Chapter 53 Desire to Protect That is a complete and strong protective attitude...
At this time, a loud announcement echoed above the venue:
"Please note! All participating drivers should assemble at Venue 1 immediately! The organizing committee will announce important matters! Please pay attention!"
Bai Ling stared nervously outside the corridor. Just across the wall was the main road of the venue. The soles of countless cowhide boots were tapping the ground rapidly and rhythmically, and the sound was transmitted to his ears without reservation.
Anyone who passed by and looked around the corner would see a man with a black veil on his face, arching his back, like a wild beast tasting meat for the winter. A bright red tip of his tongue would peek out from under the black veil, licking the fresh wound greedily and evilly.
When an omega is hurt, it triggers an alpha's strong desire to protect him.
The thick and heavy pheromones blocked the entire corridor. But for him, an area of only nine square meters was like compressing a huge wave into a needle tip.
He was like a pressure valve with a violently shaking needle; calm on the outside, but already approaching the red line on the inside.
"I...I have to go." Bai Ling was flustered and reminded in a low voice.
The mermaid turned a deaf ear to him and instead slightly increased the intensity of her licking. The tongue coating was densely covered with barbed protrusions, which brushed across the edge of the wound, instantly triggering a burning sensation in the peripheral nerves as if they were on fire.
"Hiss..." Bai Ling immediately turned his head and bit his lips tightly to prevent the sound from leaking out. He forced himself to endure a series of numbnesses that felt like electric shocks in his spine, but he couldn't stop his waist from trembling and his palms from getting wet.
……hateful.
He used to hate it most when the alphas in the team suddenly showed possessiveness after leaving the battlefield.
When it was his turn, he couldn't help wanting to indulge the other party...
"I repeat, the remaining drivers must gather at Venue 1 within three minutes!"
Among the hurried crowd, there was only a man wearing a closed face mask who walked slowly. When passing a secluded corner, he glanced casually, and suddenly his eyes fixed coldly on the entrance of the corridor.
In the dark passage, an alpha was "hunting" as if no one was around.
The person whose wrist was restrained and who was "forced to hunt" was the white-haired driver who was fearless and ready to die in the pre-race accident.
The man in black mask turned around and walked towards them without hesitation.
Bai Ling glanced at him and instantly discovered the other party. He reacted faster than his brain and instantly pulled out the micro particle gun from his waist. Before the other party could react, the cold shadow of the gun muzzle was already reflected on the mirror of the visor.
Bai Ling tilted his head expressionlessly, pointing the gun at the black mask's forehead: "My shooting skills are very accurate. If you don't want to die, get out of here."
Unexpectedly, Black Mask did not leave in a hurry, but stepped on the dividing line of the gloomy pheromone control and asked in a cold voice:
"Don't let the alpha's pheromones get to your head. Do you know what he's doing?"
As both are alphas, Black Mask knows very well that alphas secrete "placeholders" in their back molars for marking.
Just as a poisonous snake injects venom to make a person lose the ability to move, [Placeholder] also contains a trace amount of paralyzing effect. It will not cause any harm to the omega's body, but it will definitely make the omega feel euphoric, thus becoming docile in temperament or even losing their mind.
In Black Mask's opinion, "White Zero" was controlled by the [placeholder] of the high-level alpha.
But in front of him, the proud falcon easily pulled away the wrist that had been licked, and suddenly put his arms around the alpha's shoulders and pressed the hooded head against his neck, while his hand holding the gun was so steady that the muzzle did not move at all.
It was a complete and strong protective posture.
Protecting his alpha.
"You're asking me what he's doing?" Bai Ling sneered, "He's protecting his food. Don't you have eyes under that mask?"
Black Mask: "Protecting food?"
Bai Ling raised his chin and said, "Yes, protect me."
There was an awkward silence, and the man in black mask said, "You're on your own," and left.
Bai Ling: “?”
Are they familiar with each other? How can you just say something like that when you are just a stranger to me?
Feeling the mermaid gripping his waist, Bai Ling turned his head and watched his green eyes, which were filled with dark waves, gradually calm down, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the man with the mask didn’t take one more step forward.
