Cen Zhou couldn't believe his ears. This little rabbit had just gone to hell because of Extreme Awakening in the first half of the year. Why did he start thinking about playing competitions after half a year?
Sheng Jiayu didn't care about Cen Zhou's surprise, but calmly repeated, "Support me to participate in the competition. I want to participate in the trials of the joint military exercise."
Since he chose to start training early, of course he was aiming to participate and win the championship.
Athletes who don't want to be number one are not good athletes, and the same is true for this kind of competition.
Given expectations, he must do his best.
His goal is to play games.
He wants to win.
Cen Zhou patted his frightened chest. This rabbit was really scary. He also pretended to be serious and normal, as if he had never seen the world.
But he held his head and thought carefully, motioned to the assistant to go out, and asked Lu Zhe to close the door, "Find a place to sit by yourself. I have to explain this drunken scene to you first."
"Say it." Sheng Jiayu listened attentively.
The posture of mechas in this era is mainly based on spiritual conduction. The so-called spiritual conduction is a signal receiver similar to brain waves, which constructs a communication bridge between the human body and mechas, and controls the movement of mechas through spiritual conduction. .
This kind of operation requires a lot of mental power, a kind of brain ability acquired with the awakening of the bloodline, in order to drive the operation of the mecha.
The operation of the mecha will consume the human body's mental energy, so it is necessary to enter the mental chamber for slow-release repair.
The internal structure of the spiritual chamber is a special magnetic field that can rest the brain. They can rest here similar to meditation, so as to restore their mental power.
The effect of the soothing agent is much lower than that of the mental field. The soothing agent is just a mental drug that eliminates fatigue, and there is a big gap between it and the real mental field repair.
Drug metabolism takes time, and its efficiency is completely different from that of the mental state.
Sheng Jiayu probably understood after listening. To put it bluntly, he was overusing his brain and needed to go in to forcefully rest his brain. However, he is currently allergic to this magnetic field, so he can't enter it and he will easily become overly excited.
"The overly excited state forcibly activates your undeveloped blood talents and abilities. This kind of mental power comes with the animal ability. Your muscles are indeed developed to 100%, but what the blood awakening brings can It’s far more than just physical changes. Our current technology cannot fully grasp this ability, which is only one-third. If you forcefully activate the remaining abilities, your body and brain will be overused.”
Cen Zhou pointed to his head and showed him several cases of irreversible damage to the brain caused by excessive excitement.
"It's a very serious matter, I hope you can take it seriously. As for your game, I hope you can think it through." Cen Zhou is a doctor, and he will never support this kind of excessive consumption of himself.
He knows that playing games is hard and he must use his mental capacity to recover.
To be honest, he doesn't agree with this charging mode for high-intensity competition.
However, the league attaches great importance to all the galaxies. As a league with the same meaning as a military parade, its development has always deviated from the original track. In order to improve the condition of the contestants, each galaxy has used the mental warehouse, which was an emergency in the previous war years. The means are put into use as routine means and have become a habit.
Even if he felt something was wrong, he would say nothing and protest to no avail.
As a doctor, he knows very well that mental recovery is a way of overdrafting the body, otherwise the league would not have an upper limit on the driver's age.
By the time he retires at the age of thirty-five, based on the qualities trained in the military academy, the human body can still recover from the exhaustion of the previous few years, but any more will really overdraw the body.
All he can do is do some medical research, hoping that the efficiency of spiritual transmission can be further improved and that participating teams can abandon the forced charging model of the spiritual warehouse.
However, the corresponding means have just entered the research period, and it is not known how many years it will take before they are popularized in the military.
At this moment, a driver suffering from drunkenness appeared, which was really untimely.
Cen Zhou sighed, but still couldn't bear it when he saw the little rabbit with an unyielding look on his face, "But your drunken mental field is probably caused by incomplete awakening. Your bloodline awakened very suddenly, and there were some problems in the middle." Unexpectedly, the fusion with the hidden gene is not complete. It will be better when you grow older. Just use soothing agent first. If it doesn't work, there is no other way."
