Alternative Rival

"I made you laugh! You deserve it!" Bo Jue said angrily, but her hand fell on the button of the other's chest, unbuttoned it and took a look, "Oh, the wound is open, what is this called on earth, the wicked have their own way God's harvest."

"Then I seem to be a good guy."

"why?"

"Because my wound didn't burst open. It's really bleeding, would you have this expression?" Zhao Qingge tilted his head and looked at her. She had brought out the strong physique of the Tianxiu people to the extreme, and she was able to sit up and make a fist. Zhi Yi moved.

Bo Jue was pretending to be sullen, but this time she couldn't hold back anymore, so she just sat down on the edge of the bed and stared straight at her.

Zhao Qingge: "What are you looking at?"

——It looks good on you.

Zhao Qingge sneered: "What kind of a hero is he who uses telepathic communication?"

——I was not a good man in the first place.

Zhao Qingge instructed her: "Bring me some candy."

Bo Jue smiled, and happily became a conscientious little follower. He took a candy with a purple package and was responsible for delivering it to the door. Zhao Qingge opened his mouth like a master, and the candy rolled into his mouth automatically. Back down, he was very peaceful, and he held his mouth obediently.

When Bo Jue left, she rubbed Zhao Qingge's lips vaguely with her index finger, then retracted it, curled up slightly and put it on the quilt.

Zhao Qingge felt a kind of special pity from her actions, so he raised his eyes and took a deep look at her.

"Students from other departments are coming, including many students from the actual combat department. Although this is a good thing..." Bo Jue said, "Originally we only had three departments, Fu Le and Yan Ying, and you and I. With such a relationship, it is easy for everyone to form a monolithic one, and it is not necessarily the case when they come."

Zhao Qingge said slowly: "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, and an army cannot accommodate two commanders."

"The commander of the battleship command department, Zhang Bo, I have heard a little bit of criticism. He is a very strong person. He may not listen to us at that time. Moreover, in the current space battlefield, even our pilots are half-assed. After all, it is still an amateur, and we have no right to speak."

"As long as we can win, it doesn't matter who is in command. Besides, who said we have no right to speak? Can he beat you?"

Bo Jue shook his head sincerely: "It should be impossible."

Zhao Qingge chewed the candy in his mouth, and said lightly: "If you are an idiot, you will be knocked out and tied up, and then you will directly control the command room, and the people below will not know what happened."

Bo Jue: "..."

She was not surprised that Zhao Qingge said such a thing, and used all means to achieve his goal, but at this moment, her cheeks were slightly puffed up, and she kept making chewing sounds, which was indescribably contrary to harmony.

"Calculating the time, the earliest team should arrive in an hour. I want to take a rest." Zhao Qingge propped himself up and slid into the quilt, with his hands on the white quilt. Resting as much as possible is the best way to heal his wounds. Only by recovering from the injury can we better face the upcoming classmates.

Bo Jue said, "Okay, I'll stay here and guard you."

Zhao Qingge looked up at her, and suddenly there was an indescribable hint in his eyes.

Bo Jue was stunned for a long time, said "Oh", took off her coat, and lay on the other side. The single bed in the lounge was a bit cramped for two people, so Bo Jue could only lie on her side. Zhao Qingge took her hand Covering his eyes, his breathing relaxed, and soon became extremely even.

Bo Jue wrinkled her nose, a little confused, so after thinking about it, maybe this is a way for her to express her dependence?

"drop--"

The communicator on the ears rang at the same time, and the two of them opened their eyes together. After only a moment of confusion, they regained their clarity.

"Students from the Battleship Command Department and the Warship Maintenance Department have arrived."

"where are they?"

"In the command room."

While talking, Bo Jue had already moved the chair, hugged Zhao Qingge onto it, then shook his tingling left arm, and even moved the chair with him. Naturally, there is no such thing as a wheelchair here. Things can only rely on manpower.

The command room was silent. Apart from Fu Le and Yan Ying, there were two other male patrons sitting on the conference table. As soon as they entered the door, the man sitting in the first place looked over. Although he was sitting, his upper body looked slender. The dark blue uniform was ironed on his body, his face was handsome, and his complexion was the popular wheat color. Zhang Bo pushed aside his chair and stood up. He walked over spontaneously with his long legs, and said in a cold voice, "Warship command department, Zhang Bo, meeting for the first time."

It was inconvenient for Zhao Qingge to shake hands, so Bo Jue came out from behind her, held Zhang Bo's generous palm, and smiled lightly, "Mecha, Bo Jue, it's an honor to meet you."

Neither of them let go, the veins on the back of their hands were bulging, and they exerted strength secretly.

Two pairs of black eyes met in the air, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, as if a series of real sparks had been brought out.

After a long stalemate, Zhang Bo let go first, and Bo Jue showed an impeccable smile, and said, "Concession."

Taking advantage of Zhang Bo standing in place, Bo Jue picked up Zhao Qingge and walked a few quick steps, directly kicked away the original chair at the top of the conference table, let him go, and firmly occupied the top spot.Zhang Bo's complexion turned dark, Fu Le couldn't help but screamed in his heart, this Zhang Bo has been occupying the main position since he came, and he is trying to figure out how to get him down, forcing him is not the way, Bo Jue will do whatever he wants Here comes such a move.

