Dressed as the only Omega in the Star Military Academy

Eaton, of course, knew it wasn't a high-five.

Lu Chihuan's face was rubbed by the metal surface until it turned powdery, and he couldn't help but squint the eye that was touched.

Like a cat that is being stroked and cannot resist.

Eaton can adjust the temperature of your fingers, and now they are warm, like the touch of a hand warmer.

But Lu Chihuan still felt very itchy. He pushed and stabbed against the big finger, and finally realized that he couldn't push it away at all.

That's the size of a finger.

Even if the mecha has no self-awareness, it is impossible for it to push such a lump of iron.

Lu Chihuan had no choice but to pat the finger.

"Okay, okay, we high-fived!" trying to coax the stupid AI.

Just now Eaton said he wanted to high-five. Now that he has high-fived it, its fingers will move back, right?

Eaton said nothing.

It actually leaves more to be desired.

The mecha actually has no concept of beauty or ugliness in human appearance, but it can feel the changes in Lu Chihuan's power.

The scent of citrus lingered around the Omega.

When it touched him, the citrus scent grew in power, with a hint of panic, then turned soft.

However, it still followed Lu Chihuan's original intention and slowly retracted its fingers.

"Are you feeling better?" the cold mechanical voice asked at the same time.

It was break time, and the cameras and monitoring devices in the virtual warehouse were temporarily turned off.

"Ok?"

Lu Chihuan didn't know what it was asking.

I can only answer instinctively:

"It's been fine."

Could it be that Eaton detected something unhealthy in his body?

However, Eaton did not explain, but responded:

"That's good. Please take care of yourself."

This was the second time Eaton had reminded him to take care of his health.

“Is there anything unhealthy about my body?”

Lu Chihuan couldn't help but touch his body.

He remembered that the original book did not set that the original owner had any disease, right?

Realizing his doubts, Eaton responded:

"No, you are healthy now."

Just the exact way, nothing else.

At this moment, Lu Chihuan felt a warm itch on his back, and then it extended to the back of his neck.

The small chain touched his back.

"Snapped!"

Lu Chihuan turned around and subconsciously slapped the small chain that touched him.

"..."The chained head drooped in an instant.

"What are you doing?!"

The Omega stared at the chain with his distinct black and white deer eyes.

He knew Eaton could see him glaring at it.

Although it was strange to scold a chain, Lu Chihuan still stood with his hands on his hips and scolded it:

"It's very itchy, you know?"

"……understood."

Eaton's deep male voice answered.

Then the black chain moved silently down under Lu Chihuan's stare.

Finally it fell to the ground.

Lu Chihuan was satisfied.

Such a big mecha actually listened to him obediently.

It’s so cool!

However, Lu Chihuan was not a hard-hearted person. He had hit the chained man's head hard enough to knock him down.

At this moment the chain lay obediently on the ground.

Lu Chihuan couldn't help but squat down and stroke the small chain he had just hit with the back of his fingers.

"It's not broken, is it? Hiss!"

Lu Chihuan felt his fingers were burned.

Although it is not enough to cause burns, the temperature is obviously higher than the comfortable body temperature of humans.

"Sorry." Eaton quickly apologized to him, "I couldn't control the temperature for a moment."

"?" Such a huge and intelligent mecha can't even control the temperature.

Lu Chihuan had just used it to crush the enemy and thought the Eaton had almost recovered.

It seems that the old mecha still has quite a lot of problems.

Lu Chihuan touched his chin and thought.

"Instructor Diar," he turned on the communication in the training room, "How long will we rest for?"

"twenty minutes."

Instructor Diyar was looking at the terrible training results of Class 125 with a frown on his face.

Seeing that Lu Chihuan was the only good candidate asking the question, he asked, "What's wrong?"

But you have to say, Lu Chihuan's voice is different from other students.

The voice is clear and distinct, with a rare youthful liveliness.

It sounds pretty good.

"I want to repair my mecha." Lu Chihuan said.

Where Lu Chihuan couldn't see, the word "my" made Eaton's eyes flash again.

"Your mecha... does have a lot of problems." The instructor saw the gleam in Eaton's eyes.

Lu Chihuan was allowed to go out of the cabin for repairs and was also given a small tool kit.

Uh.

Lu Chihuan actually didn't plan to need such professional tools.

But the instructor had given it to him, so Lu Chihuan decided to take a look first.

"Eton, can you put me on your knee? That's your right leg, where the injury is."

Although the Eaton's wiring seemed to have problems, Lu Chihuan felt that he could not understand the wiring of the huge mecha yet.

Decided to fix the knee first.

"Of course," Eaton replied.

Then, the hatch glass that had just been closed opened again.

Lu Chihuan carefully came into Eaton's hands - in fact, he didn't need to be careful.

Eaton has mobilized all his available abilities to protect him.

There would never be a chance that Lu Chihuan would fall or get injured.

Lu Chihuan quickly took the "mech elevator" to the knees of the Eaton.

Although he knew nothing about mechas, he used to repair electric cars - there was no other way, he was too poor in his previous life, and he had to use electric cars whenever they broke down.

"Eton, a little higher... yes, right here."

Lu Chihuan opened the tool kit and turned on the flashlight.

"Are you going to fix my leg?" Eaton asked him.

"Ok!"

"I am a war mecha that has been eliminated. You have to repair me yourself... Are you going to be my new master?"

I don’t know if it’s Lu Chihuan’s illusion.

I feel like Eaton's skin... no, the metal panel, is getting hot again.

But this question is a strange one.

"Can I still be your master?" Lu Chihuan asked, "I mean, you should belong to Dunson, right?"

"of course can."

Eaton's cold electronic voice softened somehow.

Lu Chihuan felt that the scab on the back of his neck was itching again.

The robotic male voice was flat and smooth, and seemed to be guiding him.

"You can infuse your power into my body, mark me, and make me yours."