A student who has just been a freshman has already modified a level five mecha before he has learned how to make mecha parts. What kind of talent is this
Mr. Pang should be happy that his student has such a high talent, but Yan Hao's talent is not in mecha manufacturing, nor in mental power, but in the mimic driving system, which makes him feel a little delicate .
Even though he himself is a tenth-level mech manufacturing master, and his attainments in the mimic system are not low, but Mr. Pang has to be realistic and say that he is not as good as Mr. Zhong in the research of the mimic driving system.
"Ah." All the surprise and silence finally turned into a sigh.
"Teacher?" Yan Hao has always been sensitive, but when he was suddenly sighed by Mr. Pang, he thought he had done something wrong, "If you disagree, I will discuss it with the senior again."
The teacher was right to be angry. I was only a freshman, and I didn't know how to repair mechs at all. Even if I went with my seniors, it was just to fill my head. As for the driving system, which only he can repair, it is the most difficult part of the entire mech to be damaged. If the driving system of a mech is broken, it basically means that the entire mech will be scrapped. It's just the actual combat assessment of the sophomore year, there can't be such a big crisis.
"I don't disagree." Pang Lao shook his head.
Yan Hao's eyes lit up sharply.
"As soon as I said I didn't disagree, you were so happy. It seems that you care a lot about your senior." Yan Hao's emotional changes were too obvious for Mr. Pang not to notice.
"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded, "The senior is very kind to me, and... if it weren't for the senior, I might not be able to pass the entrance examination for the Department of Mecha Manufacturing."
"Oh?" Elder Pang raised his brows when he heard this, and instantly he became more fond of the senior Yan Hao said, "In this case, if you want to accompany him to the assessment, go there. I'll talk to the school."
"Thank you, teacher." Yan Hao happily replied to Sheng Heng on the spot, telling him that he would go to the assessment.
Pang Lao waited for Yan Hao to send the message, and then continued to ask: "You are only a freshman, why did you suddenly start researching the mimic driving system during the summer vacation?"
"One time in class, Professor Qin talked to us about the internal circuits of the mecha. He said that the more advanced the mecha, the more complicated the circuit and the more difficult it is to control." Yan Hao said, "I thought at the time, if I were a mecha maker Well, if one day I build a very powerful mecha, but no one can drive it because of the difficulty of operation, that would be a pity."
A trace of loneliness flashed in Pang Lao's eyes. He was like this. As a tenth-level mecha maker, he could already manufacture tenth-level mechas, but in the entire Federation, no one could control tenth-level mechas.
"So I thought, can the operating system be simplified, and then I naturally thought of the mimic system." Yan Hao continued, "If one day mechas can also be controlled through mimicry, then the mecha fighters of the Federation will become more Powerful, even more ordinary people can control mechas."
"Old Pang, I have decided. I want to study the mimic system. No matter how powerful the mecha is, if no one can drive it, it is a useless decoration." More than ten years ago, Zhong Lao suddenly came to Pang Lao and said Such words.
With the same idea and the same talent, Yan Hao is indeed more suitable to be his disciple.
"Mimic system or mech manufacturing, which one do you prefer?" Old Pang looked at Yan Hao, waiting for his answer.
Although he likes Yan Hao as a student very much, the more he likes him, the less he can delay him.
"Aren't the two integrated?" Yan Hao asked in confusion, "The mimic system is also a part of mecha manufacturing."
"!" Pang Lao was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses as if enlightened. That's right, the mimicry system is a part of mecha manufacturing, why did I have to separate the two.
"Hahaha..." Mr. Pang suddenly realized, and excitedly slapped the table, "Come on, follow me to the laboratory, and I will tell you about mecha maintenance. Your senior's mecha is a level five mecha, right? Sophomore The assessment should start in a few days, I will give you make-up lessons, no one can pass, just count the number of people."
"Yes." Yan Hao hurriedly followed, and couldn't wait for Pang Lao's proposal, "Teacher, the black soul was originally a level-6 mecha, but the system I modified is a level-five mech, so it limits the ability of the black soul performance."
"Level 6 is level 6. It's a trivial matter. The teacher will tell you about the places where the mech is most likely to be damaged during a battle." In the eyes of Pang Lao, those below the tenth level are trivial.
So the master and the apprentice went to the laboratory happily. When Mr. Zhong was teaching the open class, the two of them were also having a small class in the laboratory. It was the first time for Yan Hao to be guided so closely and one-on-one in detail, and the speed of absorbing knowledge was unprecedentedly fast. And Pang Lao is worthy of being a master of mecha manufacturing. Whenever Yan Hao asks a question, he can immediately expand a series of related knowledge points based on this question.
There are too many and deep knowledge points, which may be difficult for ordinary students to accept, but Yan Hao is just the kind of person who will subconsciously study deeply when encountering problems. Pang Lao's explanation quickly answered his questions. The questions in his mind gave him a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of mech manufacturing. And these are the main points that cannot be learned in the classroom and must be realized through continuous practice.
"When mechs are fighting, weapons are very important. Generally speaking, mechas below level 4 are equipped with long-range weapons, very few are equipped with melee weapons, and mechas above level 5 will have extra..."
"Bang bang!"
At this time, the door of the laboratory was suddenly smashed, and Zhong Lao's voice sounded outside the door: "Old Pang, open the door!"
Then there were several bang bang bang bangs on the door, and occasional voices of Babes' persuasion could be heard.
