Although Metierin was seriously injured and was a bloody mess when he was pulled out of the fire, he was full of energy again after soaking in the treatment chamber for a few hours, thanks to the powerful effect of the treatment chamber. He even dragged Weiyin into the training room for a fight, and his chatterbox level did not decrease at all.
So much so that Weiyin fell to the floor of the training room, grimacing in pain and shouting: "Isn't it said that people will always change after experiencing a disaster or being on the verge of death? You have changed a little bit!"
However, even after using a lot of tricks, it took Metierne's curled princess cut more than a week to return to its previous length.
Outside the porthole, passing through the quietly floating metal wreckage, transport ships constantly travel back and forth between the planet where the Divine Court is located and the Venus Belt.
Ye Pei had her ponytail tied high, holding a cup of espresso, and said cheerfully, "When these supplies and ammunition are shipped back, will the people in the Ministry of Finance wake up laughing in their dreams? I saw the Minister of Finance crying poor in the Leto Daily yesterday. He was blocked by the media in front of the Sky Diamond Plaza and asked whether humanoid mechas could be mass-produced. He wanted to run away but couldn't, so he had to stand there crying and even took out his handkerchief."
When she mentioned the humanoid mecha, her eyes suddenly lit up and her tone became excited: "Speaking of which, it's so cool, really so cool! Qi Yan, how does it feel to drive a mecha? Does your blood boil? Do you feel like you can sweep away thousands of troops and gallop across the universe?"
Mondrian on the side also looked at Qi Yan.
After thinking about it carefully, Qi Yan described it this way: "Because the speed is too fast and there is no slow-release protection system commonly used on starships, I feel dizzy in the cockpit and have a bit of chest tightness and shortness of breath, but it's very... cool."
At that time, he and Lu Fenghan took turns driving the mecha. In terms of driving time, his total driving time was less than one-tenth of Lu Fenghan's. But even after being injected with nerve and muscle relaxants, he was still close to collapse when leaving the cockpit and was half-carried down by Lu Fenghan.
"It has to be cool! The first truly humanoid combat mecha in the alliance!" Based on his scientific research spirit, Ye Pei has begun to think, "If the cockpit is equipped with slow-release protection, which effect will be better? Shock-absorbing materials? Air pressure adjustment technology? Special seats?"
Mondrian also thought: "Once the difficulties in the basic design of humanoid mechas are solved, it will no longer be a problem to expand. In the future, we should be able to design light mechas and heavy mechas, as well as long-range and close-combat types, etc., to meet different combat needs."
"That makes sense!" Ye Pei nodded, then thought, "No, the rebels have been wiped out, even the wise men are about to be taken back to Leto for trial, and the interstellar pirates have fled. There is no need to fight anymore."
After saying this, all three of them felt it was unreal.
When the rebels were entangled on the front line of the Southern Cross Region and had existed as the "enemy" for more than half a century, they were suddenly wiped out. Many people could not get used to it for a short period of time.
"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore." Ye Pei waved her hand and changed the subject. "I ran into Chagall yesterday." She pursed her lips. "Chagall... was in a bad mood. People in the same destroyer sequence as him said that the senior who had been leading Chagall was sacrificed. Didn't the rebels sneak in at the time? It was very confusing to distinguish between friend and foe. At the last moment, the senior sent Chagall out in an escape pod, and drove the destroyer himself to crash into the enemy ship, blowing it into pieces, leaving nothing behind."
She lowered the last syllable of her voice, and after she finished speaking, there was silence for a moment.
Although I know that death is happening all the time on the battlefield, I can never accept it easily.
In the last battle, although the expeditionary force had an advantage and the humanoid mechas restrained the space fortress, the casualties were still huge. In other words, since the founding day, the number of people who died in the war in the alliance has reached a huge number.
Going back further, in the protracted war with the rebels, only flags were left of countless fleets, and only cold names were left of countless people.
Ye Pei took a sip of coffee, which was so bitter that she shuddered. After swallowing it, the root of her tongue felt astringent. She thought to herself - I hope there will be no more wars in the alliance in the future.
