Admiral, Your Wife Is Gone ABO - Chapter 4
Huo Lanjing didn’t leave he remained standing nearby.
Watching Luo Le grimace and wince as he applied the medicine, Huo Lanjing found it rather amusing. He thought that if Luo Le asked for help, he might reluctantly offer assistance.
But after waiting for quite some time, Luo Le never uttered a word.
Completely oblivious to Huo Lanjing’s presence, Luo Le was wrestling with the bandage in his hand. He simply couldn’t get it wrapped properly.
Just as he was about to use his mouth to grab the end of the bandage again, Huo Lanjing snatched it away with one hand.
His hand accidentally brushed against Luo Le’s lips, the soft touch making him quickly withdraw.
Fumbling around, Huo Lanjing muttered, but his hands moved swiftly, wrapping the bandage neatly in a few quick motions.
With the Star Need Card, you can freely enter and exit the military district, he explained hurriedly before turning and leaving.
Luo Le watched his retreating figure, puzzled.
Did he come all the way here just to tell me that?
Overcome by drowsiness, Luo Le stopped dwelling on it. He quickly dried his hair and climbed into bed. Sniffing the blanket, he detected Huo Lanjing’s scent.
Satisfied, Luo Le drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
He slept soundly until ten o’clock the next morning.
Luo Le had no recollection of when Huo Lanjing had come up or left.
He hadn’t felt this sense of being enveloped by Huo Lanjing in a long time.
Wrapped in his blanket, Luo Le was reluctant to get up.
Suddenly, his wrist flashed.
Luo Le glanced at the message on his Smart Brain, momentarily dazed, before rising to wash up and head out.
An hour later, at Fifth Plaza.
Luo Le had just stepped out of the hovercar when he saw someone waving and running toward him.
Brother Le, you’re finally here! The competition’s about to start. Let’s hurry inside—being late will count as a forfeit.
Luo Le dodged the outstretched hand, giving him a lazy look.
The other man awkwardly withdrew his hand, scratching his neck. Sorry, Brother Le, I was just a bit excited. I forgot you’re an omega.
It’s fine. Let’s go in.
Alright, Brother Le, follow me.
Luo Le nodded and followed him into the inner arena.
This was a Mecha Competition.
The man, Feng Cheng, was someone Luo Le had met on StarNet a year ago. They often teamed up for missions and had a decent relationship.
A month ago, Feng Cheng had suddenly asked Luo Le to participate in the competition together.
Luo Le had never been interested in competitions of this caliber.
But when he heard it was being held on the Fifth Planet, his interest piqued.
For the past year, he had repeatedly requested to visit Huo Lanjing, only to be denied each time with the excuse of insufficient justification.
This is the perfect opportunity, he thought, and immediately agreed to participate.
Brother Le, Brother Le? It’s time to go on stage.
Luo Le snapped out of his thoughts. Right, let’s go.
The two of them stepped onto the stage.
A spotlight suddenly blazed down, its intense glare forcing Luo Le to shield his eyes.
In a nearby VIP box, Huo Lanjing, who had been invited as a guest, frowned slightly upon seeing the figure on stage.
Captain Lin, standing beside him, noticed the man’s darkening mood and discreetly glanced at the brooding figure radiating a palpable aura of displeasure.
He silently averted his gaze, pretending not to have seen anything.
Welcome, everyone, to the 1,000th annual Mecha Competition! This year’s competition will evaluate participants in two areas mecha construction and mecha operation. Teams of two will collaborate, dividing tasks as needed. The construction phase has a four-hour time limit. Countdown begins now!
Feng Cheng stared at the small black pillar in front of him, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
He had already made up his mind as soon as the competition ended, he would buy this mecha. He had saved up all the money for it.
He was about to have his own mecha, and it was even one made by Brother Le!
Inside the small workshop, Luo Le paused, looking at the components laid out on the workbench.
Planet 5 was indeed still quite behind. In the Empire, competitions like this would have participants spend five days in temporary workshops, building the entire mecha from scratch.
But the table before him only held various small parts and a curved Mental Pump attachment.
It seemed this competition focused solely on crafting the mecha chip and attachments.
After putting on his protective suit, goggles, and mask, Luo Le approached the workbench.
Activating the light screen on the table, he saw the list of components he needed to create two mecha arm joints, one mecha chip, and one Mental Pump.
The competition provided the mecha body model SN13580, an outdated design from ten years ago.
The mecha chip he needed was incompatible with the outdated chips commonly used in the market.
The military academy instructors had only mentioned it briefly.
Fortunately, Luo Le had loved disassembling and reassembling mechas since childhood, and he had actually encountered this particular type before.
He picked up the components and began crafting the chip based on his memories.
As he used his Mental Power to fuse the chip’s components, he monitored the real-time performance metrics.
The chip’s rating gradually improved from C to B, then A, before finally settling at A+.
Luo Le frowned at the unchanging metrics.
For the past year, his mechas had been stuck at A+ grade.
No matter how hard he worked, he couldn’t break through this barrier.
Could it be because his Mental Power was only A-grade? Had he reached his limit?
One hour remains! The answer is about to be revealed. Who will emerge victorious in the end? Stay tuned!
The broadcast suddenly blared.
Time was running out. Luo Le set aside the chip and began crafting the arm joints.
His Mental Power was continuously drained, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.