He jumped up and down, as if testing the firmness of the bed. But then she rolled around on the bed a few times, which certainly didn't have much to do with the test.
When she tossed the bed, 329 was in the lull period between two upsurges. His skin was still sensitive, but his desire was not so high that he could stand quietly beside him, holding the cup that Asha brought, and drinking the energy drink that Asha brought. The hot drink tasted pretty good, though no idea what the ingredients were - and 329 didn't really want to know, especially the price. He watched Yasha make the bed, and he was beaming with the joy of participating in the summer camp. This proud woman has a very novel experience of living in low-rent housing, and she has been very happy for three days. Thank God, she is not pursuing the gaffe on the first night of 329.
"It's like a dream." Asha said once before falling asleep.
She was knotting in 329 when she said this, and they were both lying on their sides, Asha was behind 329, her head pressed against his back, furry and hot. They spent three raunchy days, but honestly, there's not much to try in such a small place. The food is provided by Yasha (she doesn't like compressed biscuits), sometimes she leaves to wash (or use high technology, who knows, anyway, not to use the bathroom here that often does not have hot water), she will not tie her own hair, it costs 329 Help her tie, and 329's workmanship is not satisfactory. 329 doesn't think it's "dreamy" these days, a dilapidated house and an omega with a general smell are not satisfactory at best.
This estrus period passed smoothly, and on the third morning, Yasha and her air cushion were both gone, leaving only a note, without writing anything as usual, and drew a kaomoji of blowing a kiss. 329 goes to work, refreshed after a long absence, and the omega's body also has such wonderful advantages. The estrus period didn't look like hell. In limited memory, this was the first time.
For the next whole month, 329 did not see Asha. Occasionally he would think of her, and sometimes he would even have a strange worry, wondering if there was anything wrong with an alpha at such a young age. Later he realized that he was just worrying about it. The rich and powerful even made venereal disease vaccines.
The bigger possibility is that she got bored, like a diner who eats a big bowl of something in one go, and suddenly loses her appetite for this kind of food. Even if it doesn't make a detour, it will take at least a year and a half Touch it again, if you remember then. Rich people just have fun trying something new, they have so many choices.
But the next month, Yasha appeared in front of 329 with her motorcycle.
This time he appeared in the middle of the night, and 329 was awake because he received a message in the afternoon. His watch made a ding-dong sound when he received a message. He thought it was a spam message and didn't read it, so the watch kept ringing "ding ding ding". 329 looked down, and a message popped up: [No need to go to work tonight, please go to bed early, see you at midnight! ＞3＜] After a few seconds, the message disappeared. After a few seconds, a new message popped up: [You read that right, please rest early?] As usual, it will be automatically deleted soon.
So 329 is very sure who wrote it, and is also quite sure that there will be no night shift today. He had an early dinner, washed up and went to bed, ready to pick him up.
Asha didn't look much different, and of course not even a growing teenager would change much in a month. She jumped off the motorcycle, asked 329 "Can I", and put gloves and a scarf on him after getting an affirmative answer. "It's going to be a bit cold today, we're going to a very high place." She smiled, "Very high."
They got on the locomotive.
The streets in the middle of the night are almost deserted, so even if there is a rampage, there is no need to worry about who will suffer. She seems to have modified the car again, and the power of the locomotive has become stronger. The roar of the motor was like thunder, which could wake up people in a radius of tens of miles. Alpha didn't seem worried at all, and didn't care at all.
Maybe she didn't choose late at night to deceive others, maybe she had her way to cover it up. The last time they raced in the street, no one around looked at them, 329 guessed that this car had optical equipment, enough to make the car and the people on it invisible. With such technology, it is not difficult to mask the sound. 329 suspected that this motorcycle didn't need such a loud sound at all, and it was just her little retro hobby that Asha made.
It's not that 329 hates this.
He likes the speed of the wind, the weightlessness of the locomotive when it turns and flicks, and the roar of the engine. Some people like to listen to the sound of rain, others like to hear the sound of wind, but 329 likes the sound of motors, perhaps because of the past experience in the repair shop. Civilian aircraft are always accompanied by a muffled "chug-chug", like some kind of signal, like some kind of horn. He doesn't remember how he became a hunter, but he does remember how his father carried his young self into the plane.
