Sheng Jiayu's shout did not reach Song Zhi's ears. Instead, the instructor opened the communication channel and shouted: "Sheng Jiayu, how did you make that turn just now? Has anyone made such a turn like you!"
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Originally, when he came here to report today, he was in the mecha ability test room where the normal junior students gathered together. Since he didn't need to be tested, he just followed and watched, waiting for the juniors who were touching mechas for the first time to finish the test. .
As soon as he entered the testing room, the seniors all turned their heads to look at him.
Because he just decided to transfer here temporarily yesterday, except for him and the instructor, no one else knew that he came to follow the class.
So much so that when he first entered the door, the senior passing by him stopped him and said, "Junior, are you in the wrong building?"
To be honest, Sheng Jiayu felt really guilty for a moment, and asked tremblingly: "No... isn't it an ability testing room?"
Now it was the senior's turn to wonder, "Yes, the junior came here to run errands?"
After all, Sheng Jiayu was somewhat famous in the department. He didn't know anyone else, but the seniors knew him.
Everyone was not optimistic about this rabbit at first, so they placed bets on the forum. In the end, they lost all their money, so they changed their bets and asked who could catch this cute junior.
When he took a closer look, he saw that the junior was much prettier than in the photo, and not as fierce as what was reported on the forum. Especially when those eyes showed confusion and panic, he was really cute.
"Who are you sending something to? I'll call it for you."
Seeing that the senior was about to misunderstand, Sheng Jiayu quickly waved her hand, "No, no, no, I'm here for class! Hello, senior, we will have class together from now on."
"Huh?" The senior is not good, the senior is confused.
He took Sheng Jiayu to the ability testing room with his eyes covered, and then he suddenly came to his senses and opened his brain to send a message to his classmates.
Worn Apple: Big news! That rabbit is coming to class with us!
There were a series of question marks underneath the message.
Old man: Today is September 1st, not April 1st, right?
Daya: Old Chong, are you not crazy?
The senior student whose online name is Worm-Earthed Apple, whose real name is Zhu Chong, quickly typed to prove himself, and also attached a secretly photographed photo of a fresh junior.
Moth-eaten Apple: [Picture] Of course it’s true. He’s waiting in the testing room to attend class with us. Why don’t you come over quickly?
Originally, everyone didn't want to go to the first class too early, but now after receiving the news, they all got up and came to the testing room to watch. Even some students from other classes who had no class this period also ran over to join in the fun, and were caught by Song Zhi. At once, he called a few people's names: "Don't leave when you're here. I'll get on the machine and test it later."
The ability test is to test their adaptability to the mecha, that is, how much they can vomit.
Taking advantage of the large number of people today, Song Zhi gave them a test, picked out a few who vomited less and took them away for training, leaving only the rest to continue doing adaptation exercises with the assistant instructor.
This year's juniors are generally better than the previous ones, but if they want to be ready to compete next year, they definitely can't follow the normal course schedule, otherwise they won't be able to keep up with the heat of whatever they eat.
Today's seniors, that is, Lu Zhe's group, can be regarded as the best class in the past ten years. Not to mention that there is hope for qualifying, if a team of elites can be assembled, Lu Zhe and his group can win It is not difficult to win a joint military exercise championship.
But the problem is that they can't pick two other students in their senior year who can keep up with their pace.
The gap in Lu Zhe's session was too serious. Four good talents emerged, and the rest were mediocre. They could compete, but they were still far behind the level of the sprint championship team.
So after seeing Sheng Jiayu's talent, the instructors had other ideas.
The students in the next two years were not bad either. Once the students in the past two years were getting better, I thought of screening out the more talented students and giving them intensive training individually, which led to the opening scene.
They no longer spend a lot of time training a certain basic separately and wait until everything is almost complete before starting actual combat exercises. Instead, they are allowed to directly touch the mecha to see where everyone's talent lies, and then the instructor will Make targeted exercise plans for each individual.
All the basics and knowledge were learned directly from actual combat, and even senior students from Lu Zhe's class were invited to come down for training.
The other students' first lesson was to practice attacking, but Sheng Jiayu's lesson was to practice escaping.
He is very talented in combining mechas, and mechas are as flexible as his limbs. Song Zhi hopes that he can maximize his speed limit, so that even if he becomes the main attacker in the future, he can also use heavy mechas. The speed of the light mecha is a very important cover and support for their team's offensive.