He did not directly answer the question of whether the soothing agent would be less effective than the mental state. Sheng Jiayu also had the answer in his mind.
But he asked just to be mentally prepared.
"Thank you, Dr. Cen, let's go." Sheng Jiayu bowed slightly, glanced at Lu Zhe and signaled him to leave.
Lu Zhe left after him, wondering how to comfort him.
"What's wrong?" Sheng Jiayu turned around, and the nine o'clock sunlight shone on the side of his face. The sweat on his forehead had dried up long ago, leaving only his forehead hair that was even more curled after being wet.
He didn't seem upset.
This was a very serious matter for a mecha pilot, and Lu Zhe thought he would be hit.
After all, whether he can still play in the game now or whether he can pass the pre-match physical examination is one thing.
The competition committee will not allow players who are not mentally qualified to get on the mecha.
"Don't look at me with that expression, senior." Sheng Jiayu saw that Lu Zhe wanted to hide his thoughts but couldn't. He was indeed frustrated for a moment, but quickly recovered, "Even waking up as a rabbit... You didn’t do anything to me, so being drunk is no big deal, right?”
You know, based on the average of national physical examination records, the mental power of small herbivorous animals ranks last among all known awakening genes, especially when Sheng Jiayu awakened into a rabbit.
The labels for this rabbit series are soft, sensitive, fragile, and easily frightened.
It is simply synonymous with insufficient mental strength and tenacity.
But Sheng Jiayu is the genius with the greatest potential in the First Military Academy for more than ten years.
Judging from his several experiences with the mecha in his current posture, his mental potential is so profound that it can easily be interrupted by things like drunkenness.
Lu Zhe had never seen the day when he awakened as a rabbit, and he didn't know his mental journey along the way, so he preconceivedly listed him as someone who needed psychological care.
But if he was really that fragile, there would be no Sheng Jiayu standing in front of him.
Lu Zhe shook his head, walked over and rubbed Sheng Jiayu's head, "Okay, let's go back to training."
He missed a session of training, and he still had things to catch up on.
Back at the training ground, Song Zhi saw that they didn't say anything, so he let him resume training.
Lu Zhe went over to explain the test results to Song Zhi, as well as Sheng Jiayu's attitude.
Song Zhi sighed: "Then let's do this for now. You don't want to pull him into the team, so just keep an eye on him and replace him in time if something goes wrong."
Two substitutes are allowed in a six-player team competition. If you really don’t have time to recover, you can substitute someone first and wait for the soothing agent to take effect.
Although the effect of the soothing agent is a little slower than that of the mental warehouse, it is not enough time to finish a round of competition.
It's just a matter of finding substitutes who can keep up with them.
"Alas! It would be hard enough to catch someone who can keep up with you guys. He can fly faster than you. How can we recruit this person?" Song Zhi thought about it and felt that it was a mess on his forehead.
The ones worthy of training in these two years are indeed better than those in the previous years, but most of them are just to compete for the qualifying spots. Lu Zhe's team was trained to win the championship. The requirements are much higher and difficult to find. Still sitting.
Song Zhi looked back at the training ground. The unlucky boy caught up with the tail of the front mecha, hit a firework, and brought down the mecha next to him. Suddenly, there was a pile of dominoes in the field.
"Ah -" Song Zhi covered his eyes, not daring to continue looking at it, "This level is too good, I'm so angry. Line up! Look what you are driving!"
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The whole morning was spent on mecha training. When Sheng Jiayu climbed out of the mecha cabin, she felt that none of her limbs belonged to her.
There was no class in the afternoon, so he didn't take any soothing medication.
Other students had gone to take a bath in the spiritual bath, but he was free and planned to go back to the dormitory to take a shower. Cen Zhou programmed him into his brain, which he said was a recommended mental state testing system. If he had not returned to normal levels before going to bed, he could take an oral soothing agent and sleep, and he would be fine the next day.
He has skipped the step of soaking in the mental tank. The mental tank in the school has a relatively low magnetic field power in order not to overdraw the students' bodies. It takes time to recover, so he was allowed to finish class half an hour earlier than others. .
