Aix, thinking along the same lines, added, "That girl is something else. How did it feel piloting her mech?"

Bent considered for a moment. "If she's willing to sell, I'll buy it back for Auger to study." Auger was the chief armor smith of the Angel Legion, and their Hurricane-class mechs were one of his proudest achievements.

Hearing this, Aix knew her mech was extraordinary as well, nodding. "Good. I'll send a voice message asking her to stop about a thousand meters ahead."

Bent mused, "No rush."

Just as he spoke, the Ping'an model's voice system activated automatically, and Ziye's voice came through the system: "Aix, Bent, ahead is Kira Star's most famous Wind-Moon Lake. Shall we go down and have some fun?"

Bent was shocked again!

His mech, Hurricane 001, and Aix's Hurricane 002 had internal voice systems for private conversation, but speaking to the Ping'an required using the external voice balancing system. What was going on with this sudden internal voice system? When had Hurricane 001 established an internal voice link with the Ping'an model without him knowing?!

Ah, ah, ah, this was definitely a devil mech!

Before he could calm down, Aix's voice came through as well: "Sure, I love water the most, don't you think so, Bent?"

Damn it, it wasn't an internal voice system, but an internal voice sharing system!!

An internal voice sharing system—any mechs within the system could communicate with each other, just like ordinary online chatting. The key point was, how did she install the system in just a few minutes? Even if the Ping'an mech itself had this system, and she had installed the system on Hurricane 001, there was no reason why Aix's mech would suddenly gain this function!

Bent stared at the mech's optical computer, and the image of the little loli girl who suddenly appeared on the screen flashed through his mind. Could it be that program?

No, he had to find a way to bring her back to the legion. If she was truly talented, harrumph, Bent revealed a satisfied smile, the Commander would surely forgive him for skipping class!

Meanwhile, inside Hurricane 001, Little Sprout was roaring with laughter.

She had initially thought Bent was a strong figure, but he turned out to be such a silly goof, letting a little loli tease him for so long. Seeing his reaction, Little Sprout found it incredibly amusing.

Adhering to the principle of not enjoying things alone, she happily shared everything Bent was doing inside the Ping'an with Ziye. Ziye almost rolled on the floor laughing. As for the internal voice system, it was purely Ziye's own ridiculous idea.

Ziye wanted to stop the two ahead, but she couldn't figure out the voice system on Hurricane 001, so she asked Little Sprout for help. Little Sprout casually tampered with a few programs, integrating Ziye's Ping'an into the internal systems of Hurricane 001 and 002. It was done in just a few seconds.

Wind-Moon Lake—as its name suggested, it had wind and resembled the moon.

Overlooking from the air, the entire lake was crescent-shaped, winding around the mountains, and the water was intensely, intensely green, with thick clouds reflected in the water, churning and shifting. Aix arrived at the lake first, landed on the dedicated mech platform, retracted her mech, and waved at the two still in the air. Ziye stopped shortly after, but couldn't see Bent anywhere. Looking up, she saw that fellow rushing straight toward the lake surface!

What the hell! What was he trying to pull?

Ziye watched the Ping'an model's unsteady movement, like a frail old lady. What if it accidentally fell into the lake? Her mech wasn't equipped with waterproofing!

Just as she thought she was about to watch the Ping'an plunge into the water, it suddenly braked, hovering a foot above the surface, then leaped up.

Subsequently, Aix, Ziye, and the tourists on the shore witnessed an astonishing sight. The Ping'an mech began to dance on the vast surface of the lake.

The Ping'an model had a sleek, minimalist exterior, its metallic lines sharp and angular, futuristic yet full of explosive power. Its black body, rendered in crimson, looked carved from a blade, performing a military dance in mid-air, conveying an impression of unbreakable strength. Even the dents and scratches covering its surface were magically ignored, leaving only that tough, stark beauty.

The surrounding tourists were captivated by this miraculous dance and rushed over to take pictures. Soon, a large crowd gathered on the shore. Even Little Sprout recorded the entire process in amazement, exclaiming while filming, "Ziye, Ziye, he's amazing! Look, he actually bent the Ping'an's waist to 75 degrees! Kicking his leg back like that is so cool!"

Little Sprout knew the performance capabilities of the Ping'an model. With her own skill, there was absolutely no way to bend its waist to 75 degrees; attempting to force it would only result in one outcome: fracture.

However, an experienced pilot was different.

They could skillfully avoid critical stress points by adjusting angles and direction to achieve the desired posture. Therefore, Bent was undoubtedly a skilled pilot.

Seeing her brother's dance, Aix did not join him but turned on her mech's external audio system to provide musical accompaniment.

The greatest benefit of being twins was the telepathic connection; they knew each other's thoughts without prior communication or discussion. Aix didn't need to ask her brother; she could tell the music he needed from his movements.

