It turns out the more you don't want to see someone, the easier it is to see him, that's what Dean thought when he saw Gavin at the Kobu practice grounds.
The internal ranking competition has lasted for a week. Dean, who has just advanced to the semi-finals after several rounds of hard work, is under a lot of pressure. Before going to bed, he wants to come to the martial arts field to relax his muscles and bones. Individual senior elite students have their own private room in the training ground. Dean walked through the outer hall and was about to go to his own private room when he suddenly caught his attention in a corner of the outer hall.
It was a battle between two students—both of them were wearing tight protective clothing, full-body headgear and goggles. Judging from their figures, one was obviously a senior student, while the other was nothing.
The weapons of these two people are impressive. The senior student is holding an Axel alloy long knife. Because of its hardness and rarity, this material can often be sold at a staggeringly high price. After polishing, it can be called a sharpened knife. Iron like mud—it is really like mud, it can be easily inserted into the steel and stirred at 360 degrees, and there is not even a trace when it is pulled out.
The other half-length saber is all red gold, and the blade is extremely bright, almost a round of glare. Dean didn't have time to look at its material, because the knife wielder moved too fast. Although his body was thin, he was extremely powerful. Every attack was fierce and fierce, almost crushing his opponent like a storm.
The situation was one-sided and the winner was quickly decided. The senior student couldn't resist, and was clumsy. He was suddenly picked on the wrist, and the long knife was thrown out of his hand, flying straight in the direction of Dean!
Ordinary people might have avoided it at the time, but Dean's first reaction was to draw the sword and swing it diagonally, and he was about to open the long knife immediately.
In this flash of lightning, before his wide sword was fully unsheathed, he saw red gold glare piercing the air, "Dang!" With a loud bang, the long sword flew out instantly!
The sound of "Tao!" reverberated for a long time, and two knives, one long and one short, swirled into the wall, reaching the handle at the same time!
There were not many people in the hall, but at the same time there was a gasp of astonishment.
"Damn it!" The senior student tore off his headgear and cupped his hands and said, "Admiration, admiration! The little brother is too good, from the Marine Department?"
The victor didn't answer, he just walked to the wall and pulled out his saber with a little effort.
The enthusiasm of the senior students was not interrupted: "You are too skilled, I have never seen a few stronger than you in the mech team—huh, Dean? You are here too, sorry I just said Did it almost hit you?"
Dean recognized that it was a classmate of the mecha team, nodded and said, "It's okay Taylor. Who is this?"
"I don't know, the opponent randomly arranged by the system - what grade is the little brother, what's his name? Judging from your appearance, he should be in a lower grade, hahaha, freshmen are getting more and more powerful these days hahahaha..."
Dean stared closely at the victor, vaguely feeling that he was a little familiar, but the full-body protective suit with a hood and goggles was completely unrecognizable.
Maybe a freshman in the Marine Department? This year, the Fighting Division has produced quite a few particularly powerful masters. It is said that several of them have already been booked by the Royal Guard...
"Will you fight me?"
Dean asked this question completely subconsciously, the winner hesitated for a moment, and swung the horizontal knife down.
This is a fairly conservative etiquette for starting a war. Dean's eyes lit up, and he drew his sword out of its sheath instantly. The wide sword swung with a "huh", and then the sword collided with metal and stone, making a shocking sound!
"it is good!"
Dean yelled, stepped back suddenly, and slapped the new student's waist with the broad sword. In a flash, the new student strode closer, almost touching Dean's cheek, and then stabbed Dean's heart silently!
Tyler blurted out, "Be careful!"
Dean turned quickly, and both attacks missed at the same time. He thought that there must be a few head-to-head collisions next, so he immediately drew his sword back to defend. Unexpectedly, Xinsheng did not retreat at all, and spun around his body, and wiped his throat with his backhand.
Such a direct killer move!
