Sheng Heng entered the cockpit and started the mecha. The first thing he did was to look at Yan Hao standing in the corner of the training room through the virtual screen of the mecha. With a slight movement of his fingers, Yan Hao's face on the virtual screen was magnified.
Yan Hao was also looking up at Hei Hun at this time. When the image was enlarged, their eyes met through the screen. Unable to help himself, Sheng Heng reached out and touched Yan Hao's eyes.
Yan Hao was completely unaware, his big eyes were full of brilliance. He saw that Sheng Heng had been there for a long time without any movement, so he couldn't help but lower his head and press the optical computer terminal on his right wrist. Then, the notification sound of the communicator sounded in the cockpit of the mecha.
Sheng Heng connected the communicator.
"Brother Heng, is there something wrong with the mecha?" Yan Hao asked.
"No." Sheng Heng shook his head.
"Then why don't you start it?" Yan Hao asked.
Sheng Heng finally realized that he had been in the cockpit for a long time and was only busy looking at his sweetheart: "I'm checking the weapon parameters."
Sheng Heng cleverly found an excuse.
"How is it? Isn't it great?" Yan Hao asked with some pride.
Sheng Heng quickly called up the weapon parameters of the particle cannon. He was shocked when he saw it. These parameters could not possibly be the parameters of a level six weapon. Even if it was made by Master Pang himself, it would be impossible for a level six weapon to be so powerful.
"This... Xiaohao, what level of weapon is this?" Sheng Heng asked in horror.
"My master hasn't made any weapons below level eight in more than ten years." Yan Hao said.
"Level 8 weapon?" Ever since his hand was injured, Sheng Heng knew that the Black Soul was probably the highest level mecha he could drive in his lifetime. Level 8 mechas were something that even his eldest brother Sheng Zhuo could only get in touch with after he had joined the army for a long time, relying on his military exploits and strength.
Although Yan Hao only equipped himself with level eight weapons, and Dark Soul was still a level six mecha, level eight weapons have always been something only level eight mechas could possess.
"This particle cannon is level eight, but the Dark Soul is only level six?" Sheng Heng asked.
"I designed a converter that can allow low-level mechas to be equipped with high-level weapons, but the energy consumption will be considerable. Although the weapons can be used, their power is definitely not as strong as that of mechas of the same level." Yan Hao urged again, "Try it quickly. I don't know how powerful this particle cannon can be on the Dark Soul."
Although Yan Hao had already made a rough calculation, this converter was being used on a mecha for the first time, and without practical data, he was not too sure.
"Okay." At this time, not only Yan Hao, but Sheng Heng also wanted to know the power of this new weapon. He immediately activated the weapon system, aimed at a wall in the training ground that was specially used to test the strength of weapons, and after the weapon was fully charged, he fired a shot.
With a loud "bang", the detector connected to the wall began to flash continuously, and the number representing the power of the weapon was constantly rising. After about three seconds, it stopped at a stable value: weapon damage value 89785, weapon assessment, super level seven weapon.
As the name suggests, super level 7 weapons are weapons whose power exceeds that of level 7 weapons but have not reached the strength of level 8.
Although he did not fully unleash the original power of this weapon, Sheng Heng was already very satisfied. The destructive power was more than five times that of the Dark Soul's original destructive power.
If all black souls can be equipped with such weapons in the future, and if I can drive such a black soul into the battlefield, then I can become a level 7 mecha warrior. No, if I work harder, with my S-level mental power, I may be able to become an eight-level mecha warrior.
Can I become an eighth-level mecha warrior?
In addition to the mecha, Yan Hao naturally also saw the weapon's evaluation value, 89785, which was actually higher than he imagined.
"Teacher is so amazing. The power of the eighth-level weapon he made is 50% higher than that of the same level." Yan Hao subtracted the damage value of 89785 from the damage value he initially calculated and quickly figured out the difference.
When Yan Hao was surprised, the door of the mecha cockpit opened at this time. Sheng Heng jumped out of the cockpit and ran in front of Yan Hao in two steps.
Sheng Heng's chest was heaving violently, and his fingers were trembling slightly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to express the emotion clearly.
Just when Sheng Heng was trying to calm down and wanted to say something, Yan Hao spoke first: "Do you like the gift I gave you?"
"I like it!" How could Sheng Heng not like it? He almost liked it to death.
This was not just a gift, it was his dream since he was a child. With these two particle cannons, his Black Soul had the strength of a seventh-tier mecha, and his father no longer had any reason to forbid him from going to the battlefield.
The teacher said that we should confess our feelings to the seniors when they are most touched and happy. Now should be that time.
"Brother." It was the first time in Yan Hao's life that he confessed his love to someone. He was a little nervous, and his heart was pounding.
Sheng Heng tricked Yan Hao into calling him "brother". He told Yan Hao that children call him "brother" to act like a spoiled child, and requests made when acting like a spoiled child are most likely to be accepted. Since then, Yan Hao would call him this whenever he asked him for something.
When Sheng Heng heard Yan Hao calling him brother, he knew that Yan Hao wanted his help, so he immediately collected his thoughts and looked at Yan Hao. He thought to himself that no matter what Yan Hao said later, he would definitely help.
Yan Hao suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Sheng Heng's hand.
