Who is Playing the Love Development Game in Gundam

Three days had passed, and He Kui hadn't taken a break to check out the apartments in the commercial area, but he received some good news.

"I did it!"

In his room, He Kui looked at the Haro floating in front of him, holding a set of tools, and his face broke into a broad smile.

He had been confident that with his B-level skills and a little more effort, he could achieve this.

"Take it to the living room."

"Haro~!"

Upon hearing He Kui's command, the Haro floated leisurely to the living room at a pace similar to a normal person walking.

It directly entered Shi He's line of sight as she sat there, engrossed in her computer paper.

"Did you succeed!?"

Just a glance at the Haro was enough to make Shi He spring up from her seat, excitement radiating from her.

"Yes! It's a big deal! Now you'll have a helper!"

"Thank you, He Kui."

Shi He accepted the Haro, having learned through previous experiences not to argue or refuse gifts from him. No matter how much she tried, He Kui would always find a way to make her accept his gifts.

"Shi He, you're my first product tester, you know!"

His experience points increased by 35 * 15, but He Kui didn't feel too disheartened. After all, now that he had overcome the system's challenges, creating this type of Haro wasn't much different from making standard bomb-resistant Haros.

Now, onto the next project.

After bidding farewell to Shi He, He Kui returned to his room and pulled out a box containing five PG remote-controlled models, specifically the regular Deen models. He had held off on making GINNs recently to focus on the Deen. Once they established a foothold on Earth, the Deen would undoubtedly gain recognition, and the PLANT government would seize the opportunity to promote it. He was stockpiling now, aiming for a big payday later.

However, he didn't take out the model to daydream about the future.

He picked up one of the Deen models and began disassembling it.

Inside, he found slightly rough circuit boards and processors placed in the cockpit.

Quickly, He Kui skillfully dismantled the Deen into its components. He had promised Sule to work on the design plan for the airborne command type Deen, and he didn't want to come across as too perfunctory. Being too casual might lower her favorability toward him.

As for why he was disassembling an old model, he had no choice; he hadn't had the opportunity to buy new materials lately, so he made do with what he had.

He placed the low-strength composite metal he had removed from the Deen into a special casting box resembling a 3D printer. Inside were several mini operating rods connected to a computer controller, along with pre-drawn design blueprints. Slowly, wings for the airborne command type Deen began to take shape in He Kui's hands.

Next came the reconstruction of the cockpit interior and intricate structures.

As He Kui was deep in thought, a sudden bird call from outside interrupted him. With the sky gradually lightening, the colony welcomed the first rays of sunlight under the computer's precise control.

He had three hours until work, and with a sigh about the lack of time, He Kui reluctantly lay down on his bed.

Now, making these models had become second nature to him. If both of his skills reached A-level, his production speed should improve further, allowing him to meet the entry-level requirements for true development responsibilities.

However, he still needed to enhance his theoretical knowledge. Without it, how could others trust him with projects? No matter how skilled he became, he would only continue to assist Sule. Perhaps getting promoted to be her deputy would be the best he could hope for, or even serve as a backup, a reserve talent ready to step in when he proved himself or when others faltered.

For now, it was best to stay grounded and keep working hard.

As he pondered these thoughts, He Kui's consciousness gradually became hazy.