Vicious Male Counterpart Isn’t Competing Anymore

Sheng Heng entered the cockpit and the first thing after activating the mecha was to look at Yan Hao standing in the corner of the training room through the mecha's virtual screen. The finger moved slightly, and Yan Hao's face was enlarged on the virtual screen.

Yan Hao was also looking up at Black Soul at this time. As soon as the image was zoomed in, the two eyes collided through the screen. Uncontrollably, Sheng Heng stretched out his hand and touched Yan Hao's eyes.

Yan Hao didn't realize it, and his big eyes were full of brilliance. Seeing Sheng Heng went up without seeing any movement for a long time, he couldn't help but lower his head and press on the optical brain terminal on his right wrist. Immediately, in the cockpit of the mecha, the cue of the communicator sounded.

Sheng Heng switched on the communicator.

"Brother Heng, is there any problem with the mecha?" Yan Hao asked.

"No." Sheng Heng shook his head.

"Then why don't you start it yet?" Yan Hao asked.

Only then did Sheng Heng react. He entered the cockpit for a long time, patronizing his sweetheart: "I'm checking the weapon parameters."

Sheng Heng cleverly found an excuse.

"How about it, isn't it great?" Yan Hao asked proudly.

Sheng Heng hurriedly called up the weapon parameters of the particle cannon. I didn’t know it. I was shocked at first sight. This could not be a parameter that a level 6 weapon could have. The power of weapons has become so strong.

"This...Xiao Hao, what level of weapon is this?" Sheng Heng asked in horror.

"My master hasn't made weapons below level eight in more than ten years." Yan Hao said.

"Level eight weapon?" Sheng Heng knew that since his hand was injured, Black Soul is probably the highest level mecha he can drive in his life. The eighth-level mecha, even his elder brother Sheng Zhuo, was able to come into contact with the existence long after he entered the army, relying on his combat exploits and strength.

Although Yan Hao had only equipped himself with Level 8 weapons, and Black Soul was still a Level 6 mecha, but Level 8 weapons were only available to Level 8 Mechas.

"This particle cannon is level eight, but the black soul is only level six?" Sheng Heng asked.

"I designed a converter that allows low-level mechas to be equipped with high-level weapons, but the energy consumption is not small. Although the weapons can be used, they are definitely not as powerful as the same-level mechas." Hao urged again, "Try it now, I don't know how powerful this particle cannon can exert on Black Soul."

Although Yan Hao had probably calculated it, it was the first time this converter was used on a mecha. Without practical data, he was not too sure.

"Okay." At this time, not only Yan Hao, but Sheng Heng also wanted to know the power of this new weapon. He immediately activated the weapon system and aimed at a wall in the training ground specially used to test the strength of the weapon. After the weapon was stored, he bombarded it.

There was a loud bang, and the detector connected to the wall began to flicker, indicating that the number of weapon power was constantly rising. About three seconds later, the training stopped at a stable value: the weapon damage value 89785. Weapon evaluation, super level seven weapons.

Super level seven weapons, as the name suggests, are that their power has surpassed level seven weapons but has not reached the strength of level eight.

Although there was no perfect display of the original power of this weapon, Sheng Heng was already very satisfied. This destructive power was already more than five times the original destructive power of the Black Soul.

If the black soul can be equipped with this weapon in the future, if he can drive such a black soul to the battlefield, then he can become a level seven mecha fighter. No, if you work harder, relying on the mental power of the S-level, you may be able to become an eighth-level mecha fighter.

Can you become an eighth-level mecha fighter?

Outside of the mecha, Yan Hao naturally saw the weapon's evaluation value, 89,785, which was actually higher than he had imagined.

"The teacher is so powerful. The eighth-level weapons produced are actually 50% more powerful than those of the same level." Yan Hao subtracted the damage value of 89785 from the damage value he initially calculated, and quickly calculated the difference. .

When Yan Hao was surprised, the door of the cockpit of the mecha opened at this time, and Sheng Heng jumped out of the cockpit and ran to Yan Hao in three steps and two steps.

Sheng Heng's chest was violently ups and downs, and his fingers were trembling slightly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know which emotion to use to express clearly.

But just as Sheng Heng tried to calm his emotions and wanted to say something, Yan Hao spoke first: "Do you like the gift I gave you?"

"Like!" Sheng Heng would not like it, he was almost like it.

This is not just a gift, it is his dream since childhood. With these two particle cannons, his black soul possesses the strength of a Tier 7 mecha, and his father has no reason to forbid him to go to the battlefield.

The teacher said, to confess when the senior is most touched and happy, it should be this time.

"Brother." Yan Hao confessed to someone for the first time in his life, a little nervous, his heart beating.

The title of elder brother was called by Sheng Heng fooling Yan Hao. He told Yan Hao at the time that the child called his elder brother to act like a baby, and the request made when acting like a baby was most easily accepted. Since then, Yan Hao would call him that if he had something to ask him.

Sheng Heng heard Yan Hao calling his brother and knew that Yan Hao had something to ask him for help. He immediately lost his mind and looked at Yan Hao. Xindao, no matter what Yan Hao said for a while, he would definitely help.

