In the second week of school, Sheng Jiayu finally went back to class in the department.
About three weeks of his class schedule were split up to go out for mecha training, leaving only half a week to teach him fighting skills. As for the shooting training, Song Zhi later deleted it with a wave of his hand.
"What kind of shooting training is there? Just go and fire the mecha cannon for me. What's so good about shooting training?"
That's what he said, but he still had to take the final exam and get his grades.
There is still a big gap between large-caliber mecha cannons and general-purpose rifles. Without the class, he can only find time to practice the gun by himself.
On the first day when I returned to Class C, everyone seemed like they hadn't seen each other for a year. They started greeting him when they saw him.
Hu Zhong didn't give them this chance. When he came, he dragged them all to run around.
Although Sheng Jiayu didn't go to class, he didn't learn at all. Hu Zhong, who was originally training independently in the evening, would come to give him a small start.
But other students didn't know that although their impression had changed a bit last semester, everyone still made some kind jokes when faced with Sheng Jiayu, who hadn't come to training for a week.
"Can Brother Sheng be able to beat our Brother Chen this year? Brother Chen is a bit bigger." He really didn't mean any harm, but Sheng Jiayu took a closer look and saw that he was actually a lot stronger.
Hua Bao himself is a muscular type, while Fang Chen is originally a thinner and taller type. With a little more muscle training, he looks a little stronger and his aura has also changed.
Sheng Jiayu put her head around and asked, "What made you give up the path of a noble son and plan to become a bodybuilder?"
It wasn't that he was unattractive, he liked strong muscles, but the image of a sinister and eccentric nobleman that Fang Chen had left for him was too deep for him to adapt to.
Fang Chen glanced sideways at him and chuckled: "Why are you afraid that you can't beat me? I can give in to you."
When we had the theory class together last week, there were so many people that he didn't notice. Now that he got closer, he realized that Fang Chen had really changed a lot, and he seemed to have grown taller.
Damn it...
Sheng Jiayu's expression suddenly turned ugly. Although he had grown a little taller, everyone was growing, so how could he highlight his changes?
"Who wants you to give in? It's true that you don't lose to me a second time." Sheng Jiayu made a face at him, but Fang Chen didn't care too much.
After getting along for one semester, we have become very good friends, and we will not choke on a few jokes.
Fang Chen also smiled and said: "You have been training for a week, be careful when I beat you until you cry."
The leopard is very powerful, and fighting is the strength of carnivorous animals. The little rabbit has not been trained for a week, so it is normal for the rabbit to perform poorly.
He thought this way, and when the free sparring session came in the second half of the training, Sheng Jiayu actually lost to him.
At that time, his arm was pressed against Sheng Jiayu's throat, and the little rabbit's limbs were also controlled by him.
The outcome has been decided.
"You win." Sheng Jiayu said lightly.
The surprised person was Fang Chen.
The trash talk before class was just a habit of each other. It would be better to say that he never thought that Sheng Jiayu would actually lose to him.
The other party left such a deep impression on him last semester. From the moment he appeared in this class, he never got first place again. Sheng Jiayu has steadily won every test since the first quiz. Sit in the first position and let him look at you from a distance behind.
Even though he knew that he had missed a week of classes, as long as he thought that he was ahead of them all, Fang Chen still believed that Sheng Jiayu had left their dimension long ago.
So he won't lose to himself, he just doesn't need to train with them anymore.
So when Sheng Jiayu really lost to him, he was even more surprised and unbelievable than the person involved, especially Sheng Jiayu's nonchalant look.
In this case, what is the purpose of his unrelenting efforts during the holidays?
Is it a joke?
Sheng Jiayu just threw away her classes and started piloting mechas, but her grades were a mess.
Not to mention that he couldn't beat him, his movements just now were also very chaotic. Compared with the students who had already started to get started, his level was still at the same wild level as before.
"Why?"
"Why why?" Sheng Jiayu asked, moving her arm, "Let go, I'm about to strangle myself."
Fang Chen let go of his hand in a daze, "Of course it's at your level. What are you doing? Your movements are stiff and your speed has slowed down. There are loopholes everywhere. It's even... not even as good as you were last semester."
He had seen the moves between Sheng Jiayu and Ze Song during the competition. Although Sheng Jiayu deliberately fell into Ze Song's hands at that time, his flexibility was far better than today.
Sheng Jiayu stood up, fiddled with her messed up clothes, and said vaguely: "It's normal, it's the price of missing class."
Actually, that's not entirely true. While practicing with Fang Chen, he also realized his problem.
Mostly because of the difference between controlling the mecha and going into battle himself, he has become accustomed to giving "signals" by operating the mecha over the past week.
But the difference between the iron shell and the physical body is too great. Many movements have not reached the strength and speed he originally intended. Furthermore, his recent training volume is more than twice that of the previous semester, and he cannot soak up his mental capacity. His body was not used to this kind of exertion, his muscles were not rested enough, and various other factors contributed to his defeat.
What's more, Fang Chen is also improving. Coupled with his poor condition, losing is a foregone conclusion.
