Sheng Jiayu glanced at the data dial of the mecha brain and saw that the left thruster was 13% damaged.
He is too fast.
"Tsk." Sheng Jiayu gasped and switched to manual operation, lowering the upper limit of the mecha's movement speed.
But the mecha's thruster, which had fallen off, made his turning movements stiff. When he scraped against the obstacle next to him, the thruster lost control and the training mecha flew out.
Fortunately, the training mechas were all connected to the unified control center. The moment the system detected that the mecha was out of control, it ejected the cockpit from the cab.
Sheng Jiayu staggered out of the cockpit, walked to the wall, supported the wall and started retching: "yue——"
The mecha was out of control, and the cockpit suddenly popped out and the world was spinning. This kind of excitement was still too early for a person who had just entered the mecha for the second time.
Normal mecha introductory training is not as exciting as him. Song Zhi came over to see him vomiting and didn't feel anything bad. Instead, he smiled heartily: "I thought there were really people who didn't vomit after vomiting. Just two times, it’s fine.”
However, Sheng Jiayu had just followed the starship to the place in the morning and had not eaten anything. Now her stomach was empty. She had vomited for a long time and nothing came out. If she continued to vomit, she would vomit bile.
Fu Mingcheng trotted over and gave him a bottle of water, asking him to press it down first.
I had heard that everyone was vomiting in the first mecha class. At that time, Fu Mingcheng thought it was the senior who was scaring people, but he didn't expect it to be true.
Sheng Jiayu took a few sips of water, and the dizziness finally subsided a little. She bowed politely in front of Song Zhi, "I'm sorry, instructor, the mecha is broken."
"Hey, what a big deal that is." Song Zhi waved his hand. He had given Sheng Jiayu too high a request, and he never thought that he could really do it. What's more, he didn't even know how to stop the mecha half a day ago. When Little Rabbit just lost control of the mecha, he actually adjusted the manual mode to reduce the transmission efficiency of mental transmission, slow down the thruster pressure, and even manually operated the cockpit pop-up system before losing control completely. "Where did you learn to drive pop-up?" Cabin?”
"In the book. I said before that the mechas of the previous Star League would use the unified network system to determine whether the cockpit ejected, but the pilot would also refuse to eject. Since it can be refused, it should be able to eject actively. After searching for a while, it was quite good. Obviously." He didn't know if the training mecha would be connected to this system. After all, it was set up many years ago, so he looked for it on the dashboard and found it.
The mecha brains used for training are not as smart as high-end mechas, and their AI permissions are limited. Many of them have to test the pilot's own operations, which is also something students need to learn in school.
Novice pilots should not rely too much on the judgment of the mecha brain AI. Computers make mistakes just like humans. What they should trust most on the actual battlefield is their own accumulated training experience to make the most perfect judgment on the situation.
Machine calculations are always cold, and the judgment of the human brain can sometimes be the optimal solution.
Song Zhi nodded, obviously very satisfied with Sheng Jiayu's performance.
He was not the kind of person who would show off his opinions. He looked directly at Hu Zhong and expressed his intention. He asked Sheng Jiayu straight to the point: "Do you want to play a game?"
Sheng Jiayu was stunned, "Me? But the instructor, I'm only a sophomore..."
He really didn't expect that Song Zhi would directly ask him if he wanted to play in the game. When Lu Zhe asked him to come over, he had a vague feeling, but he thought that at most he would skip a level or start a little more and play in the game. , "It's a little early."
Song Zhi shook his head, "What's the time? It's too late to start preparations now. In July next year, the Ellenwell Galaxy Joint Military Exercise, which is what we call the inter-galactic trials in a popular sense, has individual competitions and team competitions. The Star Team used to be organized into military academies. You just need to tell me whether you want to join. As for whether we can let you participate, that’s our business.”
Sheng Jiayu's talent has a bright future.
His talent is destined to make him an excellent mecha pilot, but to what extent he can develop his potential is a matter for the instructors.
Song Zhi suddenly felt a pity. If he had known that he was so talented, he should have caught him last semester and thrown him into Chuck Turing training with Lu Zhe and the others.
Losing money.
Realizing this, Song Zhi shook his head regretfully and received a blank look from instructor Hu Zhong.
The person involved lowered his head, not knowing how to answer Instructor Song's invitation.
It is true that the instructor painted a big and fragrant cake for him, and few people would not be tempted.
A professional player's career in the Star League starts from the time he is qualified for the novice competition in the first year. After reaching the age of thirty-five, he will retire and leave the field to newcomers.
For military school students, playing in the league is just a foreign service job that lasts for about ten years. If you get results as early as possible, you will have a stable career for the rest of your life.
Normally, the joint military exercise he should participate in is three years later. Now he can participate next year, which means that his career will be extended by two full years by ordinary players.
