Lytle was recognized as the ceiling of the empire's combat power. His mental body was so vicious that he ran over the entire star field, just like a walking piece of human ice. But he was mentally turbulent and clocked in on time every day. He had long forgotten what a peaceful sleep was. What was even more outrageous was that in his dream, there was a thin and small boy whose face he couldn't see clearly, but he had the mental power to hold him down and go berserk in just one second.
When he finally received his little guide, he found that the little guide was already scarred, and he was determined to take good care of his little rose.
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The academy's mecha preview competition has long had a default rule: sentries take damage and deal damage, and guides use spiritual buffs in the backcourt. Guides have always been "mobile buff pendants", and no one really regards them as combat power.
The day Wen Yu first joined the team, he was standing next to the light mecha wearing the uniform of the Empire's First Military Academy, with his eyebrows downcast, looking well-behaved and obedient. The captain patted him on the shoulder and warned him repeatedly: "You can stabilize the link in the back row later. Don't move forward. The most important thing is to protect yourself."
He nodded obediently and said yes, as he deserved to be soft and obedient, but his fingertips quietly curled up at his side.
The situation collapsed directly on the day of the knockout round. With the home team at a disadvantage, Wen Yu directly destroyed two enemy mechas. The whole place was silent for three seconds, and then the whole place exploded.
During the holographic video call in the evening, Wen Yu lay on the desk in the room, resting his chin on his arms, complaining with an aggrieved face: "They were too harsh today, saying that I could only shout "Come on." I took action because I had no other choice.
The expression on his face was so good that it was as if the person on the field who forced the two mechas to retire was not him at all.
Lytle looked at him on the other side of the screen, his tone was calm, and he didn't mean to expose it at all: "Yeah. It's their fault, but you should be more careful next time, don't put yourself in too much danger."
Wen Yu's eyes curved into crescents, and she obediently said "Okay."
I thought I would be trapped in endless riots and empty dreams for the rest of my life, until you appeared.
Daddy is a gentle and cool guy.
Purpose: Stepping through the quagmire of self-doubt, there are infinite possibilities for growth moving forward