Halfway through the fight, he knew that he was going to lose. In the second half, he only focused on mastering the skills he had learned, instead of working hard to win.
This is not a matter of how much practice he has practiced, but his own state has not been transformed.
Taking classes for two years together is really not as good as taking the time to memorize it last semester, not to mention that he also has to learn cartography on his own, so that the training courses for his sophomore year only have time to fill his mind with skills. Practical use has not yet crossed his mind.
After sorting out his clothes, he returned to the team and did not speak to Fang Chen again.
Fang Chen was a little distracted. Sheng Jiayu was a competitor he recognized very much, and the other party's disapproval ignited an unknown fire in his body.
After training, everyone else went to take a shower under the faucet to prepare for the canteen, but Fang Chen stopped Sheng Jiayu.
He has become stronger and taller. Now he stands in front of Sheng Jiayu, like a wall, blocking the autumn noon sun and casting a shadow, wrapping Sheng Jiayu in his body.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked with a little anger.
Sheng Jiayu was shocked when he asked, "What's going on? Aren't you going to eat?"
"You know what I'm talking about." Fang Chen didn't know why he cared so much.
Logically speaking, it has nothing to do with what Sheng Jiayu looks like.
If the two hadn't made a joke-like bet before the game last semester, even if there was an extra rabbit in the department, he wouldn't have looked at him twice.
He didn't like this fragile creature.
Fang Chen knew that Sheng Jiayu didn't want to be too outstanding in the department. She had been living in the middle of the pack and just wanted to pass the assessment.
But he had already shown his sharpness, and when it was the best time to admit defeat and protect his character, he competed with him for the first place, and now he lost to him and looked like he didn't care. What does it mean?
How much did he despise him to humiliate him at such a low level?
But Sheng Jiayu just wiped away the water droplets left on her hands after washing them, tilted her head and looked aside indifferently, "What does it have to do with you?"
He turned slightly and continued with a smile in his eyes: "What happened to me has nothing to do with you." Fang Chen was stunned by his question, but couldn't think of a word to refute him.
Yes, it's none of his business.
Even if Sheng Jiayu failed the exam and was kicked out, what would he do?
They have nothing to do with each other. It is Sheng Jiayu's own choice to decide what to do.
Realizing this, Fang Chen clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh, trying to calm down his agitated mood for unknown reasons.
"It's me who's troublesome." After saying that, Fang Chen let go of his hands, but he didn't feel relieved and could only turn around and leave with a frown.
Sheng Jiayu looked at him strangely and muttered in her heart: What is wrong with this?
"How come he cares more about me than me?" During lunch, I chatted with Fu Mingcheng about this matter.
Fu Mingcheng asked for leave today to do some work for Lao Jin. He didn't know about the small conflict in their class. After hearing what Sheng Jiayu said, he felt strange, "Maybe it's something that hasn't gone well recently."
"What else is wrong with him? After I beat him last semester, he looked like a puffer fish every day when he saw me. Now that I have taken a back seat, he can take first place again. Isn't it nice?" Sheng Jiayu said. I bought a piece of pickled cucumber, put it in my mouth and chewed it, "It's just that I won't let him keep doing it."
To him, it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses in ordinary classes. Anyway, there are still nearly four months until the end of the semester, so it's so easy to fall behind.
Besides, fighting is a weakness for herbivores, and he is not naturally gifted in everything. Being born into such an adult, there must be some weakness to make life easier for him.
He is very open-minded, but he really needs to find someone to practice his skills with. He has few lessons and lacks actual combat experience. How can he determine the strength of his kick unless it hits someone.
After finishing the meal and clearing the dishes, he said goodbye to Fu Mingcheng, "I have to go there for training in the afternoon, and I won't be coming for evening self-study. Dad will sign in for me."
Their department had no classes this afternoon, but there were too many students who failed the class last semester. Lao Jin was so angry that he gave them all an extra night of self-study and memorized them in the classroom. It is true that the theoretical classes this semester are more important and there is no room for them. In this way, "emphasis on military force and neglect of literature".
Although Sheng Jiayu attends classes on both sides, the class hours during the day are the same. In the evening, she will only pick up days when Hu Zhong is free to study fighting skills. Hu Zhong is not here today. He was supposed to go to evening self-study, but it is obvious that he has other ideas. plan.
"You've learned so badly, my son, you've already begun to learn how to borrow the monitor's help." Fu Mingcheng clicked his tongue twice, but their evening self-study was not strict at first. As long as they didn't fail the exam at the end of the semester, everything was easy for Lao Jin.
Everyone couldn't go out anyway. Sheng Jiayu was probably training for something else. His grades in the theory class were not easy to worry about. Even if Lao Jin knew he didn't come, he wouldn't say anything to him.
Sheng Jiayu said a few nice words to Fu Mingcheng with a smile, and said goodbye to them with squinting eyes.
Fu Mingcheng tilted his head in a gesture, stirring the little noodle soup with the spoon in his hand, "My son is grown up, so I don't need to send him to him anymore."
"Let him go when he's older." Tang Zhi took out his spoon and threw it on the dinner plate, "Take out the trash."