The opportunity to compete for two years will give him a chance of getting better results in one more year.
This condition is too tempting.
But Sheng Jiayu is not the kind of person who doesn't even know how much he weighs when he is praised. The contestants in next year's joint galactic military exercise are all fresh graduates of military academies. They are a full year older than she is. Mecha training experience.
He could also tell from Song Zhi and the previous patrol officer that he seemed to be extremely talented.
But with the body of a rabbit, he defeated a lot of carnivorous classmates.
No one knows better than him that hard work and experience are not unable to bridge the gap caused by this talent.
Among the military cadets who can stand on the battlefield of the United Galaxy Military Exercise, how many of them have no talent?
There may not be students in other military academies who are more talented than him.
He still has some idea of how much he weighs. Talent is not important to him at all. No matter how good the talent is, he will still vomit like that when he gets off the mecha. How fast can he drive? Compared with the seniors in the league. Their speeds are far behind.
Is it really appropriate to adjust coursework now and push back on opportunities to prepare for next year’s joint military exercises?
Sheng Jiayu couldn't help but hesitate.
Seeing that he didn't agree immediately, Song Zhi was a little confused and glanced at Lu Zhe: It seems that he told you something different?
His protégé told him how ambitious this rabbit was, and why he was still holding back now.
Lu Zhe was a little surprised when he saw Sheng Jiayu lowering her head and restlessly squeezing the mineral water bottle in her hand.
This was not the same rabbit he had seen.
He took two steps forward, patted Song Zhi on the shoulder, signaled him "I'll come", and then stood in front of Sheng Jiayu, "What's wrong?"
Sheng Jiayu was a little confused, but when she saw Lu Zhe coming over, she asked out of nowhere: "Have you ever vomited too?"
Lu Zhe was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fist and put it to his lips to hide his smile.
The little rabbit's ears were very sharp. He just laughed, moved his ears and looked up at him.
Lu Zhe immediately pretended as if nothing had happened, "I've vomited, why haven't I vomited? I vomited the first time I got on the mecha, but it's much more embarrassing than you."
He really didn't expect that the factor that made Sheng Jiayu hesitate was actually because he vomited when he got off the mecha.
His good disciple, do you really know how high you turned the speedometer just now?
Seeing this, Song Zhi also added, "This kid retched as soon as he got off the mecha. He vomited less than other students. You don't need to be too stressed. If you don't want to participate in the league, you can Refuse. But if you want to move towards this goal, then you don’t have to worry about those things, and you don’t have to worry about whether our expectations will be wasted or whether we will not achieve the desired results.”
After all, he has been an instructor for more than thirty years. He has been training new recruits since he retired from the front line. He knows everything about these kids.
Some think very highly of themselves, and some are obviously talented, but they always like to leave a little room for themselves.
That's not to say that this is not a good thing, but for them, how to control the genius is something that the instructor thinks about, and the genius only needs to do it.
"Even if the sky falls, the instructors are still holding up. If they can't let you win the championship, it must be the instructors' negligence. You have to believe in the instructors' vision."
After thinking for a moment, Sheng Jiayu nodded.
He had always been interested in these things, and it was very exciting for him to be able to touch the mecha early. It's just that his rationality prevented him from agreeing enthusiastically. After all, he still had some other worries. But as Song Zhi said, he really didn't have that much to consider.
He is a player, and if the instructor makes a mistake, it shouldn't be his fault.
All he had to do was do it.
After accepting a super talented student, Song Zhi was so happy that he couldn't help but make Hu Zhong very angry. Several instructors asked Lu Zhe to take Sheng Jiayu to do some post-training relaxation activities. The effect of spiritual transmission on his own brain and mental strength The load was still a bit heavy, and I needed to relax after getting off the mecha. Then I left the training ground with Lao Jin to discuss Sheng Jiayu's new class schedule.
He had just entered his sophomore year, and he had not yet learned many theoretical courses related to mecha operation. He could not keep up with the training directly from his junior year, so he had to be given separate classes.
Speaking of this, Hu Zhong suddenly remembered something and asked Lao Jin: "Did we set requirements for him last semester? What was his final exam score?"
Only then did Lao Jin remember and called his good squad leader over.
Fu Mingcheng followed and acted as a stakeholder along the way. Who knew that he would not escape the fate of running errands in the end, so he came over and took the electronic transcript that Lao Jin Zhinao passed through: "Go back and send the transcript."
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It is the final theory test score of last semester.
Sheng Jiayu's name is on the first line.
"Full grades." Lao Jin said.
Hu Zhong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, thinking that this was really a top student, "It's easy for you, kid."
He said to Song Zhi sourly, but what can he do? He is just a basic training person. Sooner or later, these boys will be sent to the mecha training ground.
Sheng Jiayu didn't know what she was being arranged for, so she meditated for a while with Lu Zhe in the spiritual chamber. After coming out, she felt that her energy level was much improved.
