If you choose one of the two, you can't get away with it no matter what.

So I kept thinking, thinking, thinking all day, until I thought about the sun climbing three poles high, and about other people coming back noisily after breakfast.

Damn it, you guys are living in peace, making me unable to eat well and sleep well.

Reluctantly ending the meditation, I walked out of the dormitory where I had stayed all day dejectedly. I bought some fried buns and soy milk from outside, and continued to think while eating. I didn’t know which sutra I had typed wrong, so I hung up the phone to my dad.

I asked a question without thinking.

"Dad, a girlfriend or a group of boyfriends, which one should you choose?"

As a result, my father answered quickly.

"Whichever side feels closer to you, choose whichever side you feel better."

It looked a bit like driving to the front of the mountain, so I quickly continued my efforts.

"The problem is that the person who is relatively close is not very reassured, and the person who is very reassured is not particularly close to me. What should I do?"

As a result, I was scolded by him.

"That's nonsense, don't worry, why don't you just kiss me!"

I was so frightened that I quickly cut off the communication.

When I returned to the document that looked like a death sentence, I was still terribly distressed. My brain seemed to be split in two. One half was Edith's painful and haggard face in the military conference room, and the other half was the technical officers in the meeting room.

The scene of sweating profusely under the scorching sun is not something that can be dealt with casually, no matter who you are.

I flipped through the body information in the appendix of the document, hoping to find some shining points that would allow me to distinguish between superior and inferior, but I was forced to give up after just a few minutes. As early as the first time I saw [Abagan]

I noticed something was wrong when I was there, because the two mechas were very similar in appearance. They were both light-weight machines with strong firepower and similar performance parameters, but the [Black Falcon] was more reliable.

, the protective performance is superior under the same take-off weight, but even after improvement, the speed is still slightly slower and the combat radius is also smaller.

[Abagan] inherits the advantages of [Lavokin], which is faster and has a longer range. However, although the Crassow family claims to have used a high-performance new lightweight alloy, the armor system is still relatively weak and cannot achieve the desired performance in normal combat.

The concept of distance defense against 40mm armor-piercing bullets is probably a sacrifice made to reduce weight.

In terms of the two most critical indicators of a mecha: mobility and maximum weapon mount, both perform very well.

In other words, performance is less of a consideration. No one has an absolute advantage.

I was getting more and more annoyed, thinking to myself, what the hell is this? Are you asking me to toss a coin to decide which side wins?

At this time, my father's words suddenly rang in my mind, "Don't worry, why don't you kiss your ass?" It was like a bucket of cold water was poured on me. I was immediately stimulated. Yes, I have been treating Edie for a year.

I have always trusted Si's words absolutely. Whether it was the contact with the Volga Company or anything else, I introduced everything without reservation. Just two days ago, I secretly asked her to provide suggestions for the bidding, but why am I hesitant now?

The reason is very obvious, because now Edith has been invisible to me as a businessman, or worse to say, the same type of person as other profiteers.

This unexpected discovery made me extremely angry and ashamed.

Your sister! When did I develop such a moral character?

Enraged, I grabbed a pen and signed it with a "swish", and then immediately sealed it into the document bag as if I was afraid that it would suddenly explode. Only then did I feel a big stone fall to the ground in my heart, like

It has accomplished a major mission.

No matter what time it was, I closed the curtains and buried myself in the bed to catch up on my sleep after being restless and exhausted all day. The whole day was filled with darkness.

The conscientious adjutant came to pick up the documents the next day, but the way I opened the door shocked the old man.

"Brother, were you beaten? Why is your face swollen like this?!"

"It's okay, I'm just a little angry. Damn, it hurts. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?"

"No, forget it, the officers are very anxious, I'd better hurry up and go back."

It took a lot of effort for me to resist the thought of taking back the document and destroying all traces of it, and I laughed twice despite my toothache.

"Then walk slowly."

"Okay, brother, you have to remember to take care of yourself."

After closing the door, the first thing I did was to shut down the PCP, then the forum was offline, the computer was shut down, and the curtains were closed, leaving the person in darkness, looking like a person with severe autism."

Autism is autism, no one can get me out of the room before I go back to the military academy.

I swear, I really stayed in my room for three days. I did nothing except chewing a few torn physical books with my flashlight. I always endured hunger and skipped meals and sneaked out.