The topic changed several times, from the front-page headlines of the Leto Daily to the fact that the coffee reserves of the Logistics Department were running out, and then to the announcement of resumption of classes issued by the First Military Academy. When they saw Lu Fenghan coming to pick up Qi Yan, they realized that it was already dinner time.
Ye Pei and Mondrian touched their heels together and saluted with their fingertips tensed. They were a little surprised: "We actually stood there and talked for so long?"
She was still a little uncomfortable with not having to work overtime in the technical department, and even subconsciously opened her personal terminal to see if Lorenz had contacted them.
Lu Fenghan shook Qi Yan's hand before he even stood still. Seeing Ye Pei's movements, he said, "All damaged starships have been repaired. After submitting the progress report, Lorenz went to sleep in the lounge and left a message for no one to wake him up."
Ye Pei and Mondrian looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.
Ye Pei was shocked: "Our boss has a rest room on the command ship? Doesn't he live in the technical department's office 24 hours a day, 360 days a year?"
Mondrian: "And... the boss can actually sleep?"
The image of the human-shaped coffee stand is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Holding the cup, Ye Pei breathed a sigh of relief: "Even the boss has gone to bed. It seems that the war is really over."
After saying this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Walking in the corridor, Lu Fenghan saw Qi Yan looking down at his personal terminal: "Is it Xia Zhiyang?"
After Leto was recovered, Xia Zhiyang came out of the hospital and returned to Turan College to attend classes without much delay. A few days ago, when chatting, Ye Pei mentioned that Qi Yan was Y. After a period of silence, Xia Zhiyang muttered vaguely, "So... No wonder the professor asked me that question..." His voice suddenly increased, "Qi Yan explained the questions to me! God Y explained the questions to me! God Y, God Y is actually my good brother? I need to slowly..."
This pause lasted for two or three days, during which time messages with similar tones continued to arrive.
“I actually played with toys with my idol when I was a kid!”
"I'm actually worried that God Y might not be able to keep up with Turan's second-year courses, and might be demoted due to poor grades!"
"How shameful... I actually said in front of God Y himself that the reason I gritted my teeth and entered Turan was to get closer to God Y..."
Similar messages came one after another, and Qi Yan wondered if Xia Zhiyang had gone through all his memories in the past two days.
And what just came was: "Y God is not a woman with long brown hair, taciturn, and who likes to wear black long skirts, nor is he a handsome, eccentric, middle-aged man who likes to dress strangely and eccentrically!"
Lu Fenghan saw it and commented, "Very rich imagination."
He squeezed Qi Yan's slightly cold fingers again and asked, "What would you like to eat for dinner?"
"I want to eat the pastry you made last time. It's transparent and has a complete flower inside."
Lu Fenghan said “hmm”: “Then go directly to the kitchen.”
However, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, before the light came on, Qi Yan was grabbed by the wrist by Lu Fenghan and his back was pressed against the wall.
"Will-uh..."
Before even half a word could be uttered, it was taken into Lu Fenghan's lips/tongue.
The metal door of the kitchen had not yet closed, and the light from the passage slanted in, reflecting on the lines of the two people's fitted legs, leaving behind interlaced light and shadows.
I was not sure whether someone would pass by the door or even come in directly. Because of this worry and nervousness, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the slight movements became clearer.
Qi Yan's palms felt hot and he couldn't help but cling to Lu Fenghan's strong arms, swallowing hastily.
A thin layer of red sensitively appeared on the cold white skin exposed by the standard shirt.
On the ground, the two people’s falling silhouettes were entangled together, inseparable.
After a long while, until Lu Fenghan's kiss fell on his ear, Qi Yan leaned against the metal wall, his thin eyelids half closed, and asked in a hoarse voice: "General, you lied, didn't you say... to make cakes?"
There are obvious breath sounds between words and sentences.
With his rough hands firmly grasping Qi Yan's thin waist, Lu Fenghan sucked and kissed the earlobe of the person in his arms, and deliberately bit the thin tip of Qi Yan's ear, not wanting to be satisfied until it turned red and trembled.
When he spoke, he deliberately moved closer, his voice lower than Qi Yan's: "But how can you hold it back?"