"Shinji!"

As he wandered down the hallway on the L1 floor, a familiar voice called out to Shinji.

"It's you, Toji. ”

Shinji leaned lightly to the side, dodging Toji's running bear hug.

"It's really you, I thought I was calling the wrong person, and I looked at it for a long time. ”

Toji turned around and punched him in the shoulder again, and it felt hard like hitting a tire.

"No, why are your muscles so hard?" Toji said in surprise and pinched a few more times to confirm.

"Don't touch me, I'm sensitive to!" Shinji resisted.

Toji laughed and said, "Hehe, I haven't seen you for too long, they all said you were recuperating, and I thought you were dead." By the way, how did you become like this?"

"Well, post-traumatic sequelae. "Shinji plans to dye his black hair when he has time, and the lack of white hair is really eye-catching.

"So serious?!" Toji looked closer, his expression very solemn.

"It's okay, I feel much better than before, don't worry. ”

The two are also friends of life and death, and Toji really cares about Shinji.

"That's good, I've been looking for you to celebrate the victory, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance. Toji then lowered his voice and said, "The last battle seemed to be fierce, and even Mt. Fuji was destroyed......

"Shhhh

The details of the battle are top-secret information, and leaking them out will not do Toji any good.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked about that. ”

"Mt. Fuji is an active volcano, and I am sorry that it was an accident to erupt again. Shinji said helplessly.

"You've done so much for us, no one will blame you. Toji patted Shinji on the shoulder, "No matter what, I'm on your side." ”

"Thank you. ”

Shinji is usually more indifferent and doesn't have many friends, but Toji is one.

"But I'm so useless, I can only work in the equipment testing department, and I can't fight side by side with you. Toji said in frustration.

As an ordinary person, since the last time he was injured in the third plane, he has left a psychological shadow. Shinji understands very well, he has a reason to fight, and at the beginning, his mother was hanging on his side. And the physical and psychological comfort given by Misato, Ayanami and Asuka, he has only persevered until now, otherwise he would have collapsed long ago.

The lives of ordinary people are too fragile, and the pressure is too terrifying to face a mythical life form like an apostle.

Because it is not a contest at the same level of life at all, people always feel their own insignificance and powerlessness. Despite the EVA technology, it's not enough to give drivers confidence.

"It's okay, I'm not fighting alone. Everyone has something that they are not good at, and it is best to be able to find a position that suits you. Shinji comforted dryly.

"I understand. Your job is too dangerous, can't you kill those monsters?"

"Soon, the world will be peaceful, and everyone will have a bright future. "Just kill the number six, probably.

Shinji is also not sure, in this demonically modified EVA world, anything can happen. He is not surprised by any unexpected circumstances.

Now he is not a rookie who can be killed by a bullet, as long as he drives the first machine, he has the confidence to fight any enemy.

"I'm looking forward to that day so I can bring Sakura back. Then, Toji suddenly patted his head, "By the way, the equipment department is testing a large number of cockpits, is there a new pilot?"

"I haven't heard of it, what is the situation?" Shinji's heart sank, he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

It seems that the higher-ups have become jealous of some of his previous small actions, such as tinkering with artificial intelligence, modifying the software of the body, and disobeying orders. Shinji even wondered if his identity had been revealed. Although the skate blades have been confirmed, there are no traces of exposure.

"Now my main job is to test these new devices. It's all a standard test cockpit, not a real combat one. If you have more drivers to share with, you'll be much less stressed. ”

"Hopefully, that's probably a good thing. "What a fart, now the higher-ups have probably decided to give up on him, as a god-butcher's weapon, it must be firmly in his own hands, and hope cannot be pinned on others.

Even if he became a humanoid apostle, he would not be able to face the battlefield with his bare hands. Shinji knows that only by piloting the first machine can he exert his greatest combat power.

The stakes are so high that you have to check with Miri.

Shinji burns the fire and rushes to Misato's office. After knocking on the door, he waited for a while before Misato came over and opened the door.

"Why did you lock the door?"

"Nothing. ”

Shinji noticed that there was something strange about Misato's expression. There is a suspicious flush on his cheeks, his bangs are a little messy, and there are small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, which looks like a peach after a rain.

He chuckled in his heart, "You're not going to do anything bad, are you?"

There is also a small door in the office, and inside is a small room with a small bed to lie down and rest. Shinji opened the door and looked around before breathing a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there are no Tibetans.

"What are you doing?" Misato wondered, "what are you looking for?"

"Nothing. Why are you sweating profusely?"

"It's too hot. Misato fanned her palms to cool off, and she couldn't say that she had been milking and her hands were sore.

"There's something I'd like you to confirm. Shinji sat down and said.

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that there may be a new driver coming over?"

Misato raised an eyebrow, "You're very well-informed, and I just received the documents." ”

She turned around and opened the door to the cabinet on the wall, and inside was a safe where important information would be kept.

When Misato opened the combination lock, Shinji moved his nose, and the room was filled with a strange smell of milk.

Only then did I notice the glass on the desk, filled with milky milk. I touched the quilt, but it was still warm.

"This is the profile of the candidate driver...... Wait!"

When Misato turned around, Shinji had already put down the bottoming quilt, "Your milk smells good, but it tastes a little strange." ”

He was hungry and thirsty, so he took up the cup and drank it all.

"What's wrong?

"Forget it, nothing. Don't drink anything in the future. ”

Misato can't stop it, so she can't let Shinji spit it out. At the same time, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart, and couldn't help asking, "Is it delicious?"

Shinji smacked his lips and savored it, "The taste is not bad, it's very slippery." But the taste is too sweet, is it a new flavor of milk?"

"Haha, no. Keep guessing. Misato smiled as she propped her chin on.

"Huh?!"

Shinji's gaze naturally moved down to Misato's chest, as if struck by lightning, "Could it be ......?"

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