Otherwise, if he walked into the old guy's blockade area, Yu Chen would tear him apart alive without him having to wait for him to shoot.
Never challenge the bottom line of a food-protecting alpha, this is the truth of life.
The broadcast overhead stopped shouting, and the footsteps outside the corridor became fainter.
Bai Ling couldn't delay any longer. Before leaving, he also imitated Yu Chen's usual way of comforting himself, reaching his hand into the wide cloak, touching the mermaid's back, smoothing the golden curly hair with the technique of touching a small animal, and admonished:
"Stay here and don't leave. I'll be back soon. Don't believe anything anyone says."
Yu Chen turned around, apparently regaining his composure, and said with a low laugh: "I'm not Little Red Riding Hood, who will be taken away by the Big Bad Wolf."
"You are not Little Red Riding Hood, you are Big Blue Tail." Bai Ling said unhappily, "Although there is no Big Bad Wolf here, there are ospreys, egrets, and pelicans, all of which can take you away."
Big blue tail... Yu Chen muttered this word to himself, and suddenly put his fingers together and shook them slightly left and right.
Bai Ling didn't understand his gesture: "What do you mean?"
"The sign language invented by the ancient mermaids after they came ashore."
"Sign language," Bai Ling found it interesting and followed suit, "What does this mean?"
"Wag your blue tail happily." Yu Chen said implicitly.
Bai Ling was stunned: "Eh..."
Kind of cute!
Bai Ling smiled and said, "Teach me some mermaid sign language next time."
“Okay,” the mermaid responded gently, removing her coat and draping it over his shoulders.
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In the venue.
The crowd below the stage was surging, and from time to time, there were quarrels of dissatisfaction.
Bai Ling arrived late.
Lu Xun noticed the soft cashmere windbreaker on him and asked sourly, "Have you gone to see your parents?"
Bai Ling answered casually: "Yeah."
He tightened his coat and glanced around, noting that most people looked uneasy. "What are they arguing about?"
Lu Xun said distressedly, "They are protesting and demanding that the conference be postponed for half a month. Because of the accident, many people were frightened and need to stop competing to adjust. But they don't want to lose the competition points, so they want the conference to be postponed on its own initiative."
Bai Ling looked at the center of the quarrel and roughly divided them into two groups. One group is led by corvids and wading birds, and the other group has sharp eyes and strong claws, obviously birds of prey.
He stood and listened for a while, and finally understood.
Corvids and wading birds have slightly weaker attack power, and their performance is more dependent on the site environment and psychological factors. They firmly stated that they were affected by the accident and were in an unstable state of stress. They were not suitable to play and had to go home and adjust for half a month before coming back.
The Raptor said: I'm very busy. After the game I have to go home to help my wife hatch eggs. Hurry and finish this quickly. Don't even think about delaying it for a day!
Both sides hold their own opinions and both have their own reasons, making it difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong.
"Quiet!" A loud voice resounded on the stage.
Everyone looked towards the stage and saw a man with white hair and an energetic face. He turned out to be the honorary judge of the competition organizing committee, the respected vice president of the Mecha Association, Mr. Lu.
President Lu is over seventy years old, but his back is still straight and he looks majestic without even getting angry. No matter how reckless the young men below were, they had to give him some face, shut their mouths and wait for him to speak.
President Lu said loudly: "First of all, on behalf of the conference, I declare that the competition will go on as usual."
There was a chorus of boos from the audience, and complaints such as "unfair" and "not at all humane" popped up like a spring.
"Secondly, the accident safety investigation is ongoing, and it is initially determined that the illusion of food poisoning caused the driver to operate incorrectly. It was a personal accident, not a malicious attack."
As soon as President Lu finished speaking, someone in the audience curled their lips and said, "You have to compensate us for our mental damages."
"That's right, his mentality was broken before he even got on the court. How can we compete?"
"President Lu, let's postpone it..."
President Lu was furious when he saw how they were all cowering.
Even though he is an old man, he also fought with swords and sabers when he was young. Private mercenaries are not as good as the military elites. They are inherently weaker in talent and worse in equipment. In the past, many engineering companies and transportation giants would rather pay high prices for military escort than hire cheap mercenaries.