He had no problem with the mecha training in the afternoon. He gained knowledge quickly and was good at stealing lessons. He was already able to use some simple codes to fight back, making a group of seniors complain incessantly.
"I can't do it anymore. It's already hard enough to chase him. Why does the instructor still hit people?" A senior complained to Song Zhi.
Sheng Jiayu stood aside with a smile holding a water glass, "The instructor didn't say not to let me fire."
"That's right!" Song Zhi took the record book in his hand and gave each of the monkeys a head, "Will there be people on the field who will only chase you but not beat you? It's better to chase you than to race. Come play in some league.”
The senior shrank his head and said cowardly: "Isn't there no racing competition?"
"Gungun, you can't beat me in racing. Look at your crooked gun. Go to the shooting range and give me a shot all afternoon."
Seeing that he received the punishment, the senior stopped talking and ran away dejectedly, covering his head.
Zhu Chong wiped his sweat with a towel and came over to ask Sheng Jiayu: "How did you lose the code for the variable cannon just now? I tried it many times before and the system got stuck."
The brain of the training mecha is simply an old machine. Without the intelligent operation dial and the connection to the spiritual transmission system, the machine will start to freeze if you enter two more lines of code.
The students protested several times and asked for a new model. However, the first army in the past few years had no results and could not afford to replace it. They could only see who was good enough to be trained by Chuck Turing.
Fortunately, Allen Weir has made great progress in the past few decades, leaving behind a solid foundation and a military base like Chuck Turing. Otherwise, we don't know how life would be in other, poorer galaxies.
The military academies are all poor, and they are not the only ones who are poor. The other military academies in the Ellenwell system are not much better. Compared with those in the capital system, everyone is a pauper. Don't dislike anyone.
In short, just achieve some results, and you will receive bonuses for achieving results. With the bonuses, everyone will be given mechas for training.
This cake has been drawn for several sessions, but it can be considered a promising one. The instructors will only say: "If you keep at it, you will be able to change it next year."
However, Sheng Jiayu has a good experience with the system of this old machine. He participated in some programming competitions in his previous life. Some machines have many problems with their age, so he has long been accustomed to old machines.
The codes and system languages of the interstellar era are different, but the logic is the same. After getting used to the one-to-one correspondence, although he has not yet finished learning the operating instructions, he can basically draw inferences from one example to another. As for the stinky problem of the old machine, "it lags after him" Just input the rhythm.”
so true.
So helpless.
Inputting too fast will cause the old machine to freeze and accumulate codes, so adapt to his lag rhythm.
Anyway, it won’t cause the machine to jam directly, it’s just not very smooth. It can be overcome!
Zhu Chong was choked for a moment, and then realized that it was really reasonable, so he had to say: "You are right."
Sheng Jiayu smiled happily: "I have no choice but to join if I can't beat you."
After everyone rested for a while, they started the next round of practice.
Everyone was in good condition today. Song Zhi extended the training time a little and solved the minor problems of several students before letting them go.
Everyone was exhausted, and some were even too lazy to move, so they just lay down in the training ground and planned to squint for a while.
The training ground is open to the dormitory gates, and students usually come over to practice on their own.
Song Zhi ignored those brats sleeping on the spot and left on his own.
Sheng Jiayu packed up her things and saw that Lu Zhe was leaving. She hurriedly walked over and patted Lu Zhe on the back.
Lu Zhe, who was exporting data at the console, stood up and looked back, and found Sheng Jiayu looking at him with her hands behind her back.
The evening in mid-September has begun to get colder. Although it was extremely hot during training, once you take a break, the evening breeze will make you feel a little chilly.
Especially when the central air-conditioning is turned on in the training ground. When the residual heat from the propellers dissipates, the room becomes cold. Many people put on their coats after training.
The little rabbit was holding his back, obediently waiting for his reply.
The zipper of the coat was only halfway unzipped, and the upper half of the unzipped clothes were loose and tilted, half of the collarbone exposed, making it look awkward.
Lu Zhe put down the things in his hands, tugged on his collar, straightened his clothes, and pulled the zipper up a little, "Wear your clothes properly."
"Huh? Oh." Sheng Jiayu felt the body temperature on Lu Zhe's fingertips and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "I broke the rules, I'm sorry, senior."
Although the discipline of the military academy in the interstellar era was not as strict as what he had heard in his previous life, there were rules.
Although wearing training clothes indiscriminately like this is generally not something that will be said, but if you do this when you are wearing a formal military uniform, you will definitely get slapped by the instructor.
Lu Zhe didn't do anything to him. He said "hmm" in his nose and asked him: "What do you want from me?"
"Yes, that's right. I would like to ask, senior, if you are free in the evening and can you spar with me?" Sheng Jiayu bit her lower lip and looked up at Lu Zhe with her wet eyes.
Lu Zhe glanced at him and saw the expectant look in Little Rabbit's eyes, and said out of nowhere: "Why should I accompany you?"
(End of chapter)
The author said: The big cat who teases the rabbit will be taken out and hung on the wall by the black rabbit in the future.