Mecha Forger

Practice makes perfect, these four words apply everywhere.

After the first experience which was not a success, Song Ci became much more agile when making porridge again.

The time was short, and the porridge basically ended up in Tang Fan's mouth instead of on the stove.

After being escorted by Song Ci and drinking plain porridge for two days, Tang Fan had the precious opportunity to escape from his own bed with the joint guarantee of Tao Qingxi and Song Tong.

Freedom was hard to come by, and Tang Fan cherished it so much that Song Ci asked her to rest, but she really didn't play with her gadgets.

Of course, fear is also part of the reason.

It's just that Miss Tang Fan won't admit it.

The laid-back Tang Fan has simply become the most laid-back person in the place.

No, at ten o'clock in the evening, when everyone was busy, this girl was actually lying leisurely on the grass watching the sunset.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her body, coating her with a layer of glow, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Emil Field watched from a distance and couldn't help but clicked his tongue.

"It's all Olaf's fault. Otherwise, there would be nothing wrong with Song!"

Olaf?

oh!

The one Tao Qingxi gave birth to after being plotted... Field's only third generation?

That kind of genetically modified person who is neither human nor ghost, how can he compare with Song Ci?

Emil Field's face is really not that big.

Hamao Kyousuke on the side rubbed his ears, just pretending that he was a piece of wood and didn't hear anything.

Regarding Tang Fang's matter, Hamao Kyousuke didn't want to get involved at all.

In the past, it was for the sake of Tang's mecha.

Now...

Hamao Kyousuke counted silently in his heart, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

When that came out of his mouth, he was not surprised to see the figure of Major General Song Ci.

Looking at others, and then looking at the unreliable Emil Field beside him, Hamao Kyosuke had the illusion that he was with the wrong boss.

Or is it not an illusion at all?

Hamao Kyousuke was still thinking wildly, but the optical brain in his hand glowed red at an inappropriate time.

What followed was a shrill siren.

Whether it was Emil Field and Hamao Kyosuke, or Song Ci and Tang Fan, they all ran towards the command center in unison.

Although the situation was urgent, everyone still did not forget to give way to Song Ci and save a place.

Therefore, Song Ci saw the situation on the monitoring screen at a glance.

The familiar three-three formation, one in front and one behind, with eighteen mechas in two echelons, made Song Ci's expression suddenly change, and he also successfully poked Tang Fan's lung tube.

Song Ci turned his head and glanced at Tang Fan behind him, his expression becoming increasingly grim.

A series of instructions quickly came to Song Ci's lips. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the slight shaking of his cuffs.

Song Ci looked along his sleeves. The little girl shook her head slightly and looked disapprovingly. The words that came to his lips were swallowed alive by him.

When the enemy comes, we must fight.

But how to fight, you can't make a hasty decision.

The most important thing for a commander-in-chief is to be calm enough.

And now he is obviously not suitable to be the commander-in-chief.

Song Ci took a deep breath and raised his molars, "Since the problem is caused by the glasses, let the glasses solve it.

The command is temporarily handed over to the glasses, and everyone follows the command in all actions. "

Tang Fan's hand holding Song Ci's sleeve slowly released, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.