Armor training room.
Yan Hao brought the little robot over, set the recording program, and stepped aside.
"Senior, you can start." Yan Hao said to Sheng Heng who was wearing a training suit.
Sheng Heng hummed, turned around and walked towards the dark and burly mecha in the arena, which was Sheng Heng's exclusive mecha, Black Soul. Walking closer, exerting force on their feet, several jumpers stopped neatly outside the cockpit of the mecha. And at the same time as Sheng Heng stopped outside the cockpit of the mecha, the intelligent system of the black soul mecha sensed the arrival of the owner, and automatically turned on, allowing the owner to enter.
Sheng Heng entered the cockpit, first performed simple adjustments, and then connected to Yan Hao's communication.
"Can you hear me?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Yes." Yan Hao.
"If there is something wrong with the posture for a while, you can remind me aloud, and I will do it again." After all, the mecha is not a human body, and even under the control of instructions, it cannot make exactly the same movements as the human body, and can only try near. For the accuracy of the data, Yan Hao made a corrected model in the intelligent robot, only when the similarity between the mecha manipulated by Sheng Heng and his own body yesterday exceeds 96%, is valid data.
Ninety-six percent accuracy is one of the evaluation criteria for senior mech fighters. That is to say, if Sheng Heng wants to cooperate with Yan Hao to complete the data collection, every movement of him must be controlled by the senior mech fighters. level.
When he was ready, Sheng Heng took a deep breath, moved his fingers slightly, and then put his hands on the control panel. With just a slight movement of the slender fingertips, hundreds of buttons representing different commands light up. But Sheng Heng didn't look at these buttons. As a mecha warrior, if he can't even remember the control panel and can't touch type when operating, then he is not worthy to drive a mecha at all.
Yan Hao sat in the corner of the training room, the optical brain in his hand was remotely connected to the intelligent robot, and the virtual screen was divided into two. On the left was the human model he built with the fighting data collected yesterday, and on the right was the mech in front of him.
With the first movement of the black soul, the two models on the virtual screen also moved. At the same time as the movement, there will be a calculation program designed in advance by Yan Hao to compare the similarity of the movements of the two.
The first action, similarity 96.12%
The second action, similarity 96.13%
Movement Continuity A.
The third action, similarity 96.11%
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The twentieth action, similarity 95.35%
Movement Continuity A-
In the blink of an eye, after 20 movements, only eight minutes passed, and Sheng Heng's movements dropped 96% for the first time.
"Senior, the movement just now was not precise enough, your right forearm needs to be raised a little more." Yan Hao reminded, comparing the difference between the two data models.
"Okay, I'll do it again." Sheng Heng quickly agreed, he first adjusted the posture of the mech, let him return to the state where the nineteenth action was completed, and then proceeded to the twentieth action.
Soon the optical brain completed the comparison: the twentieth movement, the similarity is 96.12%
"Are you qualified?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Passed, senior, you continue." Yan Hao continued.
Sheng Heng continued to manipulate the mecha, and then made another ten movements. Although the similarity dropped to 96% twice, after Yan Hao's reminder, Sheng Heng was able to fine-tune immediately and make qualified movements. This kind of ability requires mecha fighters to be very familiar with the mecha itself and the manipulation of various commands in order to achieve such fine-tuning.
Fifteen minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and half of the boxing was over. Yan Hao compared the data in the first half, and said: "Senior, the coherence of your movements has decreased a bit. Now you only have B. Do you want to rest for a while?"
There was a moment of silence on the other side of the communication, and then came Sheng Heng's deep voice: "Okay."
Immediately, Black Soul's slender mechanical arm retracted, and stood quietly on the spot.
"Senior, would you like to come down and drink some water?" Yan Hao took a bottle of water and stood in front of the mecha.
"No, I can start again after a short rest, the next time the mech is very troublesome." Sheng Heng said.
Yan Hao thought about it and thought it was right, so he didn't ask again: "Then put the water here, and drink it after the senior comes down."
"Okay, thank you." Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao who was talking to him with his head up on the screen, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't find it troublesome to go down once, but felt that it was a bit embarrassing for him to go down in his current state.
