Major General, he is showing affection again

Garcia folded his arms and stood quietly against the wall, silent.

He didn't like to be lively since he was a child. Sometimes, if you give him a pot of tea, he can close the door and stay in the study for a day.

The sound of rushing water sounded.

The bathroom door was pulled open, and Quentin weakly held on to the doorknob: "Garcia, I think I'm really going to be done this time. Don't forget to burn some paper money for me."

The corner of Garcia's lips twitched slightly, then he restrained himself, and turned into a major general with an iceberg poker face: "No, you will definitely live for 1000 years."

Quentin was moved to tears, and was about to cry with Garcia in his arms, when Garcia's teasing voice came from his ears: "It is said that the scourge lasts for thousands of years, and it is not a problem for someone like you to live for tens of thousands of years."

Quentin: ...

Quentin aimed at Garcia's calf and kicked it up. Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have expected him to do this. He turned around and avoided it deftly.

Garcia dodged, even revealing the barrier knife worn at his waist.

The body of the black gilt knife is inlaid with a jade head.A touch of blue drew a circle in the air, and then disappeared without a trace.

Although it was only a few seconds, Quentin still recognized what it was.

"You still have this thing?" Quentin pretended to concentrate on counting the lines on the tiles.He didn't dare to look directly into Garcia's eyes, with such affectionate and painful eyes, he was afraid that if he looked at him again, he would sink and couldn't extricate himself.

Garcia touched the chubby jade bat on the head of the knife, the tentacles were warm and slightly cool, just like himself at the moment.

"kindness."

Quentin smiled indifferently: "It's just a worthless gadget, you can buy it everywhere on the street. You don't need to treat a broken stone as a treasure."

Garcia raised his head, looked into Quentin's eyes seriously, and said word by word: "It's different. You left it to me."

*******

With outstanding personalities and mental strength, Garcia has never been short of suitors. After seeing too many strange human beings, Garcia even became disgusted with such things as forming a bond.

What’s so good about forming a bond? Two people who have different ways of thinking and living habits live together. It’s as big as who cares about the money at home, and it’s as small as who does the dishes for today’s meals. It will lead to a war./ fire/cord.

Not to mention, the more attentive the partner is before marriage, the more unbearable the truth behind the attentiveness may be.

The fantasies before forming a bond are broken time and time again, endlessly tolerating another person, killing oneself in time.Days like this are scary to think about.

The married cousin smiled softly when she heard his remarks: "Gassi, you just haven't met the person you are willing to change for him. One day, you will meet someone who makes you willing to change." Willingly let go of everything, and die with him forever."

Garcia, who was in the rebellious period of youth at the time, rolled his eyes: he would rather be a single dog all his life than give up himself to cater to another person.

And Quentin, just at this time, crashed into Garcia's life.

If a person doesn't like you, then whatever you do is wrong.Right is also wrong, and wrong is also wrong.

My daughter-in-law's brainwaves are not on the same circuit as my own, and my 38 sets of fancy teasing methods have no effect on him at all┑(￣Д￣)┍The turning point of things happened in the mech competition in the last semester of my sophomore year.

Haig Military Academy will hold a mecha competition every autumn. The students have gone crazy for a vacation, and they just come out to practice and strengthen their spirits, so that they can know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside. Don’t be too arrogant. Continue Training to improve yourself is king.

The mecha and the field are provided by the school, and the fighting and mecha teachers will be guarding the field, so there is no need to worry about safety.

Regardless of grade, regardless of gender, those who respond will fight, and the way will be discussed with martial arts.

Garcia put on his training clothes, entered the cabin, closed the door, urged the mecha, and drank it all in one go.

It landed beautifully in the martial arts arena.

Quentin's cheers were drowned out by thunderous cheers.

Fighting against Garcia was a fourth grade student.After ten moves with the sword, the opponent gradually lost the wind.

Quentin, who was sitting in the stands, leaned on the chair comfortably: "Garcia will win this game. Now it's time to think about where to go to celebrate for Garcia,"

Quentin touched his chin: "I haven't seen you for a holiday. My dear little Garcia seems to have lost weight again. This is not acceptable. You have to eat a lot, and you can only feel strong if you grow strong!"

Quentin's mind started to yell.

A commotion broke out in the stands, and the audience started talking in twos and threes, wondering why Garcia, the winner of this game, was motionless like a puppet.

Obviously, as long as he stepped forward to harvest the opponent's weapons, he would be considered victorious.

But at this time, on the battlefield where every second counts against life and death, he actually stopped for 15 minutes!

The opponent in the other mech smiled contemptuously, drew out the scimitar, and approached Garcia step by step.

wrong!There are tricks!