Fu Mingcheng's training hadn't started yet, so no one came to pick him up, so he had to go back alone.
"Can't find the way?" Lu Zhe's playful voice sounded behind him.
He was holding a combat uniform jacket in his hand. It was a little hot around noon.
Sheng Jiayu shook her head, "It's not that bad. You can still touch it back. Don't seniors need to go to the spirit tank?"
Lu Zhexiao: "If you reach my level and practice with you for a while, you have to go to the mental gym, then I don't have to compete for a championship. I can pack up and go home to inherit the family property."
She didn't expect that such jokes existed in this era. Sheng Jiayu was amused by him and knew that Lu Zhe was comforting him.
He doesn't act like he cares, but there are always people who care about these things for him.
Because of inherent deficiencies, others must work twice as hard. Why?
Lu Zhe doesn't need to be in a mental state, so he doesn't need to worry too much about this matter. People who are strong enough just don't have to use this method.
Sheng Jiayu felt a little sour at his straightforward and sincere comfort. Who said Lu Zhe was a demon king who stood at the top of the food chain and didn't understand the sufferings of the world? People's words about all living beings can't be trusted, so you still have to rely on yourself.
At noon, I went back to rest for a while. I waited until Fu Mingcheng and the others had rested enough before going to have lunch. After eating, they went to a theory class together.
This time people caught him, and they all came up to him and asked him how it felt to touch the mecha, and whether it felt particularly good.
Sheng Jiayu thought to himself, "You don't know how much I've suffered, but he didn't tell those miscellaneous things to irrelevant people. He only picked out some topics that would interest them."
After listening, someone sighed: "That's great, I also want to fly a mecha."
It happened that the teacher of this section came in and knocked on the door, "What are you thinking about? What score did you get on the basic test last semester? You also want to fly a mecha. Do you know if you will fail the class and retake it this semester!"
This class happened to be Basic Code 2, and I was taught by the same teacher who taught Code 1 last semester. The student he named only scored forty-seven in the final exam of this class. After being caught, he scolded him severely before starting the class.
He no longer attends theoretical courses related to mechas, and only knows the rest of the basics through actual combat. However, although most of today's mechas are controlled by intelligent brains, the underlying system is still composed of a series of codes. The basic code It is the key to ensure that they can control the mecha after their brains lose control.
So this lesson is very important.
Seeing the teacher starting to lecture, Sheng Jiayu rarely dozed off and sat upright to listen to the class and take notes.
It's just that Code 2 is much more profound than Code 1. Many students started to feel sleepy and dozed off while listening to it, and they didn't even know when get out of class would end.
Sheng Jiayu took down four or five pages of notes eloquently.
Perhaps it was a habit left over from his previous life. He didn't like to use his brain to take notes. He still liked to use traditional methods like paper and pen to learn and record. He thought it was quite useful.
He still didn't follow us during the afternoon training and slipped away as soon as get out of class was over, so that even the students who wanted to catch him and ask for more details had no chance.
Song Zhi did not relax his demands on him just because he was drunk. He said: "How far have you gone in training? It's embarrassing for me to have to be in a mental state with this intensity!"
Having said that, except for Sheng Jiayu, the other students should continue to drink when they should.
The students who had just started to get into mecha driving were still too weak mentally. After driving for only one hour, they basically reached the upper limit and could only come down to rest.
Lu Zhe, apart from occasionally leaving the field to practice with him, spent most of his time by his side taking notes.
After the first week of school, Lu Zhe even found a student who was very unique in driving mechas and finalized his graduation thesis topic.
This moth-eaten Apple student started to deviate from the course to the left after more than three kilometers when he drove the mecha. It became more and more skewed, and he even had to turn around before he could return to the prescribed course.
When asked about the reason for classmate Zhu Chong, the unlucky man replied: "I am left-handed. As soon as I accelerate, my left hand always exerts force, and when I exert force, it becomes crooked!"
So the title of Lu Zhe's graduation thesis came up: On the possibility of targeted training for left-handed drivers.
During the break, Sheng Jiayu was alone outside watching him write the proposal report, and asked with black lines on his head: "...are you really not going to be beaten to death by your instructor for your water thesis?"
