I conquer the stars with food

Wen Chang tried hard to turn over, but the mass of the mecha itself was heavy, and now that it lost control, it was like a meteorite falling from the sky, and it smashed towards Rong Ze.

He was almost desperate.

For a moment, Wen Chang's mind was full of those horrible driving school videos he had seen in his previous life.

For example, some novice stepped on the brake to accelerate and knocked over the wall of the driving school, such as turning a corner and heading towards the instructor.

Wen Chang closed his eyes in despair, and decided that if something happened to Rong Ze, he would be buried with him directly.

In the next second, the mecha that was about to fall on Rong Ze's body froze.

The legion leader stopped the mecha from falling with only one hand, and directly propped up the behemoth.

Wen Chang: ...

There was an imperceptible smile in Rong Ze's voice: "What are you waiting for? Do you want me to hug you through the mecha?"

Wen Chang: ...

3S is really extraordinary...

He recited several key points of the mecha control in his heart, and stood up tremblingly with Rong Ze's strength.

Wen Chang carefully apologized: "Are you okay? Did you get hurt by me?"

Rong Ze: "It's okay."

He's really fine. As the God of War of the Empire who can fight the Zerg Queen in outer space evenly without a mecha, his physical and physical strength is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Wen Chang no longer dared to let down the "instructor" who worked hard as a training partner, and gritted his teeth honestly and insisted on training.

An hour passed, Rong Ze called to stop.

The moment Wen Chang heard the call to stop, he wanted to fall down on his back, but he had to take into account the situation of the mecha, so he sat down very slowly.

Wen Chang, who had successfully completed the two-hour mecha training, was drenched in sweat all over his body, exhausted and embarrassed.

Rong Ze opened the operation cabin of the mecha.

"tired?"

Wen Chang stroked his hair, and even the ends of his hair were glistening with sweat.

He nodded weakly: "I'm really tired. How long will it take me to train to be able to drive the mech like walking on the ground?"

Rong Ze laughed softly: "It's a long way to go. It's good that you can make the mecha formally perform fixed movements on the spot this week."

Wen Chang broke down: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why I can't think about choosing the sensor!"

He had read interstellar literary and artistic works, animation, film and novels on the ancient earth before, and none of them mentioned that the sensor-operated mecha would be so tiring.

And in order to feel the most "sci-fi" interstellar mecha, he chose the sensor operation without blinking his eyes.

Rong Ze stretched out his hand to hold Wen Chang's slender wrist, and lifted him up from the cockpit with one force.

Wen Changgang was also troubled that he had chosen the most difficult one. In the blink of an eye, the world was spinning, and he directly felt what a solid chest is.

Wen Chang:! !

What an embarrassment!He is still sweating!

"I'm dirty, don't rub your uniform on it." Wen Chang quickly refused, "I can walk by myself!"

Rong Ze coughed lightly, covering up a hint of ridicule: "Are you sure?"

Wen Chang nodded firmly.

Rong Ze put him back on the ground.

Wen Chang wanted to prove his strength to the army commander who looked down on him, so he let go of Rong Ze's hand as soon as his feet touched the ground.

His leg muscles were so sore as if they had just been crushed by a heavy object.

Before Wen Chang could react, he had already knelt down on the ground.

Wen Chang: ...

The rollover came too suddenly like a tornado.

Rong Ze folded his arms at the side, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Do you still want to hug?"

Wen Chang went all out and opened his arms: "Yes!"

Fortunately, the head of the legion took care of his little self-esteem, and instead of holding him directly from the main entrance, he went directly to the bedroom through the secret door.

Wen Chang was curious: "Is there such a secret door in every room?"

Rong Ze: "There are only a few rooms."

Wen Chang satisfied his curiosity and didn't continue to ask. He was quite measured about matters that might involve military secrets.

Rong Ze put him on the chair: "Take a good rest, don't make dinner today, I'll come."

"By the way, I want to find a group of people to learn how to cook with you, can I?"

Wen Chang didn't care: "Of course it's possible, but don't take too much at a time, I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of it."

Rong Ze replied: "Well, let Edmund pay you when the time comes."

Wen Chang: "Come on, you didn't ask me for money for teaching mecha, there's no need for me to teach cooking casually and get paid."

Rong Ze: "It's two different things. Mecha is for teaching boyfriends, and cooking is for teaching the Second Army. Keep it."

"Okay. Go get busy!" Wen Chang hurried away.

Rong Ze raised his hand and snored on the top of his sweaty hair: "Go and choose a medicinal bath."

"Mmmmmmm!"

After Rong Ze left, Wen Chang moved to the bathroom step by step while leaning on the wall.

He originally thought that his physical fitness had improved a lot now, but he didn't expect that his mecha would cost half his life.

Wen Chang soaked in the warm medicated bath, the muscles on his body gradually became sore from soreness, as if countless ants were gnawing on them.

He let out a long sigh and slid down a little more.

He felt pain and pain, and suddenly felt that his muscle soreness was similar to the feeling of getting off after riding a horse for the first time on the ancient earth.

At that time, he also turned over and got off the horse unprepared, and then the muscles on the inner thigh taught him to be a man in an instant.

Wen Chang emptied himself, realizing that driving a mecha seems to be a bit similar to riding a horse. You have to tame what you are driving and find a suitable and unique rhythm.