I bought it, and the PCP showed more than a hundred missed calls. I didn't answer them because I felt guilty. When someone knocked on the door, I held my breath and pretended to be dead. Whenever I heard someone talking about mechas, I pricked up my ears.

As time went by, I felt like the stack of fast food boxes piled in the corner was starting to get moldy.

Seeing that there was still a week left before the holiday ended, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would be enough to get through this period, and I would never do such tiring work again.

But on this day, someone walked to my door.

The movement is very light, but very graceful, like a noble princess entering the world. But I am very familiar with this movement. Among the people I know, there is only one person with such grace.

Through the door panel, Edith just whispered:

"You have to die within half a minute, or you will never have to come out again."

My whole body shivered, so like a soldier after hearing the order, I immediately jumped out of bed as fast as I could, put on my clothes and rushed out. Only then did I realize that there was a group of people standing in the dark outside the door. I knew someone.

Some of them I didn’t recognize looked at me with big eyes and small eyes.

"Huh, it's okay. He's not dead. Everyone is gone."

After confirming my life status, Tieniu waved his hand and drove the group of people away.

"Follow me."

Edith said briefly.

I followed Edith out dejectedly. There was an inconspicuous Volkswagen parked at the door. After we got in, it immediately turned and drove out of the community, heading towards the suburbs.

Soon, I noticed that this direction seemed to be the location of the airport.

"Are you leaving today?"

I asked in surprise.

Edith gave me a cold look at my idiotic question.

"I have made at least thirty phone calls to you and sent you no less than fifty messages. Everyone should know this."

The implication is that I no longer look like a human being.

I was wrong, so I had no choice but to pretend I didn't hear him with my stupidest smile.

The car turned onto the airport driveway, and I helped Edith carry it up to the waiting room. But strangely, although other attendants carried their luggage and entered the boarding gate early, Edith had no intention of getting on the plane.

He took me straight to the coffee shop at the airport.

"Don't worry, their flight is in ten minutes and my flight is still in an hour."

Asking for a cup of black coffee, Edith replied calmly. I felt more relieved after hearing what she said, so I also ordered a cup of coffee.

"Why go to all this trouble?"

"Nonsense, I didn't want to buy you a drink to celebrate the victory. I couldn't contact you anyway. I heard Luohan and the others talked about it and found out that you were no longer in Yongcheng and went home. In the end, I got it from that little girl Ajelina.

The address is what drags you out."

Edith was talking about victory. She knew what it was without asking. The coffee cup I just picked up couldn't help but put it down again.

"That... the list is fine."

"Well, that's right. Although the number of twenty-four units is slightly different from what was expected, with the orders for two ocean-going combat ships and four offshore combat ships, it is barely enough to fill the financial gap for this year. Oh,

Thanks to the help of your teaching team, last week our improved [Lavokin B] won an order for twelve units from the Treaty Army. If nothing else happens, we should be able to achieve our first profit in five years."

A rare expression of joy appeared on Edith's face, and it seemed that even her cold eyes were smiling. She was probably too happy, and she misunderstood me for the first time.

I smiled, lowered my head and took a sip of coffee, swallowing the question along with it.

"By the way, you feel sorry for the people in Institute 715, don't you?"

After laughing, Edith suddenly said seriously. I shrugged and did not deny it.

"To be honest, I admire them a lot, and it also contains the hard work of my best friend."

"Oh, I know you have such a bad temper that can't be cured," Edith sighed, "Don't be discouraged. If the battleship project goes smoothly, I may give you a big toy as a gift. It will be a blessing to you."

Producing mechas should also be useful."

Last time I gave away two toys [Ilms], what are they this time?

I'm excited.

"Haha, it's a secret for now. Okay, that's it. You still have a lot of work to do."

Edith suddenly smiled evilly and asked a riddle, then interrupted the conversation and called the waiter to pay the bill.

Clean and tidy, this is her usual style.

"Oh, by the way, you should use this when saying goodbye," Edith raised her index finger to outline her lips, "Kiss."

This stimulation is really a bit strong. Although I have kissed once or twice before, it can be regarded as a joke or the sequelae of brain fever after being drunk. Now it is a bit hairy to do it directly.

"Face or lips?"
To be continued...