Quentin's eyes were dark, and he stared closely at the situation on the field. His identity was just a spectator. If there were no accidents, he could only sit in the spectator seat honestly, otherwise it would bring trouble to Garcia. trouble.

Garcia, what's wrong with you?

******

Garcia also wanted to know what happened to him.

From the moment he came on the field, his head was aching indistinctly.I wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, but the headache intensified.He couldn't even stand still because of the pain.

Garcia banged his head on the console in pain!

His body was so hot, but in his mind, it was as if a wild beast was biting his spiritual power.

The temperature in the cab was rising little by little, and some small parts had turned into fine dust. Affected by Garcia's berserk mental power, even the console of the mecha had a faint tendency to disintegrate.

The cold blade shone with a cold light, like a ferocious monster, raising its minions, trying to tear Garcia's claws apart.

Garcia!Quentin stood up abruptly, and the alloy railing was deformed by his grip.

A drop of cold sweat slid to the ground, and Quentin moved his hand to the silver bracer on his wrist.

******

In the end, when the deadly knife slashed down on the head, a gloomy coolness came from the back of the neck.

Garcia instinctively sensed the danger!This person in front of him wants his own life!

Not knowing where the strength came from, Garcia hurriedly stood up.

There was another exclamation from the audience, is Lawrence crazy?Why did he escape from the mecha? Even if the Orkan people are known for their strong fighting power, his flesh and blood body can't stop the attack of an A-level mecha!

In the panic, only Quentin keenly felt that Garcia was wrong!

Garcia's eyes seemed to be out of focus.

The cold blade slashed down!

When he was an arm's length away from Garcia's head, Kankan stopped.

Garcia's hand, the slender jade white hand that only held the writing brush, was steady at this moment, grabbing the murder weapon on the head.

The young man sitting in the mecha was startled by the variables in front of him.

Obviously everything was planned, and the jammer secretly placed in Garcia Lawrence's mech did work.

According to the plan, Garcia Lawrence should no longer be able to use his mental power. If he forcibly activates his mental power, his mental power will be destroyed, and he will become a useless person from then on!

In any case, the result should be that he becomes his own defeated opponent!

How can it be now!

In a panic, he wanted to pull his knife out of Garcia's hand.

Did not/pull/out, he did not give up and tried again.

The young man opened his mouth wide in shock, how could this be possible, a tiny human being possesses a power comparable to that of an A-level mech.

Before he could recover from the shock, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the items in the cab were scattered all over the ground, like a typhoon passing through.

Garcia pressed his palms hard to activate his mental strength.

"Bounce", with a crisp sound, the knife in his hand was broken into two pieces.

With a dodge, he moved to the opponent's feet in an instant, flipped his palms, and there was a ball of white light on the five-finger cage.

Garcia threw a punch.

With a bang, the big guy in front of him lost a leg and fell to his knees on the ground.

Garcia saw the timing, and with a deft jump, he grabbed the opponent's arm and threw him away.

Puffs of smoke and dust rose from the huge monster, and it fell to the ground.

Garcia watched all this coldly, there was no emotion in the sapphire eyes, as if looking at a dead object.

He jumped down and slowly approached the other party, gracefully like a cheetah.

Garcia even pulled out a peacock—an S-class mech belonging to the Lawrence family.

The blue wings bloomed gorgeously, and the peacock landed on the martial arts arena with its most beautiful posture.

A black gun barrel was pulled out from the peacock's yellow beak, the peacock raised its proud head, and the destructive power turned into a tangible light cluster.

The cannon ion cannon is loaded and ready to fire.

bad, dangerous!

The instructor present organized the audience to evacuate the scene while urging his own mecha, intending to step forward to stop it!

The peacock's blue wings gleamed, as if it was about to burn the last energy in the body.

********

Garcia stared coldly at the man in front of him, he was the one who stopped him from killing those people just now!

At the critical moment, Quentin held back the mad Garcia.

At this time, there were only two people standing opposite each other in Nuo Da's martial arts arena, looking at each other out of breath.

It was getting dark gradually, and after fighting for an unknown amount of time, the clothes of both of them were stained with blood, turning into a ball of rags.

Garcia's usually handsome face was bruised and black, and the corners of his mouth were also covered with blood.

He was like a mad male beast, the blood in his whole body was boiling with ecstasy.

I have not encountered such a strong opponent for a long time.

The man in front of him doesn't look very good, and he can't tell the level of mental strength.But he fought with himself for more than a hundred moves without losing the wind!

Such a strong opponent aroused his desire to conquer even more.

The Okan people are martial, and challenging and defeating the strong is their lifelong pursuit. Even Garcia, who is mentally disordered and in a state of mania, half-stepping into the coming-of-age ceremony, instinctively chooses the strongest in the field.

Conquer him, get him!It was the last thought in Garcia's confused mind.