Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 65

Tulane, captain of the Ninth Squadron, took a deep breath immediately, thinking: “Oh my gosh, no wonder they have said that a beautiful lady has an unfortunate life. This is really not my day!”

She turned back at once, but her army boots had already betrayed her when she came. Jingheng shouted: “You stop!”

Tulane stopped and stood tightly against the wall. She considered a bit, turned facing the wall and kept her eyes on it.

Bixing withdrew his hands and adjusted his sleeves, as if the murderous look made a turn in front of him and went away like gentle wind.

If he acted as usual, giggling and flirting, Jingheng might have a chance to kick him out.

While the young man only stood erectly, staring at him with his bright and sincere eyes — too bright, almost innocent like a kid... When these, who work on scientific research, were waiting for a long-awaited operational result, their sights were always like that of kids.

Not to mention the warm breath that he could almost feel on the young man that stood right next to him, full of vitality.

Jingheng’s words stuck in his throat. A few seconds later, he stepped back a little to avoid this astonishing vitality. Spending all his calmness and self-control, he declined: “I really appreciate that. But I don’t have the same feeling. Besides, your father doesn’t like it if you have a close relationship with me either. Don’t do a wild goose chase. Now you can leave.”

Tulane, who was forced to stay to listen, thought that she must have mistaken her own boss, and it’s better to find a gene-lock to double-check.

Bixing blinked, not minding it at all. He might have made too much chicken soup to share, having these nonsenses at his tongue’s end that could even be placed into the toilet reading: “If you like a flower, it’s not necessary to see its blossom; if you like a person, it’s not necessary to have a result — how can you call the process of pursuing love and beauty as a wild goose chase? The pursuit itself is a wonderful process. Don’t you think so?” 

Jingheng obviously disagreed with him, speechless — his daily gentle words had run out, so he showed his true color: “Don't you have nothing else to do? Get out!”

While he did not pull out his gun, nor got to the degree of being angry — whereas, it felt like a fierce beast gently patting him with its paw, with its claws carefully retracted. Bixing was wild with joy for this gentle pat. Compliantly quitting while he was ahead, he greeted Tulane passively on his way out: “Hello Captain, I like your hairstyle; you look like a model. Please come to me if there are any needs for the mech maintenance.”

Tulane stared at his leaving back like looking at a martyr.

Jingheng felt like his wrist was burnt by a soldering iron, leaving a restless warmth on. His worries were just disturbed by Bixing and now disappeared. He had no idea whether it was a good or bad thing, with an indescribable weirdness.

He poured a glass of cold water for himself, beckoned to Tulane with a cold face, mentioning her to come over.

Tulane followed the order to adjust her look; dared not to keep him waiting, she washed her face quickly and cut off the long hair she kept for several years immediately, revealing her ears and neck. Only except she kept her two strips of curly hair beside her forehead, trying to muddle through his check.

Jingheng took a glance at her, feeling there was no sense of aesthetics, but like a longhorn beetle that had its cirri been curled by electricity. “Tell me about the situation of the IU," he said.

“Commodore,” Tulane suddenly packed up her grin after his word, standing in front of him erectly, “There is no Interstellar Union anymore.”

Her voice was calm and flat, but shocking like a clap of thunder in people’s ears.

“Where should I start?” she asked.

After a pause, Jingheng said: “The Silver Fortress.”

After looking up for a while, she said in a flat voice which was different from her usual loquacious style: “This year...in the end of last June, at midnight, the power system of the Silver Fortress suddenly crashed without any sign. The defense system closed, unable to restart — under this circumstance, over one thousand hyper-space massive mechs invaded into the atmosphere, bombing wantonly without showing identity or warning. The Silver Fortress suffered great losses.”

The Silver Fortress, accumulated by hundreds of generations from the Black Orchid Academy, used to have countless elites and ten years of management from Jingheng...