Under such circumstances, Old Pang naturally couldn't continue talking. He stopped and signaled Yan Hao to open the door, but he himself stepped aside, picked up tea and started to drink leisurely.
Mr. Zhong waited for the door to open, and rushed in anxiously. When he saw Mr. Pang drinking tea, his face turned green: "You shameless, you actually drank apprentice tea while I was in class."
Old Pang was taken aback, looked at the teacup in his hand, and knew that the other party had misunderstood, but he didn't explain, and continued drinking with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Zhong, drink tea." At this moment, Yan Hao also poured a cup of tea for Mr. Zhong and brought it over.
Mr. Zhong was blowing his beard and staring and preparing to have a quarrel with Mr. Pang. At this moment, he saw the apprentice he was fancy brought over a cup of tea. After drinking most of it: "Okay, I'll drink this tea, and you will be my apprentice from now on."
Yan Hao was stunned, what, what should I do
The Papillon that came in later also had an expression that could do it.
"Teacher?" Yan Hao looked at Old Pang for help.
"Huh?" Elder Pang and Elder Zhong looked over at the same time.
"..." Yan Hao.
Yan Hao was disgusted by two people or even many people at the same time, but he had never been robbed by two people at the same time. If he dislikes it, that's fine. At worst, he will ignore anyone and just turn around and leave. But these two people value him very much, and they have both imparted their own knowledge, so what can he do
"Okay, I'm scaring the children." Seeing Yan Hao's pitiful look of being at a loss, Mr. Pang rolled his eyes at Mr. Zhong angrily.
"Let's guess the boxing game. Whoever wins will belong to the apprentice." Mr. Zhong didn't want to quarrel with Mr. Pang either.
He couldn't let the two quarrel for himself anymore, he had to make a choice.
"Mr. Zhong." Yan Hao thought for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to go up, "Thank you very much for looking up to me, but I have already worshiped the teacher as my teacher."
In Yan Hao's cognition, Teacher Pang is the teacher who said in person that he wanted to take him as a disciple, and he himself was willing. As for Mr. Zhong, although he may have the same intention, it is still too late.
"..." Zhong Lao's already dark complexion completely became the bottom of the pot.
"Hahaha..." Elder Pang suddenly felt comfortable, and laughed out loud.
"You...very good." No matter how much Mr. Zhong admired Yan Hao, but everyone talked about it, he would lick his face and continue to accept apprentices, "Ba Yun, let's go."
Babe Chong glanced at the restless and guilty Yan Hao with a complicated expression, turned around and walked out with Mr. Zhong without saying anything.
"Wait a minute." Elder Pang suddenly called out to Elder Zhong.
"Why, haven't you laughed enough?" Elder Zhong said coldly.
"You are always so irritable, and I don't know how those apprentices under you can bear you." Pang Lao didn't wait for Zhong Lao to change his face, and hurriedly expressed his suggestion, "Let's recruit apprentices together."
As soon as he said this, the three people in the laboratory were a little surprised.
"What do you mean?" Elder Zhong asked.
"You are right. Yan Hao is indeed very talented in mathematics and mimic driving. If he can learn from you, he can grow faster." Pang Lao said, "So, let's take him as an apprentice together."
Yan Hao's eyes lit up, can both masters worship, then Mr. Zhong will not be angry.
"Heh." Mr. Zhong laughed coldly, "What do you think I am, who is disliked by others, and is still rushing to be a master. I am Zhong Gaoxuan, a tenth-level mech manufacturing master, and the director of the Federal National Research Institute , is it so cheap?"
The light in Yan Hao's eyes gradually dimmed amidst Zhong Lao's sneer.
"Teacher." Babe Chong wanted to persuade a few words.
"Shut up, let's go." Mr. Zhong was about to step out the door.
"Yan Hao has independently researched and modified a fifth-level mecha. This mecha uses a mimic driving system." Pang Laoshen added another sentence.
Mr. Zhong stopped suddenly when he stepped out of the door, then took it back with a swipe, and then rushed to Yan Hao: "Where's the mecha?"
"what?"
"The fifth-level mech you modified." Zhong Lao roared.
Twenty minutes later, Sheng Heng was summoned to the tenth floor of the laboratory building, and showed off his mech - Black Soul.
Pang Lao and Zhong Lao, the two top leaders in the mecha manufacturing industry, plunged in and looked at this fifth-level mecha, up and down, inside and out, after carefully studying it for a while.
Elder Zhong and Elder Pang looked at each other, then walked up to Yan Hao, and ordered arrogantly: "You... go to my place to report twice a month."
"what?"
When Mr. Zhong heard that Yan Hao was still there, he was so angry that he wanted to slam the door and go out again. This kid, do you really want to beg him
"Ah, what, call me teacher." Babe Chong said hastily.
"Teacher Zhong." Yan Hao reacted very quickly this time, and happily called teacher.
Only then did Mr. Zhong's expression soften a little, and he let out a moderate hum from his throat.
Seeing his arrogant appearance, everyone couldn't help but want to laugh, but the only one who dared to laugh out loud was Pang Lao.
Standing in the corner, Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao surrounded by Mr. Pang and Mr. Zhong, and felt happy for him from the bottom of his heart. Being able to be accepted as an apprentice by two tenth-level mecha builders at the same time, Yan Hao's future is almost destined to stand on a high place that others can't reach.
What about yourself
Sheng Heng looked down at his hands, if he was just a fifth-level mecha fighter, how would he stand by your side
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