An interstellar product, so magical.
"Let's go and see you out." Lu Zhe said, "They will give you access to the training ground after a while. If you want to train on your own, you can call me. I should be at school this year."
The league is approaching, and there are many assessments for seniors to be completed. There is no chance for them to go to Chuck Turing for training. Their graduation thesis has not been started yet, so they can only stay in school.
Sheng Jiayu nodded, "Thank you, senior."
He sent them out of the training ground and stopped following them.
Fu Mingcheng came specifically to see someone off. Looking at the door and location of the training ground, he sighed: "How about I go up there and practice. If you come here to mecha training alone, I will have to come here to fish for you every day."
Recalling the fear she felt during her freshman year, Sheng Jiayu looked at the sky with a guilty conscience, "...I'll try my best."
He has been studying cartography, and has recently gained some knowledge. He has also begun to develop his own way of recording roads. It is estimated that he will be able to overcome this problem in a short time.
After all, entering the competition with the attribute of Road Fool is really a target for others to hit.
They returned to the dormitory, and just as Tang Zhi had just returned, Fu Mingcheng happily shared the news with the child's mother.
Tang Yi came over and touched Sheng Jiayu's head with a look of relief: "My son has become successful."
To celebrate, they went out to have a good time while they were free to leave school on the last day.
At this time, other students did not know that Sheng Jiayu had already said goodbye to them.
That night, the Academic Affairs Office sent him a separate class schedule. He had to take part of the courses here and train with the junior students for part of the courses.
Because it was difficult for him to make up for theoretical classes alone, most of the sacrificed sophomore classes were basic training, leaving only fighting skills and shooting classes.
If you stay, you will only stay half of it. Turning around to the first period when classes officially resumed on Monday, Sheng Jiayu was gloriously absent.
Several opponents who had competed with him last semester still wanted to compete with him in the first fighting class, but in the end they didn't even see a single rabbit hair from him.
Jiang Hui searched around the phalanx and was scolded by Hu Zhong: "What are you looking for by stretching your neck?"
"Mr. Hu, where is Sheng Jiayu?" As soon as he asked, people around him began to look for her.
I thought that this rabbit was a little short, but it wasn't so big that he couldn't be found among the crowd. He was very conspicuous.
However, Hu Zhong snorted coldly, "Stop looking, he's not here."
Everyone was shocked. Although they had been expecting Sheng Jiayu to get out and stop dragging down their grades last semester, after getting along with her for one semester, they realized the fact that they were the ones dragging down Sheng Jiayu's grades.
I also wanted to see how the big boss practices this semester, but why is he gone?
Dissuaded?
Why!
The students were confused and began to ask the instructor for an explanation from Sheng Jiayu.
Hu Zhong was not happy to lose a student, but seeing them like this, his teaching last semester was not in vain. He felt a lot better. Besides, there are still some good talents in this class. After a little more teaching, the next assessment will be held. It's not impossible for them to move a step faster.
So he cleared his throat and said, "I haven't quit yet. I'm one step ahead of you. I'm going to play mecha with the juniors. If you have anything to ask, go to the theoretical class in the afternoon."
As soon as this explanation came out, the students who had originally asked Sheng Jiayu for explanation were shocked.
Have you played...played with mechas?
You know, the junior mecha class is not just a rule, the entire Ellenwell galaxy, or even the entire alliance, has this rule.
According to past experience, the mecha in the junior year is already the limit of the human body.
Spiritual transmission has very high requirements on the driver's physical fitness and mental strength. The blood talents of the students who have just awakened as adults are unstable, and it is difficult to even develop their talents, let alone operate a mecha.
And Sheng Jiayu, he, he, he, he actually started piloting mechas just after his sophomore year!
"What's going on? Can we go too?" someone blurted out.
Hu Zhong glanced at him sideways and sneered, "You? If you can hold on for two seconds without vomiting, I'll consider you great. Stop gossiping, classmates. Some of you are already heading to the next battlefield, why don't you hurry up and train?" Line up and warm up!”
The first-year Class C students, whose illusions were extinguished, had no choice but to start warm-up training painstakingly to prepare for today's first fighting lesson.
On the other side, there is the mecha training ground.
Sheng Jiayu, who was driving a general-purpose light mecha for training, was dodging heavy artillery attacks from twelve seniors behind her - of course, the weapons arsenal of the training mecha was harmless.
The training system will simulate the degree of injury of the mecha according to the actual combat potential. If it exceeds a certain value, it will be disabled and out of control, and the exercise will end.
The first task Sheng Jiayu got was to make moving targets and practice the accuracy of these new recruits' mobile mechas.
A blue simulated laser cannon shot past the side of the mecha he was driving. He barely dodged it when another tracking round hit his butt.
"No! Why!"
(End of chapter)