When the gorgeous and stunning soundtrack began to play, the tourists present assumed it was a pre-planned performance. Only Ziye knew that they hadn't coordinated at all beforehand.

Feeling playful, Ziye re-entered her mech cockpit, opened the projectile launcher, disassembled all the shells, externally linked an airflow absorption device, sucked in the mountain breeze, compressed it automatically, and fed it into the launcher, firing it over the water while avoiding the crowds.

Instantly, the calm lake surface was whipped into thousands of waves. The soaring spray danced to the music, becoming Bent's most dazzling stage.

The waves, sometimes slow and sometimes fierce, created an effect millions of times better than a musical fountain. Within a few minutes, nearly everyone nearby was alerted, and some even set up super-cameras in mid-air to film the entire spectacle.

When the performance ended, Bent opened his cockpit, waved to the audience, and with a swoosh, vanished from sight, leaving only the cheers and screams of the tourists.

Ziye also quietly retreated from the crowd as he exited. In truth, many people had seen their two identical Hurricane models, but because the Ping'an was so eye-catching, they paid them no mind. By the time the Ping'an departed, they realized the Hurricanes were gone too, though nobody knew when.

The trio relocated to the other side of Wind-Moon Lake. Bent leaped out of his cockpit, exclaiming happily, "That was exhilarating! Sister, your mech bends so smoothly!"

Seeing him jumping around, Ziye instantly felt he had reverted from twenty years old back to ten, and she couldn't help but chuckle, "My mech is just average; your technique is what's good."

Bent seriously shook his head. "If it were a Hurricane model, it definitely couldn't achieve this effect. Sister, where did you buy your mech?"

Ziye gave a mischievous glance around, put her index finger to her lips to signal silence ("Shhh"), and the twins leaned in, thinking she was about to tell them a secret. She swiftly extended her hands and smacked both their heads together, laughing happily, "Not telling you!"

The twins rubbed the spots where they had been hit simultaneously and each grabbed one of Ziye’s hands. Before Ziye could turn around, she was held fast by both.

Ziye hastily raised her hands in surrender: "Two grandpas, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

The twins exchanged a glance. Aix smiled sweetly and said, "Forgiveness is possible, provided you hand over that airship in your mech hangar. Then we'll consider the little incident forgotten."

Ziye squinted at Aix. Bent quickly stepped in to rescue his older brother, pointing toward a star on the horizon with an expression of pure delight. "Look, look! How bright the light is, how beautiful life is! Imagine taking the airship down to the lake, enjoying the refreshing time on the water—just thinking about it is exhilarating!"

Hmph hmph, so they were eyeing her airship.

If they hadn't mentioned it, Ziye would have completely forgotten about the small airship inside, kept as an emergency backup in case the Ping'an suffered a major breakdown and had to be abandoned. Now that they were outside Silver Charm Star, the airship had essentially completed its historical mission. She didn't really care, but she still put on an expression of painful sacrifice: "Alright, alright, you can use it."

Aix immediately pounced forward happily. "Sister is mighty!"

Ziye quickly dodged. "Men and women shouldn't be too close!"

Aix froze for a moment, then burst into helpless laughter. Bent seized the opportunity while Ziye was distracted, scrambled into the mech in a few quick movements, released the airship from the hangar, jumped aboard in a few more, and waved at them: "Let's hit the water!"

Ziye's life had always been strictly ordered; she never danced in her mech or used an airship as a motorboat. Unusually stimulated by the twins' playful spirit, she joined in the reckless fun.

The airship shot forward like an arrow. Aix treated it like a bumper car, driving it to crash and dart across the water, carving through the waves, unstoppable. Fortunately, there weren't many tourists on this side, and those present regarded it as a spectacle.

The wind on the lake was cool and refreshing, carrying the dampness of the water, blowing Ziye's hair upward. She stood up in the airship, facing the endless waves ahead, her heart filled with exhilaration.

Whether it was nostalgia for Silver Charm Star, the anxiety about getting into university, or the unease about the future—all of it was cast aside. Now, there was only one thought in her mind: to enjoy herself even more wildly!

The reason tourism is loved by so many is that during travel, one can play to their heart's content, daydream freely, and do everything they wish to do, without worrying about others' opinions or the burdens of daily life; there is no pressure.

In the rush of speed, there was only exhilaration and velocity.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from an unknown direction: "Beep!"

Bent jerked his head sideways, looking tensely at the flashing comms device in his hand. Seeing that it was an incoming message from Chen Yin, he let out a breath of relief and connected. "Little Yin Yin, miss us?"

Chen Yin whispered, "Where did you two run off to? The Vice Commander is about to lose his temper. He said if he catches you, he's definitely going to spank your backside."