Wen Chang lost his mind after thinking about it, repeatedly replaying today's two hours of training in his mind.

If you use the strength of your core muscles when the mecha is about to fall, it seems that you can stabilize it.

And when the mech is having trouble walking, it seems that it is more convenient to use another muscle group.

The clumsy mecha in Wen Chang's mind became more and more light and smooth in a mysterious flow, as if with a special rhythm, and made a series of movements that he thought were difficult before.

When he got out of this state, he looked at the time, and two more hours had passed.

Wen Chang wasn't sure if his analysis just now was correct, but he had a hunch that this method seemed to work!

He is eagerly looking forward to the next mecha training again!

As for muscle soreness?

Hi, it will definitely be fine tomorrow after soaking in the medicated bath!

"Selection? Logistics selection?" Xing Qiang frowned at the notification that popped up on the light brain.

"When did the logistics staff also need to be selected? Aren't they all fixed? And this time the selection conditions are so harsh, are you crazy?" He sneered.

Others were also a little confused. The Second Legion had always been very clearly divided, and there would be no confusion among the various arms. However, the entire army was notified of the selection this time, and there were only five members.

"Is it difficult for our logistics to perform any special tasks?" someone guessed.

Xing Qiang turned off the optical brain with a lack of interest: "Anyway, if I don't go, I will meet the star thief soon. I don't want to waste my training time going to the logistics selection in this kind of great meritorious season."

But some people also seemed a little hesitant: "There are only five people selected for the whole army. I feel that such a big battle should be a good opportunity."

Xing Qiang snorted disdainfully.Come on, don't say what the purpose of the selection is, just talk about the selection, there is a high probability that it is a garbage task, the kind that wastes time and life.

This kind of discussion lasted all day on the warship, and most people thought it was meaningless, so they forgot about it.

However, the news push in the army the next day made all those who didn't sign up want to invent a time machine to go back to a day ago and beat up that stupid, short-sighted and self-righteous self.

"What!! The five selected people actually learned how to cook with Wen Chang!! We can also make delicious instant noodles??"

"Damn it, who analyzed it with me yesterday and swore that this must be a garbage mission! Come out, I want to fight you!"

"Ah, the instant noodles I got just flew away!"

"Hahahahaha, I signed up!" A female soldier said excitedly, "I just came back from a high-risk investigation mission and wanted to relax. I didn't expect this benefit!"

The other training soldiers around her came up, one by one sweet-mouthed: "Sister! Sister Yang! If you are selected and come back, don't forget your brothers and sisters who are waiting for food."

"Sister! I will take care of all your chores for the next month! You can run for office at ease!"

"Sister, you just finished your mission. Are you tired? Brother, let me give you a massage to relieve fatigue?"

Yang Qing pushed away the group of guys with green eyes: "Go away, I don't know about you, everyone is an afterthought."

"Besides, there is still an election, and I may not be elected."

Others covered their chests: "No, I won't allow you to fail to be selected. The glory of our team rests on you!"

At this time, someone clicked on the follow-up election list, and was pleasantly surprised: "Sister Yang! There are only a dozen people in the entire army who have signed up! With this probability, you are sure!"

Yang Qing: "Really?"

The man nodded desperately!

Yang Qing waved his hand: "Just wait and hear my good news!"

Xing Qiang was sour again: "Tch, who cares, you may not be able to get the food back if you go to learn how to cook, isn't it too early for you to please me now?"

Ever since he was taught a good lesson by Wen Chang in the competition last time, he has been silent for a long time and has not been a monster.

But seeing everyone supporting Wen Chang like this, he still couldn't help but want to say something sour.

Yang Qing raised his chin: "Go away, it has nothing to do with you whether you take it back or not."

"The guy who can't eat grapes and says grapes are sour."

Xing Qiang: "You!"

Yang Qing sneered: "Am I wrong? Have you always disliked Mr. Wen? How did I hear that someone lost to Mr. Wen in the Grand Competition? Now I dare not speak sarcasticly to Mr. Wen , start talking about me?"

"Yes, yes, we are happy to curry favor with Sister Yang, what do you care about?" Others also choked at Xing Qiang.

Xing Qiang naturally had no chance of winning against the others by himself, and returned to the dormitory after being sprayed with blood.

He went back and planned to complain to Hunter, but he saw Hunter happily opened a seafood noodle.

Xing Qiang: "Why are you eating it now? Did you just eat it a few hours ago?"

Hunter: "Let me celebrate." The burly man carefully opened the seasoning packet, poured a pile of seafood into a bowl with satisfaction, poured hot water on it, and squinted his eyes at the timer.

Xing Qiang had a bad premonition in his heart, and he asked, "What are you celebrating?"

Hunter: "I can participate in the election, and I have the opportunity to learn how to cook from Chef Wen!"

Xing Qiang had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, why did these guys all look like they had been poisoned by a Gu!

Hunter didn't realize his roommate's depression, and continued to say in a brisk tone: "I guessed yesterday that it might have something to do with Mr. Wen, sure enough! I really have the foresight."

The author has something to say: Mohu: What kind of experience is it to be out of tune with everyone?

Xing Qiang: The laxative is already vomiting blood.