[Mecha] Armor piercing overnight

Putting on the Inset military uniform, Zeng Xiaoxian sat on the driver's seat of the mecha cautiously, touched the call button of the mecha channel with his finger, retracted it again, touched it, retracted it again, repeated the cycle several times, and finally lost his breath Turning her head back, she looked at Secretary Leonardo, who was on the passenger seat with her left temple leaning against her left temple, with her legs crossed gracefully, with a smile on her face: "You... don't you have anything else to do? I, I'm such a small person, I'm not worthy of you, my lord, to mobilize the crowd, to personally monitor the situation of the job, haha..."

What he didn't say is that Emperor Mingda has survived tenaciously under your hands until today because he is resistant to tossing.But Zeng Xiaoxian is different, he is just a delicate flower, with a little effort, the fragrance will die away, and he is not suitable for accepting the love, care and education of those who shake S.

But the handsome and handsome clerk sat in the passenger seat and didn't move at all.He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled gently, and said, "Comrade Zhou Botong, it's not good to ask the leader for Joe on the first day of work, you know?"

He patted the seat under him, "The leader selflessly donated his mecha to you as a personal studio, you should be grateful to Dade, work hard, and don't hesitate to make great contributions to our Inset—"

Zeng Xiao Xian:"……"

The clerk leaned on the passenger seat, blew on the nails that had just scratched the armrest, and made a concluding remark, "Berton, the leader, I condescend to cheer you up here because I am optimistic about you, understand. ? Don’t disappoint the leaders, show your strength as an innovative talent, and work hard.”

... The present report, this is definitely the present report!

Zeng Xiaoxian turned back listlessly, facing the holographic display screen with a faint blue light, hating why he had to speak so full.Otherwise, knowing that he is alone in the mecha, there is no need to worry that he will escape in the mecha, how could such a great god donate his mecha for his overkill, and leave a bunch of official duties behind? Sit in the passenger seat and help him out.

He stretched out a finger and put it on the diamond-shaped call button, then took a deep breath and pressed it down hard——

So the soldiers who were still training mechs at night heard a beep when they were resting, and the communication system on the mechas was automatically turned on.After a short period of silence, a nervous voice sounded on the public channel: "T, Testing, testing? Cough, can you hear me?"

Then another voice that they were familiar with and would retreat subconsciously just by hearing it came in: "You are using the one-way call mode now, who do you want to answer this question, Zhou Botong?"

The first voice seemed to be choked, and it was only after a few seconds that I remembered it again, a little weakly: "Okay...then I'll just pretend you can hear it, then—"

There was a rustling sound in the channel, and then the speaker seemed to take a deep breath, and when he spoke again, he had already changed into a high-pitched voice that was full of vitality and made people feel inexplicably happy just listening to it , "Big? Home? Good—welcome to listen to your moon~my heart XDDDD, a good man is me, I am—Zeng~Xiao~Xian~"

"Beep——" the artificial intelligence without emotional ups and downs interrupted the next line he prepared, "You have a new call request, do you accept it?"

Zeng Xiaoxian has been working in the broadcasting industry for so long, and this is the first time he has met such an enthusiastic audience. The host called in before finishing his opening remarks.He sat in the driver's seat for a few seconds before he opened his mouth as if waking up from a dream: "Hey, there are listeners calling in so soon—then, let's accept it..."

The moment before Nick's frantic voice came out of the loudspeaker, he was still thinking about things like alien friends' true enthusiasm, and when the young pilot's voice sounded, he woke up with a start. The cat-like eyes are wide open, staring at the loudspeaker in front of him like a monster.

The handsome guy with short blue hair roared at him: "Zeng, Xiao, Xian! Didn't you say your name is Zhou Botong? You lied to me, how dare you lie to me! I—"

Zeng Xiaoxian: "..." What to do with the swelling, he didn't say anything, and he said his real name when his two lips touched...

Nick was still yelling furiously in the channel, his voice was clearly hurt and wronged.Zeng Xiaoxian didn't know how to comfort him for a while, but the person in the passenger seat let out a series of laughs that made the hair stand on end. This made his head dizzy even more, and subconsciously cut off his call.

The sound of Nick’s injury disappeared, and the private channel was switched back to the public channel in one-way communication mode. Zeng Xiaoxian stared at the console for a while, and then picked up the opening remarks just now: “Hey, where are we talking? Oh Yes, I know, you must be very uncomfortable when you leave your hometown and come here. For example, the climate is not acclimatized, and the food—er, this is not a problem, but missing your family is a must... Well, in order for everyone to fight away I can feel better now, Your Majesty—"

Looking back at the clerk who was staring at him with a smile, he quickly straightened his back and corrected his attitude, "And our beloved clerk specially appointed me to open a night radio program. I am your spiritual consultant and bosom friend. Here you can confide all your psychological pressure and confusion to the host, and the host Zeng Xiaoxian will answer it for you!"

The senior radio host thought about it, and felt that this was not attractive enough, so he boldly added a chip to it, "Of course, we also accept song requests here~"

The clerk sat in the passenger seat and looked around for a week. He didn't find anything on his mecha that was similar to "Galaxy Song Girl Ceremony" or "Red and White Song Club Newcomer Award", so he shrugged and said to Zeng Xiaoxian. His words expressed undeniable disapproval, but he did not speak out to demolish him.

beep—

The artificial intelligence prompted coldly: "You have a new call request, do you accept it?"

Zeng Xiaoxian nodded humbly: "Accept, let's hear what's on this audience's mind."

Digging out other people's secret thoughts or something is the most touching!

The more secretive it is, the more fulfilling it is to dig it out!

Two seconds later, a very magnetic voice came from the loudspeaker: "Hello."

Zeng Xiaoxian was electrocuted, and almost cut off the call again - not only because Set people look reminiscent of getting out of bed, but their voice can also be reminiscent of a bed!

He calmed down a bit, and responded with a vigorous voice: "Hello, it seems that this is the first listener who dialed the hotline of the channel today~"

The other party smiled over there, his magnetic voice was very charming.Zeng Xiaoxian chuckled a few times at this end, feeling that the seat under him was being kicked by the person behind him, the clerk crossed his legs and complained: "Where do you put my nephew?"

Zeng Xiao Xian:"??"

Clerk: "Nick, Nick."

Zeng Xiaoxian: "...I'm sorry, my memory seems to have faded since I came here."

The other party let out a good-natured laugh again, apparently on behalf of other soldiers to explore the way: "Fermul?"

Zeng Xiaoxian was melancholy: "...well, that's it." He was an earthling who mixed with a group of Fermulans to play Infernal Affairs, and he didn't know when his identity would be exposed to the sun.

The voice laughed lowly: "Why did you come to us?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: "Good question."

He still hasn't figured out why he was so lost in the forest, why he was tied up in the enemy camp and became a late-night radio host in a blink of an eye.