Sheng Heng froze, looking at Yan Hao with confusion and fear, and at the same time, he kept telling himself in his heart not to think too much, not to think too much.
"This converter is a confession gift I specially prepared for you."
What!
Sheng Heng only felt a loud bang in his brain, as if someone covered it with a big bell and hit it hard, and the buzzing sound was the echo of Yan Hao's previous words.
I specially prepared a confession gift for you, a confession gift, a gift~~~
"I... Although I have never been in a relationship, I think that you should like me too, senior, right?" After saying that, Yan Hao waited for Sheng Heng's answer with great anticipation.
What answered Yan Hao was Sheng Heng's suddenly clenched palm. The palm was so strong that Yan Hao frowned slightly in pain, but he still did not pull his hand back.
Before he confessed his love, Mr. Pang warned him that he must hold the other person's hand when confessing his love. Firstly, it shows sincerity. Secondly, if the other person is reserved and refuses to agree, he can still hold the hand to persuade him. Thirdly, if the other person agrees, then he has to hold the hand even more.
Yan Hao endured the pain and didn't let go of his hand, but his expression of enduring pain caught Sheng Heng's eyes, which instantly brought him back to his senses, and he subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand. Yan Hao felt that Sheng Heng was about to pull his hand back, and he immediately became anxious, and grabbed it with his other hand, and used both hands to pull Sheng Heng's hand back.
"Brother, are you... going to let go?"
Let go? Never in this life.
Sheng Heng stretched out his arm and Yan Hao was easily pulled over by him. Sheng Heng turned around and pushed the man against the wall.
Yan Hao was very familiar with this posture. Wasn't that the couple in the coffee shop bathroom in this posture? Senior Sheng Heng agreed, right?
"You agreed." Yan Hao shouted happily.
How could I not agree?
Sheng Heng leaned over and gave the answer with his action. The kiss that he had been thinking about for countless days and nights but had never been able to realize finally came true at this moment.
“Hmm!”
When Sheng Heng's lips pressed down on him, Yan Hao didn't feel anything. But when Sheng Heng was not satisfied with just tearing the membrane of his lips and forcefully pried open his lips and sucked on the tip of his tongue, Yan Hao wanted to scream out in horror, but all his sounds were blocked by Sheng Heng and finally turned into an ambiguous groan.
It was unknown how much time had passed, but just when Yan Hao felt his tongue was numb and he had no feeling, Sheng Heng finally let him go. Yan Hao was already dumbfounded, staring at Sheng Heng with his eyes wide open, looking like he hadn't come back to his senses yet.
Sheng Heng looked satisfied, chuckled, raised his hand, and gently wiped away the silver hair from the corner of Yan Hao's mouth.
"Hiss~~" Yan Hao cried out in pain.
"Does it hurt? Sorry." Although Sheng Heng's movements were gentle, he was too excited just now and accidentally bit Yan Hao's lip while kissing.
"No...it's okay, it's just...I'm not ready yet." Yan Hao lowered his head and said in a low voice.
Sheng Heng's expression froze, and the joy in his eyes was replaced by fear. What does "not ready" mean? Is Xiao Hao going to regret it?
"What do you mean?" Sheng Heng didn't dare to ask the word "regret".
"I'm not ready for that yet." Yan Hao repeated.
"Which one?"
"Just, sex life." After saying that, Yan Hao, who was a virgin for two lifetimes, blushed immediately.
"!!" How did it end up like that? Sheng Heng was shocked. Although he had been thinking about Yan Hao for a long time, he had no intention of desecrating Yan Hao. Kissing like he did just now was already the pinnacle of his fantasy.
"According to investigations and research, humans, like animals, will show mild violent tendencies when sexual desires accumulate to a certain level, usually manifested in biting and gnawing, and your male hormones just surged." Yan Hao whispered.
“Pfft… Hahahaha…” Sheng Heng couldn’t hold back any longer, and pulled Yan Hao, who was still analyzing seriously, into his arms, laughing heartily, as if he was amused by what Yan Hao had just said, or as if he wanted to express his joy after being confessed to by the person he secretly loved. Sheng Heng hugged Yan Hao tightly and laughed unscrupulously for a long time.
"So, my junior brother, you have even considered this kind of thing?"
Sheng Heng swore that he had never thought about it when he kissed Yan Hao just now, but now, he did.
"If you accept my confession, we will be lovers. After lovers get married, they will be companions. Of course companions have to consider this." As a rigorous mathematical genius, Yan Hao usually thinks about things longer-term than others.
"Partner? Xiaohao, are you proposing to me?" The smile on Sheng Heng's face became even more intense.
"If we are still together after graduation, I will propose to you." Yan Hao has also thought about this issue seriously.
The smile on Sheng Heng's face faded slightly, and his expression became solemn. His fingers unconsciously pinched Yan Hao's tender palm, and he promised solemnly: "I'll wait."
Yan Hao was overjoyed when he heard this: "Did I succeed in my confession?"
As a rigorous science and engineering man, Yan Hao needs a positive answer.
"I responded to you so enthusiastically, didn't Xiaohao feel it? Let's do it again." As he said that, Sheng Heng lowered his head and kissed her again.
Yan Hao groaned and was pressed against the wall again.
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