If you don’t cherish the love we wear quickly, why are you crying if you change your mind?

Arnold looked at the grateful looks of those team members towards Jiang Miao and felt very disdainful, but this time he didn't say anything more.

Marshall clapped his hands and said, "Go in and work hard."

After Jiang Miao and others thanked them, they went into the training room where they were and started watching the mechas. In the next week, they had to practice mecha driving, tactical simulation confrontation, etc.

Jiang Miao took a look at the mechas placed in the room and had a rough idea of ​​a direction for improvement.

At this time, mecha control has been automated, but it has not completely replaced manual control because auxiliary offensive weapons are needed.

The more devices a mecha has, the larger it becomes and its control is less flexible.

Jiang Miao wants to design a new type of micro-folding mecha. This is unprecedented, and even the military has not yet tried it.

Even if someone has imagined a micro-folding mecha, it is still not feasible for military use because it is too brittle.

So there has been no progress on this design.

If Jiang Miao can successfully design it, there will be no problem in advancing to the indoor mecha competition.

While they were training in the training room, a message was updated on the military academy's internal forum.

Group 017, where Jiang Miao belongs, has gained a total of 50 points and currently leads all teams.

As soon as this incident came out, there was a lot of heated discussion, especially when it came to finding out how the fifty points came from. Many people were jealous, and some felt pity as to why this advantage did not fall on them.

In particular, the members of Tia's team were silent and even resentful.

Obviously they wanted to go to the training room to see the mecha that day, but Tia wanted to invite them to a dinner party at the revolving restaurant, so they had no choice but to go because of the princess's invitation.

I didn't expect to lose so many points in one step.

Tiya noticed the strange gazes of the team members. She opened her mouth and finally said nothing, but she hated Jiang Miao in her heart.

When Eisener saw Tiya's injured look, his heart suddenly ached, and he said to his teammates: "It's just fifty points. The game is all about strength."

Listening to him, the others calmed down.

Speaking of strength, it would be an exaggeration to say that their group is more than a galaxy ahead of the 017 group.

Tiya has always been ambitious. She has received the best education and the best resources since she was a child. She wants to be better than Jiang Miao no matter what, and even trample Jiang Miao under her feet.

Let everyone take a good look at who is the real princess.

Jiang Miao and the others also saw this post on the forum when they were resting in the training room. Looking at the sour and jealous monsters, Marceline was very angry, "They are too hateful. They said that we just got lucky. It's not true." Really powerful.”

Jiang Miao patted her shoulder, "Luck is also a kind of strength. It's not certain who will advance."

Mo Jiale clenched his fists, "Let's counterattack and show them!"

"Yes!" Nimi agreed.

Lacey didn't say anything. He was still debugging the mecha, looking completely oblivious.

By evening, their training had come to an end.

Before leaving the training room, Jiang Miao also summarized everyone's strengths and weaknesses, as well as the direction of integration.

She did not go back to the dormitory immediately, but went to Huo Ting.

Jiang Miao tried to use pupil recognition to get in, but unexpectedly Huo Ting didn't delete her record.

The whole house was quiet, and she followed the coordinates provided by Tongzi to Huo Ting's room.

Before I could open the door, I was grabbed by a hand.

The man's voice was cold, "Why did you come here at this time?"

Jiang Miao turned on the light and smiled, "Because I am only free at this time."

Huoting called directly, "Sangwa."

A humanoid robot quickly appeared in front of him, "Master, what are your orders?"

Huo Ting raised his hand and clicked on a string of data. He frowned slightly. He looked at Jiang Miao and said, "My robot didn't sound an alarm. Did you change the program?"

"No." Jiang Miao spread her hands. She just asked Xiao 9 to temporarily block the signal.

"Huoting, can I start studying mechas with you from today?"

Huoting only said, "Sangwa, tell the time."

[Master, it is eight o'clock in the evening. ]

Only then did Jiang Miao realize that Huo Ting had probably taken a shower. The top two buttons of his pajamas were loose, revealing his delicate collarbone and tempting Adam's apple.

For some reason, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind. A cold-looking man was leaning on her, with sweat sliding down his delicate collarbone and dripping in front of her.

This thought flashed past, Jiang Miao quickly stopped and asked subconsciously, "Are you going to sleep?"

She found that although Huo Ting was in a wheelchair, in this high-tech world, he was always clean and well-dressed, as if he always maintained this neat and refreshing appearance.

This made her feel a little more willing to attack.

Huo Ting raised his hand, and his slender white fingers fell on the buttons of his pajamas. He buttoned them one by one, and his whole body returned to the ascetic and cold atmosphere.

"Two hours."

Jiang Miao nodded, "Then let's get started. Do you have a mecha room here?"

Huo Ting thought of the dusty mecha room, "Let's go to the office."

When she arrived at the office, Jiang Miao took out a rough drawing she had made in school and put it in front of him. She did not hide her clumsiness and had no obstacles in communicating with Huo Ting. It could even be said that she made rapid progress.

At ten o'clock in the night, when the time came, Jiang Miao saw Huo Ting's tired and uncomfortable eyes, and felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart, "Huo Ting, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Huo Ting returned the modified drawing to her.

His mental world has long since collapsed, and he has to experience painful torture every day. He has become accustomed to it over the years.

Jiang Miao squatted down in front of him, put her hand gently on his leg, raised her head and asked Huo Ting, "Fiancé, can I see your leg injury?"

Huoting was silent and finally nodded.

Jiang Miao gently picked up his pajamas. The hideous scar on his leg extended from his ankle to his thigh. It hurt just looking at it. He didn't know how Huo Ting had survived all these years.

"How did you get hurt?" Logically speaking, even if an ordinary therapist can treat such a wound, it shouldn't still look so terrifying.

Huo Ting was calm, as if he had already accepted the result.

"The Zerg that attacked me was poisonous, and the toxin invasion was delayed on the battlefield, making it impossible to treat it."

Jiang Miao's eyes fell on his wound and asked in a low voice, "Can I touch it? I want to try."

She is an SSS-level healer. If an injury of this degree cannot be cured, then her mental power needs to be improved.

After all, this is not an ability given by the system. How much it can be used is still a question.

Huo Ting took her wrist and looked down at her, "Jiang Miao, go back."

Jiang Miao retracted her hand, raised her head and asked stubbornly, "Is it okay next time?"

"Go back first." Huo Ting's eyebrows were gentle.

Jiang Miao stood up and calmed down, "Okay, by the way, we haven't added a communication signal yet, right?"

"Now add one more."

The couple has done a terrible job, and they haven't added their contact information yet.

Huo Ting lit up the mini optical brain on his wrist and scanned Jiang Miao's wrist, "Okay."

"Then I'll go back first, good night Huo Ting." Jiang Miao raised the corners of her lips and smiled beautifully, and her whole face was bright.

Huo Ting's eyes paused on her face for a moment and moved away, then turned around and drove the wheelchair toward the bedroom.

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