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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Carl and Arthur raised their heads from the experiment at the same time—their research for today has successfully come to an end.

"how is the progress?"

"I have achieved the effect I want, where is the senior?"

"Well, me too. My modification purpose is different from yours. It may be a little more complicated. This month's task is to modify this mecha. We will use the mecha in hand to fight from next month. "

"Yes, senior. Let's go to dinner now."

"I haven't ordered anything yet, what to eat?"

Carl was a little speechless (#－.－).

"Oh, I'll order now, let's go back to the dormitory first, we can eat soon."

Arthur touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"Okay, wash your hands first."

……

The days after cohabitation seemed to be no different from usual. The two of them were still running back and forth between the laboratory and the dormitory, occasionally having academic exchanges, and basically conducting experiments.Oh, there are also differences. When they rarely have free time, the two will also have some meaningless conversations (commonly known as small talk), and in such conversations, they understand each other better and fit better.

Under such a daily cycle, a month is fleeting.

When they came out of the laboratory this time, Carl and Arthur were holding a large box in their hands, which contained the parts of the A-level armor-from tomorrow, they will enter the mech combat practice room to formally carry out the mech training. Armor combat training.

After a month of modification and reconstruction, the original A-level armor has completely changed its appearance. If it is taken to the street to be recognized by others, I believe that no one will recognize its original appearance.

Similarly, one month is enough for them to transform the mecha into the appearance they are most satisfied with. Thinking of tomorrow's mecha battle, both of them are full of confidence.

"Senior, let's make a bet."

"What are you gambling?"

It was rare for Arthur to say such a thing, and Karl responded with great interest.

"Just bet on who will win tomorrow."

"Okay, what's the bet?"

"One request, the loser has to promise the winner one request."

"A request? It's not too much, but this request must be within the scope of ability and not harm the interests of others."

"Of course!"

"Okay, let's gamble."

Normally, Karl would never do such a boring thing, and would never agree to this nonsensical condition, but today all his experiments were successfully completed, which made him feel very bright, and the person who made this request was always The junior who has always been pleasing to the eye, Karl agreed.What's more, Karl didn't think he would lose, such a bet would do him no harm.

"Now move the mecha to the combat practice room. Do you want to assemble it later or assemble it tomorrow morning?"

"Let's assemble it tomorrow morning, it won't waste too much time anyway."

"Okay, then let's go there now, and go back to the dormitory directly after putting away the things. There is no arrangement for the afternoon."

"Ah."

The two walked slowly to the mech combat practice room (mainly Carl was walking slowly, Arthur was cooperating with his pace), it was still Carl who unlocked it with his fingerprints, and then they walked in together.

This is Arthur's first visit to the school's mech combat practice room. Just as he imagined, the walls and the ground of the practice room have a metallic luster. They should be made of some kind of aluminum alloy to avoid the mecha battle. But it is a little different, that is, the mech combat practice room in front of him doesn't look that big, and at most two mecha battles below S level can be conducted at the same time, and the mecha he saw in the palace In the combat practice room, at least five S-rank mecha battles can be conducted at the same time.

"Senior?"

Arthur has some doubts.

"There are only two of us, and such a large space is enough."

After a month of getting along, even if Arthur didn't say it clearly, Carl could quickly understand what he wanted to express, and put the box in his hand away calmly, and Carl explained as usual.

"I see."

Arthur suddenly realized that starting the mecha battle practice room required power consumption. If there were only two of them, of course there was no need to use a larger venue extravagantly.Arthur also put the box in his hand away, looked back at the settings in the arena, and followed Carl out of the practice room.

Back in the dormitory, Carl took the clothes first and rushed into the bathroom, while Arthur packed the clothes for the shower without any surprises, and then took out his optical computer and started ordering food—one month is enough for Arthur Knowing about Carl's cleanliness, as long as he comes back from the laboratory, the first thing Carl does must be to take a shower.Although Arthur himself has it, it's far less serious than Carl's, so every time he waits for Carl to finish washing before going in to wash, and during this time, he will order takeaway for the two of them by the way.

It takes only ten minutes for the two of them to take a shower, so when Arthur comes out of the shower, the takeaway will almost arrive, and then he goes out to pick up the takeaway, and then finishes lunch/dinner with Carl, and then continues to do his own matter.

In most cases, lunch for the two is settled in the laboratory, and after dinner, Carl reads a book → sleeps, and Arthur reads the news → run at night → take a shower → sleep.But today is different. The experiment has been completed. After lunch, the two sat on their respective beds, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Senior, may I take the liberty to ask you a question?"

After a period of silence, Arthur finally opened the topic first.

"Tell me, I'll see if I can answer."

Carl is also just bored. Neither he nor Arthur has the habit of taking a nap, and he will not choose to go out in summer—in fact, even if it is not summer, Carl will not go out if it is not necessary—in this case, it is also good to be able to chat not bad.

"That's right, senior, do you still remember Dika Julian?"

Arthur was a little nervous. After all, what Dika Julian did back then was too disgusting. He was afraid that if he mentioned it now, it would make Karl angry.

"Julian?"

Karl frowned slightly, thought for a while, and shook his head.

"I've never heard of that name."

"That's my roommate from before."

"It's him, why don't you mention what he's doing?"

Carl's brows were deeply frowned immediately, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line. Obviously, he was not in a good mood-what this person did back then is still disgusting when I think about it now.

"Sorry senior, I'm just a little curious. Because there was news from the palace later that the second son of the Julian family had suffered great physical and mental injuries, and he was still lying on the bed, almost incapacitated. Senior, you were...?"

After this incident came out, the Julian family actually went to the palace to make a fuss, but the rights of the Lawrence family were much higher than them. In addition, the explanation given by the school pointed out that it was Dika Julian who suffered the consequences himself, and still Once he listed his actions, and although Dika lost his ability to move, he didn't hurt his life at all, so it didn't matter in the end.

"Oh, I probably used [-]% of my strength, plus a little mental impact and hints, I can't die."

Karl waved his hand indifferently, he had already acted lightly.

"Eighty percent...Senior, I heard that anyone who has confessed to you more than three times has been 'guided' by you."

"It's not that exaggerated. The main reason is that they are too persevering. After being rejected, there is almost no period of loss. It is really annoying to confess one after another."

"So it is."

Arthur understood: Karben is a lazy person, and it is troublesome for him to refuse a person's confession all the time, no wonder these people will be taught a lesson.

For some reason, Arthur suddenly felt grateful that he was an SSS-level Alpha of the same level as Carl.

[Perhaps because of this, even if I get beaten up by the senior, it won't be so miserable... What am I thinking, I won't do things that make the senior angry, how could I be beaten? ]

Arthur shook his head invisibly: he was thinking wildly again.

[The author has something to say: Father Jun: Is Arthur cranky, who knows emmmmm~]