If it weren't for the diligence and hard work of the previous two generations of mercenaries, they would have created a blue ocean with their excellent professional skills and psychological qualities comparable to those of the military. Now, these extremely pampered pilots may not even have enough food to eat, let alone participate in the mecha competition.
Moreover, psychological quality is one of the important factors to test a driver's level.
Otherwise, if they encounter some unexpected accident, they will lose their mentality and quit their job. In the future, which passenger fleet will dare to hire mercenaries for escort?
They are looking for a bodyguard, not to invite a Buddha home!
However, what made President Lu and the elders of the organizing committee most angry was not their retreat, but——
"It has been more than 300 years since the establishment of the Imperial Mecha Union. Countless of your predecessors paved a way with sweat, blood and tears, allowing mecha pilots to break free from the military's technological blockade, shine among the people, and forge their own development path. In this process, the drivers helped each other and supported each other, which has become a tradition in the circle. From this, the mecha spirit of 'fairness, respect, and love' was summed up. However——"
Chairman Lu looked at everyone sternly: "From today's accident, I only saw that everyone was watching the victim and not helping. I want to ask the younger generation of drivers: where is your usual arrogance? The slogan of chasing the strong and helping the weak is in vain!"
His words were like thunder in the ears, and every word struck heavily on the spine, making everyone unable to bear the shame and lower their heads.
President Lu snorted coldly, "If the spirit of the competition is an important moral standard for measuring the level of drivers, then you have completely lost this game."
The drivers were shocked and all the past events came to their mind.
Indeed... many of them did not come from good backgrounds. Not only could they not afford to buy mechas, they did not even have the money to find a teacher to learn driving skills. To be able to get to where I am today, apart from my own efforts, is absolutely inseparable from the care of the trade union, the support of the community and the mutual help of colleagues.
The old lead the new, the seniors lead the juniors... The structure of the mecha is strict, and the driving danger is far greater than that of ordinary aircraft. One careless mistake can easily result in the destruction of the aircraft and the death of people. It is because of the selfless sharing of experience by countless predecessors that the accident rate has been reduced from 20% at one point to the current 0.05%.
And they actually took it for granted.
He even mocked and ridiculed his colleagues who got into trouble, showing no sympathy at all. Put yourself in their shoes. If you were accidentally in trouble and others didn’t come to your rescue, wouldn’t you be angry?
There was complete silence for a while, and then someone started to whisper, "President Lu is right. We have forgotten our roots." "If we encounter this kind of situation again, we will definitely go up and save people first."
The drivers, who usually seemed strong and tough, now blushed with shame.
Seeing that they were willing to admit their mistakes and turn back, President Lu felt relieved and nodded.
"In that case, I believe you will have no objection to what I am about to announce next."
What else? Everyone looked at each other.
President Lu announced loudly: "Then, after the unanimous decision of our competition organizing committee, this time the [Moral Style Award] will be awarded in advance to——"
"Bai Ling."
Hearing this name, everyone was stunned for a moment, frowning and asking each other: "Bai Ling, who is it?"
A clear and cold voice stood out among the crowd: "Me."
Countless heads turned their heads in an instant, like a wave suddenly rising on the sea, and Bai Ling was standing in the center of the wave.
He had a calm expression, seemingly unperturbed by fame or criticism, and no one would be unfamiliar with his iconic white hair.
It was the hero who turned the tide and successfully controlled the accident with zero casualties!
President Lu said: "According to the tradition of the conference, you also have the right to vote. If more than half of the people are against it, the Morality Award will be cancelled."
There was silence for a while.
Suddenly, without knowing who started it, like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, a round of applause rang out, followed by ripples. A dozen people responded excitedly, and finally, like a thunderstorm, the applause spread throughout the huge venue.
“I support it!”
"Bai Ling deserves the title!"
Even the foreign guests in the media seats shouted: "We support it too!"
Amid the enthusiastic support, Bai Ling asked Lu Xun in a confused voice: "Does this award come with money?"
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