Zhao Qingge crossed his fingers and put his elbows on the conference table, his long eyebrows raised slightly: "Everyone is here, everyone can discuss things. Let me introduce myself, Zhao Qingge, the commander of the combat command department, I am currently in command here. The bit is..."

A few or two sentences, coupled with Bo Jue's unyielding aura, put the protagonist's attitude to the extreme.

She was referring to another patron who hadn't spoken since she came in. The patron had a clear face, gentle and gentle, with a bookish air that made people look very comfortable. Thin plain glasses frame, the black eyes hidden under them are gentle and clear, and he said softly: "I am Shu Sheng from the Warship Maintenance Department, and I came here with Zhang Bo. I have already asked my classmates to disassemble the power cabin of the star thief. , You can get a full energy supply in about an hour."

Hey, he's really called a scholar.

The scholar sits at the bottom and the bottom two. It seems that he is indifferent to the world and does not like to stand in line. Even if Wang Bo came with him, he did not get closer to him. When Wang Bo was provocative, he did not open his mouth, but He waited until Zhao Qingge asked questions before answering, and his tone was comfortable, basically not considered a threat.

Zhang Bo opened the seat on Zhao Qingge's left and sat down: "I don't know what Commander Zhao plans to do next?"

Zhao Qingge spit out a word lightly: "Wait."

Zhang Bo glanced at her, and the contempt in his eyes was obvious.Who doesn't know this?

Zhao Qingge was not annoyed, and continued: "Since the students majoring in the Department of Warship Maintenance and the Department of Warship Command have come, we have the Department of Mecha with the strongest individual combat, the Department of Combat Command with the most comprehensive development, and the Department of Chemistry. We can allocate resources to the greatest extent possible and develop another line of defense."

The scholar's eyes were half down, as if he was listening carefully, while Zhang Bo frowned slightly: "How to develop another line of defense?"

Zhao Qingge: "Were you attacked by an unknown fleet when you came?"

Zhang Bo's expression changed slightly, and he said sadly: "That's right, we were attacked before. A dozen students were hit by a combat ship and never came back."

Zhao Qingge: "If we stop here, will we be attacked again? With our strength, are we capable of fighting?"

Just as Zhang Bo was about to speak, Zhao Qingge said first, "Even if there is, it will hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred, so we have to take precautions early."

The scholar suddenly interjected at this moment: "Our warship maintenance department will fully cooperate."

Zhao Qingge raised his eyebrows in surprise, Zhang Bo also looked at her, waiting for her answer.

"Okay," Zhao Qingge's eyes flashed, his temperament suddenly became sharp and sharp, his tone and face sank at the same time, like a weak and boneless poisonous snake, propped up with lightning speed , Spit out a sinister snake letter, "The first line of defense I said is to plant bombs in the meteorites! The students in the Department of Warship Maintenance are responsible for finding usable materials from our captured or damaged warships, and the Department of Chemistry is responsible for distributing explosives. The other students from the actual combat department are responsible for sending the bomb into the meteorite group and burying it, if they dare to come in, we dare to blow him to pieces!"

She said in a deep voice, "Zhang Bo!"

"Here!" Zhang Bo didn't know why, so he subconsciously stood up and gave a military salute. He realized that he was halfway through the walk, and he couldn't get up or down in the air awkwardly.

Zhao Qingge put his palms on the table, tried his best to stand up, straightened his shoulders, and saluted him solemnly: "Once the meteorites can't stop the enemy, the second line of defense will depend on you and the students from the Battleship Command Department. "

"Yes! Guaranteed to complete the task!" Zhang Bo blurted out these words naturally.

A rib in the chest was displaced due to violent movement, Zhao Qingge's figure swayed slightly, the blood on his face faded in an instant, and he was almost unable to stand. At this moment, a pair of hands stretched out from behind to support her, and she held her All the weight was placed on these hands, allowing the other party to support her and sit down slowly.

- Does it hurt?

--fine.

——Send you back to rest?

—Let’s wait a while.

Zhang Bo knew that she was injured, but he didn't know that the injury was so serious and it was so difficult to stand up. He said in a low voice, "Take a good rest," and went to arrange the second line of defense.

A white light condensed in the palm of the scholar, and fell on Zhao Qingge's forehead from the air. He closed his eyes and opened them again after a while: "Broken ribs, damaged internal organs, and more than a quarter of blood loss. It's dangerous. I have some medicine to replenish blood qi." , and send it to you later."

He turned out to be a psychic too.

Zhao Qingge said generously, "Thank you."

A gentle smile curled up on the scholar's clear face, and he also left quickly.

"Zhang Bo."

When Zhang Bo was about to reach the main cabin of the cruise ship, the scholar stopped him behind him.

"what's up?"

"Aren't you wondering why I took the side of the commander of the combat command department so quickly?"

"why?"

"You can tell by carefully observing the personnel on this cruise ship. The combination of the two of us is undoubtedly the optimal configuration. We lost a third of our classmates along the way, but here, have you noticed?"

Zhang Bo was shocked, and began to count the number of remaining students on the cruise ship.

"Found it?" The scholar bent his lips and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"I found it," Zhang Bo paused, and said with self-deprecation, "Not one is missing."