In the cockpit at this time, Sheng Heng's head was sweating and his face was pale. He was not tired, but hurt. It's just fifteen minutes of high-intensity operation, and his fingers have already started to protest.
When Yan Hao told him to collect data, he didn't know that Yan Hao's requirements would be so high that every movement must be 96% accurate. Although his black soul is a level 6 mecha, and has the conditions to perform high-precision operations, but if he wants to make such high-precision movements accurately and quickly, the requirements for the mecha master are higher than the mecha itself , requires a very strong hand speed.
But these Sheng Heng didn't tell Yan Hao that apart from not being able to bear to disappoint Yan Hao, there was also his own unwillingness.
Feeling the tingling pain from his fingertips, Sheng Heng clearly realized once again that it is impossible for him to become a high-level mech warrior, and his limit can barely stay at level five. If it is an operation at the fifth level, his fingers can barely last for two hours, but once he reaches the sixth level, his fingers can only last for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes, what can you do on the battlefield? It is estimated that even a sixth-level star claw insect cannot be killed.
In fact, this is all a high opinion of myself. Maybe a fifth-level fighter is not up to the conditions. After all, there is no army that will accept a mecha fighter with only two hours of combat power.
"Senior." Yan Hao's voice came, and Sheng Heng suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Yan Hao waving from the screen.
"I'm here." Sheng Heng responded quickly.
"Can we continue?" Yan Hao asked.
Sheng Heng looked at the time and found that he had been distracted for a while, but twenty minutes had passed: "Okay, let's continue."
After finishing speaking, Sheng Heng raised his slightly red hands and clenched them tightly. A sharp pain came from his knuckles, and Sheng Heng's already pale face became even paler due to the pain.
After this grip, the finger muscles seemed to have fully experienced the pain and became a little more flexible. Sheng Heng put his fingers on the console again and began to perform the second half of the boxing.
The thirty-ninth action, similarity 96.01%
The fortieth action, similarity 96.02%
Movement Continuity B-
Yan Hao frowned, why did the movement become less coherent after the senior rested. Although Yan Hao was a little puzzled, he didn't interrupt Sheng Heng's movements, because coherence is not very important compared to the similarity of movements.
The continuity of action is the time spent by the operator when changing instructions. The less this time, the better the continuity, and the faster the armor will respond in battle. But Yan Hao's research is mimicry sensing, what is needed is the action command of the mecha, and the continuity is not important. Because once the research on mimic sensing is successful, the mecha can directly imitate the movements of the human body, and switching movements is the instinct of the human body, and there is no need to use data to measure it.
The fiftieth action, similarity 93.36%
93.36%
Even if Yan Hao didn't know how to control the mech at this time, he could tell that there was something wrong with Sheng Heng in the cockpit.
"Senior..."
"Sorry, I didn't control it well just now, I'll adjust it again." This time, Yan Hao didn't need to say anything, Sheng Heng himself knew that there was a problem with his operation. When he entered the command just now, there was a button that he didn't have time to press, which caused the direction of the punch just now to deviate. If it was on the battlefield, this mistake might have killed him.
As the words fell, Black Soul withdrew his right arm that was punching, stepped forward with his right foot, and then punched again.
The fiftieth action, similarity 95.36%
"How is it? Has it met the standard?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Senior...does your hand hurt?" Yan Hao is not a person who can hide his thoughts, he will say whatever comes to mind.
Sheng Heng smiled wryly. Understood: "It seems that my action just now still didn't meet the standard."
"Senior, why don't we stop here today and continue tomorrow." Yan Hao said worriedly, "Come down first, I'll see your hand."
He remembered that Sheng Heng's hand seemed to have been injured when he was a child. Thinking of this, Yan Hao couldn't help but blame himself. He knew that the senior had just finished the final exam and his fingers must rest, so he was so anxious to ask him to help.
"I'm going home tomorrow, so let's finish it today." Sheng Heng insisted, "There are still six movements left. I will rest for a while and finish them soon. However, the continuity of the movements may not be very good."
"Senior is going home tomorrow?" Yan Hao's attention was immediately diverted.
"Yeah." Sheng Heng nodded, "What about you, when will you go home?"
"I'm not going back." Yan Hao shook his head and said, "I plan to stay in school during the holidays. When will the senior leave tomorrow, I'll see you off."
