The allure of the Purple Beauty Beast. Lian Han disdainfully tossed the fox onto the bed, "Don't use your abilities on me, I told you it's useless! I'll settle the score with you later."
"Does General Ning really enjoy opening doors without the owner's permission?"
Lian Han looked at Ning Jue, clearly not intending to let the matter drop. So what if he's an admiral? Is his starship so great? What's he thinking, barging into a girl's room like that? Doesn't he know it might be inconvenient?
"It was my mistake, and I will never do it again. How can you forgive me?" General Ning readily admitted his mistake.
He had thought the child was being childish and deliberately didn't want to open the door, never expecting that the other person had just come out of the shower.
However, his question hit the nail on the head. Lian Han frowned. Regardless of how much the other person saw in that brief moment, even if they saw everything, could she expect them to take responsibility? The social customs of this era were so open that if it was consensual, even if they slept together, nothing would happen afterward. Besides, he was in his thirties, more than twice her age—he was clearly disgusted, wasn't he?
General Ning was unaware that he had been rejected. Seeing the girl's brows furrowing more and more, he suggested, "How about this? Be my armor maker for two days, and I'll teach you how to modify a mecha?"
"Can you do it?" Lian Han questioned.
"The entire military knows that I don't have a dedicated armor engineer; all my mechs are custom-made."
Lian Han quickly agreed, "Okay then. When do we start?"
She had no clue how to learn the course on mecha modification, just like she was confused when she only looked at the design drawings of parts.
Although the process was somewhat tortuous, General Ning, having successfully achieved his goal, took his leave very politely.
Anyone with a basic understanding of mecha manufacturing knows that mecha modulation starts with the most basic mecha. As the mechas become more complex, the number of items requiring frequency modulation also increases. For someone like her to start with 3S right away—if he doesn't discourage this young girl from pursuing a card-making major, he'll admit defeat.
Since she said that people forced her to learn card games, then he'll play the villain and push her to the very end.
Old Xing, who saw through everything, simply smiled and said nothing...
The two, each with their own thoughts, met in the mech hangar the following morning. "Tonight is New Year's Eve, will this...?"
"Don't worry, all the preparations are complete. I'm just showing you the outside. You're not scared, are you?"
"Uncle Ning is overthinking it." Lian Han's eyelids twitched, and he walked to the armorer's seat in the mecha cabin and sat down.
Modulating the mecha is another application for armor makers. A mecha is a very large structure, and once it is in operation, it will immediately experience energy loss and even wear and tear on its parts. At this time, armor makers need to modulate the energy frequency of these parts to reduce energy loss and wear and tear on the parts, making the mecha more durable and extending its lifespan.
"Take a look at what needs to be adjusted, we're leaving." Ning Jue sat in the pilot's seat of the mecha cockpit and started the mecha.
Without warning, the Yuting mecha took off and left the hangar. Even Han didn't sense the slightest tremor during this process, truly befitting a 3S mecha.
Lian Han exclaimed in admiration, then opened the mecha's debugging screen. Her smile froze. There were at least a hundred items on it. She felt that something was not quite right.
[Let's take it one step at a time.] Old Xing suggested, [Following the book, start with the top one, imagine its suitable frequency range, and then modulate it. Anyway, General Ning is teaching you, so take your time.]
Lian Han thought it was feasible, so they started from the top.
Piloting the mecha smoothly, Ning Jue finally looked at Lian Han. The little girl was not panicked, but instead worked hard to start adjusting from the first one.
"Good character." Ning Jue nodded slightly, though this did not change his desire for the other party to learn armor making.
"Prepare the reddish-brown items first, as those areas suffer the most loss."
"Okay." Lian Han found a project that was turning red, and used his mental energy to adjust it to a suitable range. However, as soon as he used his mental energy, the area immediately turned red again.
Lian Han: ? ? ?
“Frequency rebound is a normal phenomenon,” Ning Jue, who had been watching her closely, explained. “Suppressing it with a portion of your mental energy will make the situation much better.”
Lian Han tried, using 1/6 of her mental energy to control the frequency, but soon she saw several more options highlighted in red. Considering there were over a hundred adjustable options in total, Lian Han was starting to go crazy.
[Girl, if S-rank mental power can create a 3S mecha, then what's the point of having 3S mecha makers? You're just here to practice; create as many as you can. Anyway, General Ning sent you, so how could he blame you?]
Okay, I'll try again.
Lian Han realized that she wasn't even a mecha maker yet, so why bother competing with 3S-level mechas? She should just focus on doing what she could do.
With this in mind, Lian Han began working on the next project. Ning Jue, unaware of Old Man Xing's existence, saw this and nodded to himself, thinking, "What a determined child."
Lian Han's mental energy quickly ran out. The girl rubbed her temples and began watching Ning Jue pilot the mecha. "Is the mecha's appearance disguised?"
"Since it's just on the outskirts, of course it's been disguised. Otherwise, these insects would either turn and run away or attack me like crazy when they see me," Ning Jue said casually.
"It seems Uncle Ning has quite a bit of prestige among the Zerg."
"Not only me, Marshal Ling is the same."
Moreover, his opponent was even more ruthless than him. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be here guarding the Zerg while everyone else had already returned to the capital star for the New Year.
Ning Jue's thoughts were naturally unknown to Lian Han. The girl scanned the battlefield through the screen, seeing all sorts of bizarre insectoids, but not a single humanoid like Liz. This didn't necessarily mean the Federation had ridden those humanoid insectoids in humanoid insectoids. The two races had been at war for many years, but communication was minimal, and they still had only a superficial understanding of each other's internal affairs.
"I've wanted to ask you this before, why don't you want to come to the military? Aren't soldiers worthy of respect?" Ning Jue asked while Lian Han was waiting for his mental energy to recover, tearing apart a worm.
“Soldiers protect their country and deserve our utmost respect.” Lian Han looked up at him, his eyes bright and clear. “But people’s hearts change. When you achieve success and fame, who knows if someone who was your comrade-in-arms a moment ago will turn against you the next? I can’t live like that.”
"You haven't even tried, how do you know you'll definitely succeed?" Ning Jue raised an eyebrow at her.
"Because my surname is Ling." The girl smiled, her brows radiating confidence. "Either I don't do it, or I do it to the best of my ability."
"Very confident." And indeed, he deserves that confidence.
Ning Jue suddenly doubted his decision. Could someone like him give up on his chosen goal? But soon, he became determined again. How would he know he couldn't do it if he didn't try?
Children's temperaments are the most fickle.
"Let's continue now that your mental strength has recovered. Let's see how many mecha parts you can modify on your first try."
Even though his mental strength had only recovered to one-third, Lian Hai still looked back at the armor maker's screen and tried again...
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