Although the upper limit speed of heavy mechas can never catch up with real light mechas, it also depends on whose hands it is and what kind of mechas it is.
Advanced mechas place a heavier load on the pilot, so many mecha pilots simply do not dare to drive the mecha at the fastest speed because their mental strength cannot bear it.
For mobile turrets like Imperial City and Morning Star, most mecha pilots can only move at best. They are more flexible than fixed turrets, but not much.
There are only a few pilots who can truly utilize the functions of their mobile turrets in the entire history of the Star League, and most of them are written down in museums. If Sheng Jiayu can restore the glory of the first firepower mobile turret to the Imperial City , that is a very important matter for the entire Ellenwell galaxy.
Song Zhi was very optimistic about him, so he made him a target to avoid attacks from other students.
He's talented, but not mobile enough. He could be better.
Contacting on a light mecha allows him to experience the limits of what the mecha can do, so that if he switches to a heavy mecha in the future, he will only feel slower.
Speed is his advantage, so he must maximize his advantage.
Sheng Jiayu's movements were very agile, but after all, there were twelve mobile mechas chasing him behind him. The laser cannons could be dodged, but the tracking bombs could only guide them to blast towards the wall. All these actions required great reflexes and skills.
It was only the third time he had entered the mecha. No matter how talented he was, he would not be able to escape unscathed when being chased and beaten by so many people.
Thirty-seven minutes after the training, the system on which Sheng Jiayu was riding alarmed. The damage had reached 95% and it was forced to shut down.
This round of training is over.
Sheng Jiayu crawled out of the mecha cabin. After holding back the sweat on her forehead and the turbulence in her stomach, she ran to the wall and retched.
Sparring partners Lu Zhe and Song Zhi took a look at Sheng Jiayu's mecha data. The speed was increased to 83%, which is equivalent to traveling at a speed of nearly one kilometer per second.
It would be weird if you don’t vomit...
The students who chased Sheng Jiayu didn't fare much better. After all, it was their first time to get on the mecha, and they vomited after coming out.
The training ground was no different from the ability test room for a while.
Fortunately, Song Zhi was not such an inhuman instructor. He did not tell them to continue immediately. Instead, he asked them to go into the mental chamber and then sit down and start reviewing.
Sheng Jiayu didn't like to go into the spiritual warehouse, so she only went in and soaked for a while, then came out and went to get water with a cup.
There was still sweat on his forehead, and his furry ears fell wilfully on the top of his head.
Next to the sink, roll up a handful of water and pour it on your head. September was the time of autumn, and the climate in Allenwell Star City was no different from the place where he had stayed in his previous life. It was cold and hot at first. After staying in the training mecha cabin without a temperature control system for half an hour, it became even hotter. Vomited.
After pouring some cold water on him, he felt better. A towel was handed to him, "Wipe it, be careful of catching a cold."
Sheng Jiayu took it and drank two more sips of water: "Thank you, senior, but don't you need to train?"
I heard him say before that he still has a lot to do in his senior year.
"Originally, there were some, but now I have to train you. Train two of them as soon as possible so that they can go directly to practice games with us." They have already passed the basic training. Next July will be a joint military exercise, at least three A few months ago, they had to gather their teammates and start playing practice games together, otherwise they would have to wait for the joint military exercise to get beaten.
They had originally arranged training, but due to the temporary change in the teaching plan, the instructor discussed with them and felt that it would be better for them to train with the juniors in the wave of competition. The remaining seniors had no choice. There is no talent that can be made. They are their teammates anyway. They can train and pick them by themselves. It will be more convenient to form a team in the future.
Sheng Jiayu remembered that he had asked her before if she wanted to join their team, and nodded.
Lu Zhe took the towel he had used, stuffed it into the service robot next to him, and asked, "Why don't you soak in the mental cabin for a while longer, aren't you tired?"
Sheng Jiayu shook his head. In fact, he felt quite comfortable in the spirit tank last time. But for some reason, he always felt a strange excitement after bathing. He felt like he could fight ten boxing champions. He didn't want to do that again. After a long time, "It's easy to get too excited, so I just take a rest. I don't need to soak for so long."
But Lu Zhe was a little worried after hearing this, "Why are you so excited?"
"Hmm... just like being on stimulants?" Little Rabbit tilted his head, and as he thought, his two visible ears also moved together, "Anyway, it doesn't look like normal spiritual satisfaction."
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It was normal at first, but ten minutes after leaving the mental chamber, he became overly excited, which almost scared Fu Mingcheng.