Dean was slightly startled, and raised his head to avoid the blade, only to see the red gold glare flashing past his eyes - this was quite thrilling, if he didn't have protective clothing, his neck would have been cut open even half a second later .
so fast! This thought flashed in Dean's mind, and then he pulled the sword suddenly, and the advantage of the wide sword in close combat was immediately brought into play, and it slammed into the freshman's back fiercely.
This time the impact was quite strong, Xinsheng let out a muffled grunt, and suddenly drew his knife to block the next second's sword edge. It was too late and then too fast, Dean suddenly changed his move into a stab, and the tip of the sword was sent to the new student's mask in an instant: "—It's over!"
"it's over!"
Dean was startled the moment he heard the voice, but it was too late: at the same time as the freshman made his voice, he stretched his legs back and swept swiftly, knocking Dean, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, to the ground, and then wiped him with a knife. Seeing his face stabbed heavily into the ground!
—Three tricks!
From the shot to the end, there were only three correct moves in total!
Dean lay on the floor, staring at the saber pressed against his cheek, feeling extremely stunned. This killing move is also too straightforward, the first strike stabs the heart, the second strike seals the throat, and the third strike must be a craniotomy if it is an actual combat. !
The freshman stood up slowly, "Accept."
"Taught... huh?!" Dean finally realized how familiar the voice was, and for a moment he felt that there must be something wrong with his ears.
Omega
Don't say that this person is the Omega of the armed technician department? !
The mecha team's loss to the Armed Technician is already very embarrassing, and Alpha's loss to Omega is simply as good as jumping off a building! No, even jumping off a building can't wash away this unprecedented shame!
Dean didn't wear a hood, probably because his expression was too horrifying. Taylor finally realized something was wrong: "What's wrong with Dean? Do you know each other?"
Dean: "…"
"No, I don't know."
Dean was taken aback, only to see Xinsheng lowered his head indifferently, put away his knife, turned and left.
There is a shower head in the dressing room, and the periphery is covered with opaque white glass, only the faint sound of water can be heard.
Dean sat on the bench and asked for a while, "Why did you tell Taylor that you didn't know me?"
Gavin said nothing.
"Winning is winning. I'm not afraid of being said that I lost to Ome... I lost to Beta. If you are worried that I will become angry and do something to you because I lost, it is actually completely unnecessary..."
"That's not the case."
Dean looked up at the white glass, only to hear the sound of water inside stop.
"I'm done washing. Can you get out first?"
Dean: "...Ah! Oh!"
Dean stood in a daze outside the locker room for a long time—of course, on the surface, it seemed that this widely respected top student was just frowning and meditating without saying a word, and several passing students even greeted him warmly. Five minutes later, the door opened, and Gavin walked out with his coat on, a towel around his neck, and wet hair.
"Are you waiting for me?"
Dean was in a mess and nodded annoyedly.
"Losing to me makes you so upset?"
"... No, no, no." Dean took a breath and said, "I just wonder why you are so strong, there is no other meaning."
"I do not know either."
In fact, Gavin really didn't know, he wanted to find the "exiled army" in the mouth of Admiral Aaron to ask himself what was going on, but the Red Saturn had been bombarded by the Ninth Fleet, and the ghost mecha He was also bombarded so that there was no dregs left. Judging from the current situation, there were really no clues.
But this sounded like perfunctory to Dean, and he immediately stated: "It's okay if you don't want to say it, I'm just asking casually—you've already earned my respect."
... Shouldn't one be respectful to one's classmates...
Gavin couldn't complain about the Alphas of the empire, so he just sighed and grabbed his backpack and walked out.
Dean originally wanted to ask to send him back, but when he passed by, he suddenly smelled an extremely slight, almost imperceptible fishy sweetness. He was shocked instantly, his adrenaline surged suddenly, his sense of smell was suddenly much more sensitive than usual, and he followed Gavin and took two steps: "Wait, you have..."
Gavin turned his head in doubt, his lips parted slightly, and the water dripping from the tip of his hair flowed down his neck to the neckline, and some of it flowed in from the sunken collarbone.