Yan Hao suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed Sheng Heng's hand.

Sheng Heng froze, looking at Yan Hao in confusion and fright, and at the same time warned himself again and again in his heart not to think randomly, not to think randomly.

"This converter is a confession gift I specially prepared for you."

what!

Sheng Heng only felt that his brain banged, as if someone had been covered with a big clock and knocked it fiercely. What was buzzing was the echo of what Yan Hao said just now.

I specially prepared for you a confession gift, a confession gift, a gift~~~

"I...Although I have never been in a relationship, I think you should like me as a senior, right?" After speaking, Yan Hao waited expectantly for Sheng Heng's answer.

The answer to Yan Hao was Sheng Heng's abruptly clenched palm, which was so powerful that Yan Hao frowned slightly in pain, but he still did not withdraw his hand.

Before coming to confess, Old Pang warned him that when he confessed, he must hold the opponent's hand. First, he appeared sincere. Second, if the opponent was reserved and refused to agree, he could still hold on to grind. Third, if the opponent If you agree, you have to hold your hand even more.

Yan Hao endured the pain and didn't use to let go, but his painful expression fell in Sheng Heng's eyes, causing him to instantly turn back to God, and he would let go of his hand subconsciously. Yan Hao felt that Sheng Heng was about to withdraw his hand, so he was anxious, and grabbed his other hand, and both hands pulled Sheng Heng's hand back together.

"Brother, do you... want to let go?"

let go? Never think about it in this life.

Around Sheng Heng's arm, Yan Hao was easily pulled over by him. Sheng Heng turned around and pushed the person against the wall.

Yan Hao was very familiar with this posture. Wasn't the husband in the coffee shop restroom in this posture at the time? Senior Sheng Heng agreed, right?

"You agreed." Yan Hao exclaimed happily.

How could I not agree.

Sheng Heng leaned down and gave the answer with action. A kiss that he had been thinking about for countless days and nights, but could not practice it, finally got his wish at this moment.

"Well!"

When Sheng Heng’s lips pressed up, Yan Hao didn’t feel anything, but when Sheng Heng was unsatisfied with tearing the film of his lips and forcefully prying his lips open and sucking the tip of his tongue, Yan Hao wanted to scream in horror. , But all his voices were blocked by Sheng Heng, and finally turned into an ambiguous muffled grunt.

I don't know how long it took, just when Yan Hao felt that his tongue was numb and unconscious, Sheng Heng finally let go of him. At this moment, Yan Hao was already stupid, staring at Sheng Heng with his big eyes staring blankly, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Sheng Heng looked contented, smiled and raised his hand, gently wiping off the silver wire at the corner of Yan Hao's mouth.

"Hiss~~" Yan Hao cried out in pain.

"It hurts? Sorry." Although Sheng Heng's movements were gentle, he was too excited just now and accidentally bit Yan Hao's lip while kissing.

"No... it's okay, but... I'm not ready yet." Yan Hao lowered his head and said in a low voice.

The expression on Sheng Heng's face froze, and the joy in his eyes was replaced by fear. Not ready, what do you mean, is Xiaohao going to regret it?

"What do you mean?" Sheng Heng did not dare to ask the word repentance.

"I'm not ready for that." Yan Hao repeated it again.

"Which?"

"Just, **** life." After speaking, Yan Hao, who had been a virgin for two lifetimes, blushed immediately.

"!!!" Why did you get to that? Sheng Heng was shocked. Although he had been thinking about Yan Hao for a long time, he had no intention of blaspheming Yan Hao on the conscience of heaven and earth. Kissing like just now was the highest point of his illusion.

"According to investigations and studies, humans, like animals, have a slight tendency to violence when their sexual desires accumulate to a certain level, usually in the form of biting and gnawing, and your male hormones have surged just now." Yan Hao whispered. .

"Puff...hahaha..." Sheng Heng couldn't help it anymore, and took Yan Hao, who was still analyzing seriously, into his arms, and laughed, as if he was amused by what Yan Hao said just now. To express the joy of being confessed by a crush, Sheng Heng hugged Yan Hao tightly and laughed unscrupulously for a long time.

"It turns out, my junior brother, have you even considered this kind of thing?"

Sheng Heng vowed that he had never thought about anything when he kissed Yan Hao just now, but now, he has it.

"If you accept my confession, we are lovers. Couples are partners when they get married. Of course, partners have to consider this." As a rigorous mathematical genius, Yan Hao thinks things are longer than others.

"Partner? Xiao Hao, are you proposing to me?" Sheng Heng's smile deepened.

"If we are still together after graduation, I will propose." Yan Hao has also thought about this issue seriously.

The smile on Sheng Heng's face was slightly constricted, and his expression became solemn. He unconsciously pinched Yan Hao's tender palm with his fingers, and solemnly promised: "I'll wait."

Yan Hao was overjoyed when he heard this: "Then did I succeed in confession?"

As a rigorous man in science and engineering, Yan Hao needs an affirmative answer.

"I responded to you so enthusiastically, didn't Xiao Hao feel it? Then do it again." As he said, Sheng Heng bowed his head and kissed it again.

Yan Hao hummed and was pressed against the wall again.