He sat on his father's lap and touched the dashboard, the joystick vibrating in his palm. The hulking old plane carried them silently and reliably like a domestic pack animal. At that time, he stretched his neck on top of his father to look out the window, thinking that one day, he would grow to a height where he could easily see out of the window without a cushion. One day, he will be able to fly.
"Hold on to me, please!" Asha said from the front.
The locomotive picked up speed again, dazzlingly fast. This is the first avenue in front of the city hall, even in the middle of the night, there are many cars. The hurricane hoverbike passed through the traffic, getting faster and faster, and even rushed straight towards the municipal building. There was already a train of thought ahead, and there was traffic on the left and right, but Yasha stepped on the accelerator without slowing down. 329's palms were sweating, and he grabbed Yasha tightly.
The wall hits us.
The next moment, they suddenly rose.
Suddenly turned up and down, left and right, the wall becomes the ground, and the night sky is ahead. The hoverbike rushed towards the municipal building, the front of the car was raised, and the position of the taillight was turned on, turning it into a thruster. The car, the wall, and their heads were all unharmed as they climbed the building, leaving the earth behind.
No one fell out of the car, and there was some kind of device on the locomotive to fix them here. Yasha's words just now were not so much a reminder, but rather a call to 329's attention. 329's heart was beating wildly in his chest, and he looked back, the ground was getting farther and farther away, and the torrent of vehicles and nightcrawlers was turning into ants. The voices of people and cars are fading away, and the neon lights and car lights turn into light bands. The farther the distance, the more unreal it becomes. It seems that it has nothing to do with him, and it doesn't matter.
The municipal buildings are the tallest public buildings in the shelter, and they keep climbing, getting taller. Before long, the spire was in sight. The locomotive rushed towards the spire of the municipal building, as if rushing towards the break of the bridge. Yasha whistled and said excitedly: "Come on!"
The locomotive flew off the broken bridge.
The propeller was silent, the motor roared, and this retro locomotive rushed out of the spire. There was no more road under the car, and the front of the car tilted slightly, but it didn't hit the roof. The two wings of the locomotive opened and stretched out a pair of wings.
That's right, a pair of wings. Not the stiff, immobile wings of a plane, but a pair of bird-like wings that vibrate up and down and have a bunch of fucking metal feathers on them. The locomotive circled in mid-air, fell in an arc, and suddenly flapped its wings at the lowest point and flew high. How would you describe this horse? This is a retro locomotive, a high-tech creation, and a steel unicorn in a child's dream. The shriek of the rider who modified it was the shriek of a kid on an amusement park roller coaster, crazy and happy.
329 wanted to shout too, and Asha's voice resonated with his throat. He almost wanted to shout, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. He's used to keeping silent to stay safe, or fabricating voices to gain peace, but his own voice is trapped inside him, unable to find his way out.
So what, they're flying.
The Iron Unicorn led them through the night, with the entire shelter at their feet. They hover or roll, sprint or turn, fall and rise again, the little alpha shows her skills, this show of stunts, only the two people in it can see. The change in gravity should have been dizzying, but 329 adapted well, as if he had forgotten and the body remembered.
"Am I flying well?" Asha asked.
They flew for a long time, criss-crossing the night sky. The speed of the locomotive finally slowed down, slowly raised, and the roller coaster turned into a Ferris wheel. Yasha opened her mouth happily, and 329 answered honestly: "Very good."
"I've been practicing for a long time." Yasha said triumphantly, "They won't let me touch the field machine, and I can build one myself."
"Use this for the first field operation? Isn't it a bit..." 329 paused, and said politely, "It's not very safe."
The little girl breathed in front of her, and 329 could guess her disapproving expression without looking at her face. She said: "The simulator can simulate almost everything, the degree of fidelity is more than 99.7%. I have flown tens of thousands of times in the virtual environment, and I have even died hundreds of times. They say 'living a battle is a veteran'. , I have lived and died so many battles, I can be an old general!"
329 knew about the simulator, but he didn't expect that the virtual environment of the rich and powerful could be simulated to this extent. Judging from Yasha's tone, she seemed to have experienced a complete version of the illusion without weakening her senses.
This was surprising, and 329 couldn't think of a reason for her doing so. Death under 100% pain is definitely not good. Yasha is undoubtedly well-off, and she looks pampered. It is hard to imagine that she will find the guilt by herself.
"I like it." As if anticipating his surprise, Asha said, "This is very interesting, but unfortunately not many people around me like it. Look at the rebels