Dean stared at him steadfastly, only feeling the scorching heat of that night flowing from his limbs and bones, and he could almost hear the sound of his heart beating suddenly.
"What's wrong with you?" Gavin asked hesitantly.
Now Dean is sure that the smell is not his illusion, but a hint of Omega pheromone smell leaking from the chemical block. Although it was so slight that it was almost negligible, it was still captured by the powerful Alpha instinct.
For the second time in his life, he felt this seductive aura full of lust - and the last time it came from the same person.
It is so sweet and fragrant, it penetrates into the blood easily, and then turns into an invisible little hand to hook the whole soul out of the body, stimulating every cell in the whole body to be hard to control.
"Don't move..." Dean stretched out his hands to hold Gavin as if possessed, and slowly lowered his head and sniffed hard on his neck, breathing heavily as if with a hot temperature.
However, that smell seems to be playing hide-and-seek, sometimes it is completely hidden under the clothes, and sometimes it sneaks up from the invisible chemical barrier. It is subtle, attractive, and restless, and gradually has nowhere to hide under the Alpha pheromone package, turning into a layer of misty and sweet veil, quietly covering the soft skin on the back of the teenager's neck.
Alpha's instincts knew what that meant: conquer, mark, possess and reproduce.
Dean couldn't help staring at the small piece of skin on the back of Gavin's neck and spine, and there seemed to be an impulse in his subconscious to struggle and growl: go and bite that place, let the canines penetrate hard into the fresh and soft flesh, let this Omega's blood flowed out, and then he would kneel limply, open his body tremblingly and obediently...
Dean couldn't help it, he lowered his head to lick and kiss, and then bit down.
But Gavin suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning, turned around and pushed him away, and said sharply, "What are you doing!"
Caught off guard, Dean staggered two steps and stood firm. Suddenly, the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head—he realized that he was actually hard!
This physiological change was too obvious to be concealed for a while. Dean could only stare at Gavin gasping heavily, with an unconcealable attack and possessiveness in his eyes.
Gavin, who was stared at naked like this, was almost annoyed. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized something. He immediately opened his backpack and took out a temporary suppressant tablet. It can't affect the estrus period, but it can unilaterally block the smell, which should be enough to deal with the immediate situation.
"...sorry," Dean hoarse.
Gavin's expression softened a little, "It's okay."
But Dean knew it wasn't entirely okay: what he almost had just now wasn't a simple kiss, it was a mark.
Of course it's not as thorough as forming a knot, but biting the back of the Omega's spine until it leaves its own pheromone in the opponent's blood, this is also a typical temporary mark.
The intensity of this mark will depend on the Alpha's own ability, and it is generally used to declare to everyone that "this Omega is mine". Unless there is a stronger Alpha forcibly taking away this Omega, or the breath in the blood is naturally metabolized, the effect of the mark will not disappear easily.
It stood for sovereignty and possession—gavin might not have known that, but Dean had.
He grew up in this environment, and he understands the law of the jungle very well. Of course, he doesn't feel that he has to wait for the other party's consent to possess an Omega; but he also doesn't feel like many chauvinistic Alphas, that such things don't require the Omega's consent at all.
At least Gavin had actually defeated him and won his respect and even admiration, so he deserved to be treated better.
"I'm really, really sorry, if you want Dean Edna I can..."
In the middle of Dean's words, the door was knocked twice suddenly, and Taylor's anxious voice came in: "Dean! Are you in there? I told you something!"
Dean took a deep breath, hurried over and opened the door: "What's wrong?"
"What the hell are you doing? Come with me! The college just sent a communication, and your mecha has a problem!"
There's something wrong with Dean's mecha.
Gavin could tell at the first sight, because the C-rank mecha was so sluggish—it stood under the dim sky, dark and heavy with shadows, as if it was shrouded in an invisible black cloud inside.
