Smash All Pots and Pans To Go to School

A few days after the game is usually the most slack phase. At this time, there is still a long time before the next game. Everyone is resting, basically watching the live broadcast, and discovering the problems and problems of themselves and other military academies. Advantage.

Wei San came back in a circle with Xiao Yilai's aircraft, lowered his head and sent a message to Ying Xingjue, saying that he wanted to remove the compression explosive/charge on the micro data recorder.

When Ying Xingjue received this message, he lowered his head and prepared to send a message: OK, when...

Before the sentence was finished, there were several knocking sounds from the window.

Almost instantly, Ying Xingjue knew who was outside the window, he stepped forward to open the window, and sure enough Wei San was outside.

"Can I go in?" Wei San asked with both hands on the edge of the window.

She asked very strangely. This was not the first time Wei San had turned the window. Before, he had come in directly without asking him.

Ying Xingjue's eyelashes moved up and down, and he reached out to Wei San who was outside the window: "Come in."

Wei San stared at Ying Xingjue's clean and slender fingers for a long time, and finally took his hand and jumped into the room with the strength of the opponent. After entering, Wei San quickly released his hand.

Ying Xingjue hung down beside his trouser legs, his ring and little fingers curled up slightly, and said, "I'll ask him to come over now."

Wei San nodded: "I'm waiting here."

He was contacting the middle-aged man from last night to come over. Wei San stood in the room and waited quietly, his eyes fell on the opposite wall, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

On the other side, in the living room, Huo Jian and Ji Chuyu both came out and stood silently behind the door of Ying Xingjue.

Since Ying Xingjue had two accidents and came back, they have always been paying attention to the movement in Ying Xingjue's room to prevent similar situations from happening again. Therefore, when there was one more person in Ying Xingjue's room, the two immediately posted it.

"Sit here and wait." After Ying Xingjue finished sending the message, he pulled a chair in the room and let Wei San sit down, then turned and walked towards the door of the room.

He opened the door a little and saw Huo Jian and Ji Chuyu standing outside: "I'm fine."

Ji Chuyu stood on the left and could just see a little inside the door, and found a pair of feet.

The door wasn't wide open, so he couldn't see anyone, but the shoes he knew were Damocles boots.

A name appeared in Ji Chuyu's mind almost instantly.

"We're in the living room." Huo Jian said, and pulled Ji Chuyu away.

The door closed again, and Situ Jia, who was waiting in the living room, asked, "Who's inside?"

Huo Jian couldn't see that position, he turned to look at Ji Chuyu.

"Wei San." Ji Chuyu sat down and said.

Situ Jia breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't a gangster, but: "Why does Wei San always have to open the window? He never walks through the front door."

"I heard that she likes to climb the wall in Damocles Military Academy." Huo Jian suddenly said, "It may be a quirk."

Huo Jian didn't know about Damocles Military Academy before. Later, in training and competitions, he confronted Huo Xuanshan. For some reason, he went to the forum of Damocles Military Academy and searched it secretly. This information is from the forum. It seems.

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"We went to see Dr. Jing in the early hours of the morning." Wei San said, "This compression explosive was indeed put there by them."

"To control you?" Ying Xingjue asked.

"Almost." Wei San looked up at him, "more precisely, to control the people infected by the black insect mist."

Ying Xingjue frowned: "Can they determine your situation?"

"The test results of the nutrient solution have come out. There is a variant of black insect mist in it. Someone or an infected person moved their hands and feet in the nutrient solution." Wei San looked down at his wrist. , "To prevent accidents, so they put compression explosives/charges on the micro data loggers."

Ying Xingjue stood opposite Wei San and looked at her: "They didn't tell you beforehand."

Wei San rested his hands on the desk: "You have seen the black gas in my blood. I was infected, but I was not temporarily swallowed by the black insect mist."

"In Magic Night Star, my perception can remove the black insect mist." Ying Xingjue looked at Wei San's eyes, "Maybe I can try."

Wei San stretched out a hand and said indifferently, "Then try it."

Ying Xingjue did not directly hold Wei San's hand, but took out a knife and a petri dish from the medical box on the table, and gently pressed one of her index fingers: "I will scratch it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wei San stretched out his other hand to hold Ying Xingjue's hand, and with a forceful stroke, the blood on his finger instantly dripped into the petri dish.

Seeing Ying Xingjue frowning, Wei San smiled indifferently and said, "It's just a skin injury, just rub some medicine."

He was silent for a long time and whispered: "It will hurt."

Wei San looked down at the scratched finger: "Individual soldiers are often injured, this is nothing."

Ying Xing Jue did not rush to try, but held Wei San's hand and rubbed the medicine for her quietly.

"If Ji Chuyu sees the commander of the Imperial Military Academy helping me apply medicine, he may die of anger." Wei San said suddenly, watching Ying Xingjue's action of applying medicine.

Ying Xingjue didn't answer her, just lowered her eyes and carefully wiped off the excess medicine that overflowed from the wound around her fingertips.

After that, Ying Xingjue covered the blood on the petri dish with his senses. As he could see, the black energy gradually dissipated, but the vitality in the blood suddenly disappeared.

