Song Ci secretly stuffed the blanket into his space buckle, and drank the physical recovery potion given by Tang Fan "rudely" and then slowly stood up from the chair.

And while Tang Fan was not paying attention, he secretly twisted his neck and moved his waist.

Knowing that Song Ci and Major General Song had thin skin, Tang Fan could only pretend not to notice the crisp sounds behind him, staring at the screen in front of him.

Even if there are only corpses piled up together on the screen and the raging fire on them.

But who made Major General Song Ci and Major General Song his nominal brother?

Even if he doesn't give him face, he has to give face to Marshal Song and Ms. Yao, right?

But looking at it, Tang Fan actually saw something.

In order to make up her judgment, she didn't care about the embarrassment just now, turned her head and grabbed Song Ci's hand, "Major General Song, come and take a look..."

Song Ci felt a current flowing from the fingers that were holding each other directly to his whole body, making him feel numb.

Like a ignorant child, Tang Fan was pulled to the screen.

But when he saw clearly what Tang Fan had on his other finger, the metallic luster, which was not very obvious, was like a basin of cold water pouring towards him.

All the love between children disappeared in that moment.

Song Ci hurriedly pulled out the drone's remote control from the space buckle, allowing it to get closer to Tang Fan's finger little by little.

As the camera pulled in bit by bit, a thin metal sheet as thin as a cicada's wing and carved with fine lines appeared brightly on the screen.

As an excellent mecha caster, Tang Fan not only saw at a glance that the metal sheet was made of red gold, but also inexplicably felt that the exquisite patterns looked extremely familiar.

Her hands unconsciously moved with the lines of the metal plates, copying the familiar lines again and again, thinking about the meaning they represent.

When the drone had to distance himself from the fire and turned the partial picture into the overall picture, and when Tang Fan finally turned his attention to the position of the thin metal sheet, Tang Fan finally realized it.

Generally speaking, if a dead object like a mecha or a starship wants to move, it must have a "brain".

People call that thing a chip.

As a mecha founder who has learned Starship casting, Tang Fan has never made tens of thousands of chips to control mechas and Starships, but there are still thousands of chips, but none of them are similar to this one.

So, where does this familiar feeling come from?

Which beast-type mecha on the experimental star?

Tang Fan took off the chip and saw that although it was slightly different from the manual mecha, it was not consistent with the pattern on this chip.

Tang Fan rubbed his temples and recalled his life from scratch from scratch.

Before the age of fifteen?

No!

Blue Ocean Mecha Academy?

No!

Down's mecha?

No!

Alliance Military Academy?

without……

No, she remembered it!

Tang Fan pushed the back groove, silently took out Bai Jifeng from his space buckle and played with his game tablet for a while.

On the gaming tablet screen in Tang Fan's hand, a beautiful silver thread appeared in front of Tang Fan.

Tang Fan pulled out a pen and slowly outlined it in the direction of the silver thread. The pattern exactly the same as the chip in the big screen appeared under Tang Fan's pen.

Tang Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

No wonder I look familiar!
Chapter completed!