"It turned out to be a C-level mech!" The Griffon turned into a light brain and floated out of the backpack, flicking Gavin's shoulder: "It's really rare, most of the mechas in the regular army of the Empire are D-level now, C-level It’s enough for the major in a remote galaxy—what’s the origin of this little bastard, the second generation of officials?”
Gavinqi asked, "You hate him?"
"He just wanted to mark you!" Griffin said angrily, "I always wanted Aaron to come and mark you!"
Gavin:"… "
Countless grass and mud horses whizzed past Gavin's heart, and it took him a while to tremble and ask: "You know that the general is the second most hated man in the empire by Omega, and you still... ?!"
Dean obviously couldn't see what's wrong with the mecha, he frowned and asked his exclusive technician: "What's wrong with it?"
The technician is also a senior top student, and he has been ranked among the top in the Armed Technician Department. At this time, his face is very ugly: "I don't know, its main program suddenly has 300 million disorderly instructions, it looks like it has been horrified!" Yes. I tried to clean it up, but it refused to open the data gate to let me in. In this situation, it should be mentally polluted by someone, and I might not be able to play in tomorrow's ranking match... "
Dean walked quickly to the foot of the mecha giant, and yelled: "Ruanzhu! Open the data gate!"
The mech didn't respond, like a silent giant of steel.
"Its voice control system is blocked - 300 million out-of-order commands take up too much intelligence, and the power-on command I gave half an hour ago has not been queued up to now. Even if you are the owner of Chaos Zhu, it can only put Your order is on... Let me see..." The technician bowed his head and typed a few times quickly on the computer: "Well, ten minutes later."
Dean's face was heavy: "Multiple mental pollution can lead to this level?"
"More than 50% of the neural network has been frozen, and the other party has obviously used very vicious methods."
"...that bastard from the Star Military Academy did it," Dean murmured, "that bastard Dana."
He stroked the cold steel surface of the mech, and suddenly he heard a calm voice behind him: "Restart the neural network."
Dean and the technician turned their heads at the same time, looking at Gavin strangely.
Technician: "Who is he?"
Dean: "Ome...beta freshmen in the armed technician department... no, that's not the point, Gavin! What are you doing!"
Gavin sat cross-legged on the ground, with a towel hanging obliquely around his neck, and with black fingertips on his ten fingers, he quickly typed out a series of instructions on the keyboard. He was unbelievably familiar with the mecha program, before Dean could say "don't sit on the ground", he hit the OK button heavily and said, "I just cut off the mecha's nerve energy supply, and now it can be restarted. "
Dean: "…"
The technician was very angry: "What are you pressing?! The neural network is already set when the mecha is built. Do you know how complicated the neural network of a C-level mecha is?!"
Dean wanted to stop him, but the technician was very excited: "It was possible to use the backup program to make it to the field, but now, it will take at least three months for a professional technician to restart the neural network! Dean! Where did you find it? This freshman Beta, he doesn't understand anything at all!"
Gavin waited for him to finish before saying calmly, "Don't worry..."
"How can there be no rush?! Now I can only go to the school to apply for ordinary D-level mechas! And I must hurry! In case other members of the mecha team find out—"
"I've already restarted it for you," Gavin said helplessly, "I told you not to worry."
He turned the computer around, and saw that the program was running rapidly on the light screen. After a few seconds, the screen went dark, and then turned on again——
[The neural network requires connection, do you want to open the data gate? Y/N]
Before the technician could say "Don't press randomly", Gavin said with a blank expression: "Open."
The computer ding-dong: [Thank you, the connection is successful.]
Technician: "..."
Dean asked in amazement, "When did you hack into this voice control system?"
"Hmm... Just now." Gavin quickly operated the system without raising his head and mumbled a sentence.
In fact, he doesn't need to enter at all. His spiritual threshold can make 3S mechs like Griffin kneel on the ground and sing conquest. In the eyes of military students, the C-level mechas that look awesome are even more vulnerable. It's no different from a bank vault with the door open, as long as you take a pocket, you can go in and fill it with money.
