As they messed around, the siblings came to a row of sealed cabinets against the wall in the lab.
Claire stopped struggling and looked curiously at the black thing inside. "What's this? Why does it look like … a tight leather suit? Luke, you didn't pick up some weird hobby, did you? "
In her small mind, she suddenly thought of him wearing a leather coat and holding a long whip in his hand … Eh ~ So disgusting! She couldn't think about that!
Luke slapped her on the back of the head. "What nonsense are you thinking? You're a singer, not a movie star. Don't add scenes for yourself. "
As he spoke, he pressed his hand on the scanner.
A blue light flashed, and the glass door opened. He gestured for Claire to step forward and take out the clothes that were hanging on the rack.
Claire pursed her lips and was surprised when she picked up the black clothes. "It's not leather or rubber. It feels very comfortable."
Luke pointed at the room on the side. "Put it on."
A minute later, Claire jumped out and bounced around. "It's a little like a tight suit for a secret agent. It's a little tight, but it's a lot easier to move around."
Luke snapped his fingers. "Activate authentication mode. Record level one clearance: Claire Vincent."
As soon as he said that, Claire felt as if she had been bitten by a mosquito on her arm. "Are there thorns in the clothes?"
Luke said, "For the first authentication, it needs blood to confirm your DNA, as well as your voiceprint, fingerprints, palm prints, and iris."
"Woooow ~" Claire's eyes widened. "When did you become a mad scientist?"
Luke gestured for her to stand still and not squirm.
Although the authentication didn't care about posture, if she didn't have the right attitude, the frisky monkey might treat it as a game.
A moment later, the black clothes quickly extended from her neck up to cover Claire's entire head.
Even her eyes were covered in black lenses, and the tight-fitting combat suit made her look like a pitch-black … Night Monkey?
Claire exclaimed, "Wow, wow, wow, what's this? What the hell is this? Luke ~ ~ ~ "
Luke pressed his hands down. "Listen to the notification from the support system. Come back and test its functions when you understand."
He put his hands behind his back and walked to the training room on the other side.
Claire made a face at his back. "Hohoho, you little old man!"
"I heard you." Luke's lazy voice drifted over.
Claire: "Haha, you heard wrong."
A few minutes later, a whirlwind-like shadow rolled into the training room.
It was a whirlwind-like shadow, because Claire had rushed in with a backflip and a cartwheel.
Not only was she flipping on the ground, but she could also jump around on the walls and ceilings.
Luke took a sip of his green tea unhurriedly. "Is it fun?"
Claire was still rolling. "It's fun."
Luke asked, "Do you know how to play?"
Still Clare went round and round him. "Yes, yes."
Luke asked, "You've never played it before, right?"
Claire said, "No, are you mocking me?"
Luke was rendered speechless.
After experiencing some of the nano battle suit's functions, Claire became much more serious.
Although she had the mysterious old grandpa, which was much more powerful than this suit, it was a life-saving trump card.
The old grandpa had said that unless it was a life-and-death crisis, she wouldn't be allowed to use its full power.
Since Luke had given it to her, it wouldn't be a problem.
Since Luke had given it to her, she could use it freely.
Hm, she couldn't use it freely? Then she could just pester him a few more times, and he would relent.
She was right.
As long as she didn't deliberately put on a monkey show in the suit, Luke wouldn't have any objections.
Speaking of which, with Gold Nugget 2 watching her, Claire's sense of confidentiality was already very good, and he didn't have to worry too much.
Next, Luke, the designer of the nano battle suit, explained it personally.
The functions, effects, and adaptations were closer to the actual situation than the support system.
Even a regular expert might not be able to understand the technical principles behind Luke's nano battle suit. It was clearly unrealistic for Claire, a second-year college student, to "understand."
It was like telling someone who didn't use a gun that the caliber of the bullet and the propellant were all useless. Just tell them what they could penetrate and how to ensure their safety.
After playing with the suit for a while, Claire's curiosity faded, and she stared at Luke. "Ha, eat my kick."
Her body shot out from the wall, and she kicked his crotch in the air.
Holding his green tea in his right hand, Luke couldn't help but laugh. "You seem to have forgotten that I was the one who taught you."
As he spoke, his left hand seemed slow, but it was actually fast. He grabbed Claire's ankle and tossed her back the way she had come.
Claire spun in the air several times before she stepped on the experiment table and lunged at him again. "But I have a new suit."
Luke turned his head and raised his hand to block the incoming kick. "But I also designed it."
At the same time, he struck the soles of her feet with his palm.
The high-density, continuous attacks had enough impact, but didn't allow the suit's absorption function to take effect.
In the end, he pressed down with his palm, and Claire's foot suddenly sank, and her upper body slammed into him.
Claire sensed that something wasn't right. She ducked and dodged, but Luke's Buddha's Palm descended from the sky and pressed down on her head, forcing her to crouch next to him.
Before she could attack again, Luke flicked her forehead. "Alright, I want some tea. I don't want dust in the cup."
Claire stood up angrily. "I'm just playing. You're getting less and less lively."
Luke said, "Of course. I'm already twenty. How can I be as childish as you?"
Claire couldn't help but despise him. "Are you sure you studied English properly in middle school? I'll give you another chance. Hurry up and choose a suitable adjective. "
Luke said, "Naive?"
…
Whether she was naive or naive, or naive or naive, Claire was busy for the rest of her days.
When she reported her schedule to her agent, the latter only asked a few questions before telling her to work hard.
Claire was dumbfounded. My brother is giving me special training. What do you want me to work hard for?
It was only then that she received a message from her agent. Titanium Phone Company wanted her to train for a period of time to match the youthful and healthy characteristics of the new phones.
That was because there would be an MV for the Titanium phone waiting for her.
Claire was even more dumbfounded. I know I'm such an outstanding girl. But I cover my face when I perform. How can the audience see these characteristics from my wig? Wear a wig made of a child's hair?
But no matter how surprised she was, the company had already set up this itinerary for her.
Furthermore, she could find her own coach for this training, and the training fees would be reimbursed by Titanium Phone Company at market price.
(In progress)
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