, I saw them holding hands. What do you think this is a new training method? It shouldn't be. The two are from different military academies."

Xi Wutong closed his eyes, thinking calmly about the problems he encountered on his mecha, and ignored Xiao Yilai.

Seeing that Xi Wutong ignored him, Xiao Yilai turned his head and asked Gao Xuelin next to him: "What do you think? How about we hold hands and try it? Could it be a new way to perceive it?"

Gao Xuelin glanced at Xiao Yilai, and the word "unlucky" was clearly on his face.

Jill Wood: "Fool."