The two of them got to know each other after getting along for a long time, and Sheng Jiayu became less concerned about maintaining her image in front of him, and began to look less grown up and less young.
"How could it be? This is such a proposition worth studying. Although it is only true for one sample of Zhu Chong, it is also a very important argument." Lu Zhe raised his eyebrows, completed the content of the proposal report, then put away his brain, and supported He raised his chin and asked Sheng Jiayu, "What do you think of his technique?"
Lu Zhe wrote his proposal report while sitting on the ground. There was no place to sit in the training ground, so everyone had to sit on the floor to rest.
Mechas were flying around the training ground every day, and no matter how diligently the service robots cleaned up, there was still dust on the ground. It stuck to the corner of Lu Zhe's training uniform, making it particularly conspicuous.
Sheng Jiayu was not used to looking down at people, so she walked over and patted the hem of Lu Zhe's clothes and wiped the floor with her hands before sitting next to him and leaning on the service robot that was resting and charging behind her.
He thought for a while before answering Lu Zhe's question: "Me? I can't see this clearly, but he is much more skilled than me in the detailed operation of mechas. I still have one year of classes left. It’s really different.”
He said, he picked up a small pebble and drew on the ground part of the flight route from the training. "Here, if I guessed correctly, he should have used a code to change the route, allowing the mecha to change its trajectory in an instant, and also Here, when he caught up with me, it was originally an Alpha sub-cannon, but it turned into a double-cannon linkage mode. I don’t know much about these things, and I can only hide.”
In order to train the students' abilities, the training mecha does not have a high-intelligence brain. It is just a very ordinary system controller. Many advanced operations can only be entered into codes.
Zhu Chong only started to touch mechas when he was a junior in college. Unlike Sheng Jiayu, he had taken a lot of theoretical classes, especially the advanced mecha operation theory that he was supposed to learn in his sophomore semester, but he only took it by himself. textbook.
Song Zhi told him not to bother attending a class, and also adjusted it to a training class so that he could understand it through actual combat.
However, understanding while practicing is always not as thorough as someone who has taken classes and memorized the key points of the exam. This theoretical knowledge gave Zhu Chong a lot more careful thoughts during actual combat.
However, Sheng Jiayu was only relying on his natural instincts to drive the mecha. He did not know the arsenal system and underlying code changes of the brain. Sometimes, he even forcibly used spiritual conduction to drive the arsenal to avoid a concentrated attack by multiple people. .
Very reckless, but also really shocking.
It’s not like no one has done it to drive the arsenal of spiritual conduction, but firstly, there is no one of Sheng Jiayu’s age, and secondly, because today’s mecha technology has not yet developed to the level where all the weapons can be driven by spiritual conduction, so it is forced to use spiritual conduction to activate it. Things that are not within this system require deep mental pressure to achieve.
Sheng Jiayu only tried it once or twice, and she had to take soothing medicine after crawling out.
He also thought about not using this method, but he had not yet finished learning the underlying code of the mecha brain, and even if he obtained the driver's authority, he would not be able to activate those combined transformations.
In particular, the smart brain for training mechas only has basic notifications and functions. Everything is the most primitive arrangement. It is even more difficult for Sheng Jiayu, who has never learned it, to operate it. In many cases, the mental pressure will overtake him first. Authority, giving orders to the mecha, the consequence is that at the end of that round, I can barely crawl out.
After Sheng Jiayu finished speaking this paragraph, even she gasped twice in disgust, "It's so painful. I hope it will never happen again in the future."
After hearing this, Lu Zhe really didn't know whether to say he was miserable, or he wanted to experience the sweet suffering brought by this talent.
However, his mental strength is not low, and he has done the things Sheng Jiayu mentioned a few times. Probably because he is older and has developed his talents more deeply, he doesn't feel that bad.
According to what Cen Zhou said that day, there must be something wrong with Sheng Jiayu when he woke up, so just like his drunken mental field, the burden of spiritual transmission on him should be greater.
God gave him supreme talents, but also placed restrictions on his talents. It is really "fair".
(End of chapter)