"There are two months of vacation, what are you going to do at school?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Doing research, I don't know if I can complete the data collected by the optician today during this holiday." Yan Hao said with a smile, "I have to go to class when school starts, so I can't concentrate on doing one thing like I am now Now, I have to hurry up."
Because Yan Hao couldn't see Sheng Heng's expression through the mecha, but Sheng Heng could clearly see Yan Hao's expression through the holographic screen of the mecha. It seems that as long as research and mechs are mentioned, Yan Hao's whole person will become different. After sweeping away his usual naive look, he became confident and strong, especially those eyes, which were always sparkling and full of love.
The junior student used to study pharmacy, but it was only when he went to university that he realized that his favorite was mech manufacturing, so he temporarily ran out of the pharmacy major examination room and changed his exam to the mecha manufacturing department.
It's really enviable, the elementary school boy is so smart, he can learn anything he wants to learn very well, so he is not afraid of changing majors midway. Unlike myself, no matter how hard I try, I can't change it after all...
Unconsciously, he clenched his hands again, and the dull pain hit him, but he couldn't suppress the helplessness in his heart at this time.
The elementary school boy has just learned how to make mechas, and his driving skills can barely help him. After a few years, he probably won't be able to help if he wants to.
"I've rested, let's continue." Sheng Heng didn't continue to be stuck in it, he adjusted his emotions, began to control the mech again, and repeated the action just now.
Seeing that Sheng Heng insisted, Yan Hao had no choice but to continue collecting data, thinking that he would check his hand injury after Sheng Heng came out of the mecha.
After another fifteen minutes, the last few movements were all completed.
"Senior, come out of the mecha." Yan Hao said to Sheng Heng.
Sheng Heng let out a deep breath, opened the cockpit after a while, jumped off the mecha, and activated the space button to install the mecha while falling. The moment the mech disappeared, the entire training room became empty.
"Senior, let me see your hands." Yan Hao ran towards Sheng Heng.
"No." Sheng Heng took a step back and said with a smile, "I'm sweating all over, I want to go back and take a shower, so let's go first."
After finishing speaking, without giving Yan Hao time to react, Sheng Heng walked out of the training room quickly.
Although Yan Hao is emotionally slow, it may be because he was alienated a lot in his previous life, and he is very sensitive to this aspect of emotion. At that moment just now, he clearly felt the alienation from Sheng Heng's body, and Sheng Heng didn't want himself to get close to him.
Why did the senior suddenly want to alienate himself, did he offend him somewhere? An unprecedented negative emotion emerged from the bottom of Yan Hao's heart. He was never so sad when he was isolated by the whole class and the whole laboratory in his previous life.
On the other side, when Sheng Heng returned to the dormitory, Cheng Wenkang jumped up from the bed in shock from his miserable appearance.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, my hand hurts a little, help me soak a herbal bag." Sheng Heng sat on the chair with a tired face, his hands might not even be able to hold the bottle of water at this time.
When Cheng Wenkang heard that Sheng Heng's hand was injured, he hurriedly soaked a pack of herbs and brought it over. When Sheng Heng soaked his trembling fingers into the potion, Cheng Wenkang couldn't help asking: "Aren't you just helping the elementary school boy do some mecha moves? How did you make it like this?"
And it's only been over an hour, even if you keep manipulating the mecha, it won't be like this.
"A few actions are more complicated." Sheng Heng said.
"How complicated is your movement to do this?" Cheng Wenkang frowned.
Sheng Heng lowered his head, was speechless for a while, and then said quietly: "Fatty, what do you think I should study finance now?"
"Boss, you..."
"It's just a few moves. My hand has become like this before it's on the battlefield. It's just a waste of time to stay here."
"Didn't we agree that no matter whether we can enter the Ministry or not in the future, we will learn to pilot mechs in college. Anyway, my family's company is there. If it's too bad, let's go and be the boss again." Cheng Wenkang said.
Sheng Heng was silent and did not speak. Under the effect of the potion, his trembling fingers gradually regained control. He tried to move, and his heart that just wanted to transfer to finance began to waver again. His childhood dream was to become a mecha warrior like his father and elder brother, so as long as his hands were not completely useless, he would always be unwilling.
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