Fu Mingcheng had never used that thing before, and thought it was a normal function of the mental chamber. After all, the training there was done after a short break, so Sheng Jiayu didn't think much about it.
"Don't mess around next time. I'll go tell Instructor Song." Lu Zhe's frown deepened after hearing this, and he went over to say a few words to Song Zhi.
Song Zhi's expression wasn't very good when he came over. He came over and asked him in detail how he felt after taking a dip in the spirit chamber. His expression was even scarier than Lu Zhe's.
Sheng Jiayu suddenly had a bad premonition, "What's wrong?"
"Take him to Cen Zhou for a test." Song Zhi said to Lu Zhe without answering directly.
But if you go to the school doctor, it will definitely be bad.
Lu Zhe nodded, explained the sparring matter to another senior who came with him, and left the training ground with Sheng Jiayu.
He followed Lu Zhe. Although this senior was not a talkative person, he rarely seemed so serious when he was with him.
In his eyes, Lu Zhe has always been a very gentle and tolerant senior, but his current appearance... is a bit scary.
Perhaps it was the fear in her blood that made Sheng Jiayu feel a little depressed, and she did not dare to ask Lu Zhe what was wrong.
However, Lu Zhe realized that he was a little out of control and changed his mood.
After all, it was Sheng Jiayu's business. His behavior seemed to scare Little Rabbit.
"Don't worry, it's not a big deal, but it might... not be good for you." He didn't know how to explain it to Sheng Jiayu, so he could only say half and leave half, and wait for Cen Zhou to explain the rest to him.
Sheng Jiayu was confused after hearing this and did not dare to ask any more questions.
When we arrived at the campus hospital, we were already familiar with the way here.
Cen Zhou was not doing outpatient service today, so the guiding nurse asked them to go directly to Cen Zhou's office on the fourth floor.
Cen Zhou was looking at a picture in the office and didn't know what he was admiring. When he saw them coming over, he saw Sheng Jiayu blurting out: "What's wrong?"
"Dr. Cen worked hard to do an examination. He seems to be..." Lu Zhe paused and said the term he never told Sheng Jiayu later, "drunken spirit."
Sheng Jiayu didn't understand what this word meant, but before he could secretly check it with his brain, Cen Zhou came over and pushed him into the examination room. "Let's do the examination first. It's not a serious problem. Don't be nervous."< br>
"Oh..." He wanted to say that he was not nervous. Lu Zhe and Instructor Song were much more nervous than him.
Fortunately, Cen Zhou was a person who had seen all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases in strong winds and waves. He didn't have much reaction after hearing this word. He directly pushed him for examination and asked him some questions from time to time.
The same spiritual tradition as the mecha was tied to his temples, and he answered according to Cen Zhou's guidance.
"How does it feel?"
"I don't feel it."
"What now?"
"The heartbeat seems a little fast..."
"I can see it." Cen Zhou raised his chin and pointed at the electrocardiogram, "I'm asking about your subjective feeling."
"...I want to run ten laps." Sheng Jiayu said truthfully.
After that, he did other tests and filled out a scale, which looked like a mental health check.
After everything had been checked, Cen Zhou looked at the data report form, turned the electronic pen in his hand in a circle, and signed on his brain, which was exactly the case and medical order issued: "Yes He is drunk in the mental room. Don’t let him in the mental room from now on. I’ll give him a soothing medicine. If it’s almost finished, come over and ask me to prescribe it in advance.”
Sheng Jiayu received the case. He couldn't understand the dense data and medical terminology in it, but he could understand the meaning.
He is probably "allergic" to the mental chamber and needs to use other means to relieve the load pressure caused by getting on the mecha.
However, if the soothing agent is easy to use, the teams participating in the league will not be equipped with a mental tank.
"Can the effectiveness of this thing support the competition?" Sheng Jiayu didn't understand that much, but she didn't understand that much either.
It doesn't matter what happens during training, but if the soothing agent is not strong enough, he will not be able to recover during the game and it will hinder the team.
He asked Cen Zhou: "If I continue to use the spirit chamber, will there be any adverse effects?"
However, Dr. Cen, who had not kept up with the new arrangements of the college, had just taken half a sip of coffee. He was so frightened by Sheng Jiayu's remarks that he sprayed all over the table. He called his assistant to come over and save the things on the table, with triple shock. The voice asked Sheng Jiayu: "What did you just say?"
"What are you trying to support?!"
(End of chapter)