As her father was about to fly into a rage, Zhang Xijin quickly snatched the tablet.
"Dad, Chen Kun sent a message!"
"He's already arrived at the warehouse where the powered mechs are stored!"
"If you have any questions, just tell me, I'll type them for you."
"Your typing speed is too slow. I'll help with these electronic devices that young people use!"
Looking at her daughter's innocent and pure expression, Zhang Weimin couldn't unleash any more anger.
Besides, Zhang Xijin had said that the other party was ready to send him photos.
Well, this matter concerns national security...
As for whether his daughter had become someone else's goddess and was in a relationship, these trivial parental matters could be dealt with later.
"The welding points inside the cockpit..."
"The triple-layered base of the mech's booster engine..."
"Lift the outer shell of the movable body, and the internal micro-power hydraulic system..."
"..."
Zhang Weimin spoke very quickly.
In a short while, his words spewed out like a machine gun, a long string of demands.
Zhang Xijin was completely bewildered.
Her typing speed could barely keep up with her father's speaking speed.
Just as Zhang Weimin took a sip of water and prepared to continue spewing demands,
Zhang Xijin looked at the long list of unsent texts, her head pounding.
"Dad."
"You're making too many requests at once."
"It's probably not good!"
Looking at the document of several hundred characters, Zhang Xijin felt that it was almost as long as a short essay... Moreover, Zhang Weimin still looked like he hadn't had enough and intended to add dozens more requests.
This was no longer a short essay.
It was an update to a web novel chapter.
Zhang Weimin, having finished his water, casually glanced at his daughter.
"Didn't this young man say you were his goddess..."
"Do I not know the petty tricks young people play..."
"He's unwilling to do a little something for his goddess..."
"This kind of person has serious problems with their political awareness and personal ideology..."
What was this all about?
Zhang Xijin was about to explode.
He was pursuing her, but she, Zhang Xijin, hadn't agreed to anything.
And why were they talking about personal ideology and political awareness?
Getting so worked up, it was as if she thought the other person was a soldier her father had led in the army!
Forget it, forget it.
Looking at her father's stance, ready to fight a wild boar that had snatched away their prize cabbage,
Zhang Xijin chickened out.
It was better not to explain this matter.
The more she explained, the less clear it would become.
Gritting her teeth, she continued to listen to her father spew out his demands.
"Alright."
"That's all the questions for now."
"You first have him take photos of the relevant details according to my requests and send them over!"
Zhang Xijin rubbed her sore hands from typing so rapidly.
Looking at the text in the unsent column, which was comparable to a lengthy essay, Zhang Xijin gritted her teeth and sent it.
...
After washing up.
Chen Kun, who had already arrived at the powered mech storage warehouse.
After sending a message to Zhang Xijin informing her that he was ready, he waited for a full half hour without receiving any reply.
Huh?
What's going on?
Why had Lin Hecheng's goddess suddenly gone missing?
As he was mumbling to himself,
A long string of messages was successfully received.
"Holy crap."
"Are you kidding me!"
"Forty-seven clearly listed requirements, over a thousand characters of information."
"This goddess classmate is writing a novel!"
Chen Kun patiently read through it, line by line.
His eyes lit up.
"Oh my god, this goddess truly loves mechs!"
"The conditions she proposed are simply too professional."
"Lin Hecheng, if she weren't your goddess, and if you weren't my sworn brother, I would pursue her regardless of everything!"
"In this world, there's actually a girl who loves mechs so much."
Feeling a sense of "friends meet after a long time, it's hard to find a true friend in this vast world," Chen Kun, not minding the trouble, pulled over the scaffolding and toolboxes, and began to photograph different parts of the mech according to "Zhang Xijin's requirements."
...
After waiting for over an hour.
Zhang Weimin's wife had already prepared the meal.
But Chen Kun still hadn't replied.
"Dad."
"Your requirements were too many."
"He probably didn't want to take pictures and is playing dead."
Facing his daughter's complaint,
Zhang Weimin, who was still studying the blurry and unprofessionally angled mech photos from Chen Kun's moments, mumbled without looking up.
"This little thing is already too much for him!"
"Back then, when I was pursuing your mother, I would wait under her dormitory building every day after training, bringing food, drinks, and flowers."
"No matter how cold the weather, how late the night, or how scorching the heat, I never stopped, and it took me over a year to win her over!"
Zhang Xijin's mother, who was serving the dishes, gave her husband a playful glare.
However, her eyes were filled with deep love and tenderness.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's right, exactly, exactly..."
"You persistent great romantic..."
"Hurry up and eat..."
Zhang Xijin felt goosebumps all over her body.
"By the way, Mom and Dad, can you stop showering me with affection in front of a single person like me..."
"Mom, why did you cook so much food? I'm already full from your displays of affection..."
"Also, delivering food and flowers late at night, in hot weather, or in the middle of winter, isn't that disturbing Mom's sleep and air conditioning?"
"Isn't that just being a straight man? Mom, did your roommates have any objections..."
As expected.
Women understand women better.
Zhang Xijin hit the nail on the head, pointing out the crux of the problem.
"Eat your food, so many dishes still can't shut you up..."
Zhang Xijin's mother directly stuffed a piece of pork rib into her daughter's mouth.
Hmm.
Zhang Xijin, who was smitten, finally understood.
It was likely that her mother had already had feelings for her father back then.
Otherwise, if those sycophants had bothered her late at night, in hot weather, or in the dead of winter, she would have simply blocked them!
Mmm.
Her father was indeed a straight man with a complex.
He actually thought that his persistence had moved her mother!
Trying to suppress a laugh, Zhang Xijin was about to focus on the pork rib in her mouth.
Then she heard continuous "ding dong ding dong ding dong" notification sounds.
"My goodness!"
"I thought my dad was already crazy enough!"
"This Chen Kun is also a ruthless person!"
Zhang Xijin only took a preliminary glance.
Chen Kun had sent hundreds of photos in lossless transmission format.
Because so many files were transferred at once, the tablet even lagged, and the pictures couldn't be loaded completely at first.
And the most infuriating thing was—
Chen Kun had actually sent a text message at the end.
"I never expected that Zhang Xijin, you're also an ultimate mech fan... That kid Lin Hecheng is truly blessed... Envious!"
Damn it.
If her father hadn't snatched the tablet away in time, Zhang Xijin would have thrown the tablet away.
What the hell.
What did he mean Lin Hecheng was blessed?
What did she have to do with him?
If it weren't for her father causing trouble, she wouldn't even have wanted to contact Chen Kun.
On the other hand, Zhang Weimin, who had snatched the tablet, had a look of finding a treasure.
He quickly grabbed the tablet.
He left a parting sentence... "You and your mom eat first, I'll have a good chat with you about goddesses when I have time."
Then he rushed into the study of their guesthouse.
Clearly, he intended to copy those lossless images sent by Chen Kun from the tablet to his laptop and enlarge them for careful study.
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