"How's it going?" Wei San asked when he saw his sense of restraint.

Ying Xingjue whispered: "The black qi and your blood have been thoroughly mixed together."

The two are interdependent, and if he uses his perception to attack Heiqi, it is equivalent to attacking Wei San.

"Try again, no need to take blood." Wei San got up and extended his hand to him again.

Ying Xingjue lowered her eyes and said yes.

This time, the two held hands together, and Ying Xingjue's perception penetrated into Wei San's body from the palm of his hand.

Originally, Wei San was extremely resistant to Ying Xingjue's perception entering her brain. Since his perception infiltrated, she was already suppressing an impatient impulse.

"You start."

Ying Xingjue tried to cover and eliminate the black qi with her perception. Wei San was obviously extremely uncomfortable. Her black pupils continued to deepen, and she even had a faint urge to spread around.

"Wei San?" Ying Xingjue noticed, and he stopped attacking her with his senses.

But now Wei San looked at him with a cold and unfamiliar look.

"you……"

Wei San directly pushed Ying Xingjue to the wall, and the two still held one hand, but her other hand pressed tightly on his shoulder, making him unable to move.

The moment Ying Xingjue slammed into the wall, the people in the living room heard the sound, and Ji Chuyu immediately stood up at the door and asked, "Xingjue?"

"...I'm fine." Ying Xingjue closed his eyes, "Someone will come over later, you let him come in directly."

Hearing that Ying Xingjue's tone was normal and her speech was clear, Ji Chuyu finally returned to the living room and sat down. Since there is Wei San in it, she shouldn't do anything.

If he had pushed in the door just now, he would have found that Ying Xingjue and Wei San were standing face to face with their necks facing each other, their postures extremely ambiguous.

When Ying Xingjue stopped attacking with his perception, Wei San had not fully recovered his sobriety, but instead was tempted by his perception power, so he used to move people to the wall and rub against his ear.

She unconsciously longed for this sentient power in him.

Disgust and fear were intertwined with suppressed desire, so Wei San pressed one hand tightly against Ying Xingjue's shoulder, and at the same time put his head close to his neck, his breath hit his cold white skin, that small piece of skin. gradually reddened.

Ying Xingjue looked up at the lamp on the ceiling, her Adam's apple moved, she took her perception back, and whispered to her, "Wei San, wake up."

Without the perception of super 3s level, Wei San's eyes gradually returned to normal, and the person was completely awake.

She suddenly let go of Ying Xingjue's hand, took a step back, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."

Ying Xingjue's back was aching. Just now, Wei San used at least 50% of his strength to accustom him to the wall.

"My perception can't help you." Ying Xingjue clenched his hand hanging on the side of his thigh in the void. His perception could even provoke Wei San's attack, making her unconscious.

Wei San raised his hand and squeezed the back of his neck, and smiled: "It's okay, it seems that the independent army has no problem in taking precautions."

The two stood quietly opposite each other, and no one made a sound.

About half an hour later, the middle-aged man came. He came in and took out the toolbox and asked, "Only dismantle the compression explosive/powder to damage this recorder?"

Wei San's eyes fell on the miniature data recorder and asked: "If you don't remove it, just change the control switch that controls the compression explosive/charge, will it work?"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Ying Xingjue.

Ying Xingjue didn't speak, even he just quietly looked down at the floor.

"I want me to be able to control compression explosives." Wei San continued.

The middle-aged man turned his head: "This can be done. I have studied the micro data recorder before, and it won't take too long."

"That's troublesome."

The middle-aged man took off the compression/dynamite, took off the control system inside, and took out a small button-shaped thing from the tool box: "After reloading the compression explosive/charge, just press this , the compression explosive/charge on the miniature data logger can be activated.”

Wei San took it and put it in his hand and looked at it: "It's a little small and easy to fall off."

The middle-aged man lowered his head and remodeled, and said a little: "It can be controlled by a system connected to the optical brain, but I think the optical brain has the possibility of being invaded, so this kind of physical control button will be safer."

Wei San looked at the toolbox brought by the middle-aged man, and said, "Borrow your tools and use them."

She sat down, took out some unused mecha material, and slowly twisted it with sharp-nose pliers, and there were other things at hand.

The middle-aged man occasionally raised his head to see Wei San's movements: "You may be a good material for learning mechanics."

Wei San smiled: "I won't be a mecha in the future, I will definitely come to learn the craft from you."

By the time the middle-aged man fixed the micro data recorder, Wei San was almost done.

Originally, it was just a button device the size of a small button, but it was made into a necklace-shaped thing by Wei San.

The chain is a thin chain twisted from mecha material, and the button device can be seen by flipping the flip cover in the middle. This flip box can prevent accidental touches.

"This is done." The middle-aged man put down the micro data recorder, packed up his tools, and left first.

After leaving, the room fell silent again.

Finally, Wei San broke the silence. She got up and said with a smile: "The infected person is still too dangerous, especially at a high level like me, it really needs a shackle."

Ying Xing would never take her words.

Wei San grabbed the 'necklace' on the table and put his hand in front of Ying Xingjue: "This is for you, I hope you will take care of it."