"A real match for our skills," White Hair mused, stroking his smooth chin.
The men and women in the Ship Command Department all had very high attractiveness, which caught White Hair, who was used to the relaxed atmosphere of the Special Training Base, by surprise.
"What match for skills?" the chubby one asked, rather foolishly.
"You don't understand... they're very strong," Yin Shuai said, pulling out a small bottle of hair spray from nowhere and smoothing his white hair down with a quick bow of the head.
That was his excitement as a handsome officer upon seeing many challengers.
The Ship Command Department was one of the few fields where the number of nobles could outstrip that of commoners.
Most of the grand noble families viewed piloting mecha, fighter jets, tanks, and the like as requiring one to fight brutishly on the front lines, which was terribly uncouth.