Gavin successfully entered the database, and deleted 300 million disorderly instructions like cutting melons and vegetables. The technician Qian Donkey was so poor that he tried to reason with Dean for the last time: "Are you really going to let a Beta freshman attack your C-level mecha casually?!"
Dean looked at Gavin, hesitated for a moment: "... let him try."
"Then let him try it!" The technician couldn't stand it anymore: "I've had enough, you will regret it!"
The technician dropped the toolbox and rushed away angrily with a loud bang.
Dean was stunned, with a "..." expression on his face, before turning to Gavin in a daze: "Do you know how much I paid to hire him as a technician?"
"I don't know that you have to spend money to hire such a person as a technician." Gavin said lightly, and snapped the computer: "The command has been deleted, and now I have to enter the mecha to clean up the mental pollution."
There are two ways to remove mental pollution: first, if the mecha can be turned on, it can be remotely controlled through a connected computer; on the internal interface of the network.
The second method is very dangerous, because the internal structure of the mecha with the neural network is already very complicated, and the size of the C-class air combat mecha is comparable to that of a battleship. It is not surprising that any strange things happen inside the huge machine .
Dean was very reluctant to let an Omega take risks for him. After Gavin repeatedly emphasized, he reluctantly took a step back: "Then I must go in with you, and I can protect you in case of accidents."
It was rare for Gavin to say harshly, "Who is protecting whom?"
... Probably because this sentence was too lethal, Dean didn't say a word until he entered the inside of the mech.
They crawled forward in the narrow and sweltering maintenance tunnel—that's right, crawled, the space was only enough for people to touch the ground on their elbows and knees, and moved forward little by little.
Dean wanted to open the way ahead, but he was very tall and likely to get stuck at a certain pass, so he had no choice but to let Gavin go ahead; after climbing for twenty minutes, he regretted it for no other reason: as long as one Look up and you can see Gavin's ass!
— It’s so hard not to see this pose! And knowing that Omega is in front, it is even more difficult for an Alpha not to look up!
Dean is an extremely self-disciplined and strict person. Letting the Omega Armed Technician take risks for himself has exceeded his bottom line of being a human being. During the adventure, even peeking at this technician has completely penetrated the bottom line.
But there is no way, he just fell in love with this Omega just now, and the fiery desire in his instinct has not completely subsided. And he knew that he might never have the opportunity to see an Omega so closely and unobstructed again in his life. The emotional need was really strong.
In recent years, the sex ratio of ABOs in the empire has been very appalling. Basically, there is only one Omega in 6,000 people, and only one Omega can be marked in 28,000 people. The scary thing is that in such a harsh environment, the Omegas all expressed their alienation and rejection of the Alpha soldiers—"It's a chauvinistic concentration camp," they said, "It's crazy to find an Alpha soldier as a partner."
Admiral Aaron, who is single so far, is a good example. He has always appeared as a "ruthless murderer" in public reports, and he will be single for the rest of his life. Another typical example is the Emperor Heinrich, who once frightened a group of Omega children to tears when he visited the capital hospital, and finally had to evacuate from the hospital in a hurry. ".
There are only a handful of generals in the military who have received Omega, and Dean doesn't think he will be one of the lucky few in the future. If the method of robbery is not used—although this is legal, it is extremely criticized in the military—then the greatest possibility of his life is to die alone.
But it's very scary.
For an Alpha with a strong male instinct, having no partner and no offspring is simply against human nature.
Dean's mind was full of complicated thoughts, and he couldn't help but want to look up. In order to distract his attention, he forced himself to silently count how many steps he had climbed, but when he reached eight hundred and two, he couldn't count any more.
"...cough, Gavin," he said automatically.
A dull echo came from the front, "What?"
"What kind of Alpha do you want to find as a partner?"
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Dean turned his head away in horror, his only impulse was to bite his tongue off.
"—I never thought about it," Gavin probably didn't expect him to ask such a question, and Gavin said calmly after a pause, "You're not bad...but I prefer women."
There was silence in the passage.
Dean: "... =mouth=..."