When the spaceship landed, there was already a school bus from the Federal University waiting outside. The group boarded the school bus and returned to school in less than an hour. Sheng Heng sent Yan Hao to the door of the dormitory, and then went back to his own dormitory.
"I'm back so soon, don't you want to have dinner with my elementary school brother?" In ten minutes, it was time for the cafeteria to open, and Cheng Wenkang thought that Sheng Heng would have dinner with Yan Hao before coming back.
"He made an appointment with He Shao." Sheng Heng said.
Cheng Wenkang snorted, and sat cross-legged on the bed: "By the way, this time the team is first, and the reward is a melee weapon."
Sheng Heng glanced at him: "Here."
"Thank you Brother Heng." Cheng Wenkang was waiting for these words, "When I was in the deserted star, I watched you manipulate the black soul to kill all directions in the swarm of insects, and wished I had a melee weapon that could rush in with you Fighting. Sure enough, fighting is more passionate than close combat."
"Melee combat is passionate, but skill is more important." Sheng Heng reminded.
"I know, I will practice hard, I'm going to take a shower first." Cheng Wenkang responded with a smile, took his clothes and turned his head into the bathroom, and the sound of water came from inside after a while.
Sheng Heng continued to pack his things. Halfway through, the optical computer terminal vibrated suddenly, indicating that there was a communication.
"Mom?" Sheng Heng quickly connected to the communication, and a palm-sized virtual image immediately popped up on the terminal, which was Sheng Heng's mother.
"Sheng Heng, the assessment is over?" Mama Sheng looked at Sheng Heng outside the video gently.
"Well, I just returned to school." Sheng Heng nodded.
"Let me see your hands?" Mama Sheng said suddenly.
Sheng Heng froze for a moment, glanced at his mother, but still put his right palm in front of the screen.
"Did you really convert the black soul into a mimetic mech?" Sheng Heng's hands were fair and slender, without a trace of scars. Not to mention that he had just finished a seven-day actual combat assessment, even daily training, his hands should not so healthy.
"Did it all reach you?" Sheng Heng guessed his mother's intention when his mother asked to see his hand. This time the desolate star, the fact that the black soul is a mimic mecha was exposed, and it will be a matter of time before it gets out.
"You child, why didn't you tell me about such an important matter, and let me hear the news from others." Sheng's mother complained a little.
"I originally wanted to tell you after this assessment is over, but you will know first." Although the black soul has been modified into a mimic mech, Sheng Heng doesn't know how powerful the black soul is, so he wants to After this assessment is over and the strength of the black soul has been tested, I will tell my family.
"Why was the black soul suddenly converted into a mimic mecha? Who helped you modify it?" This was what Mama Sheng was concerned about.
"My... partner." Before you catch up, let's be your partner first.
"Partner? Are you partnered with an armor maker?" Sheng's mother was surprised.
After Sheng Heng injured his hand, his family no longer approved of him being a mech warrior. When he was very young, Sheng’s mother planned a new path for her son, hoping that Sheng Heng would inherit the company she ran when he grew up. . But Sheng Heng still prefers mechs. Even if his hands are injured, his fingers will be red, swollen and trembling after practice, and the pain is unbearable. He has to soak in medicine almost every day to fall asleep. But every time his hands recovered, Sheng Heng would persist in practicing. He persisted in this way for ten years. He endured the pain and spent much less time than others, and he was admitted to the Mecha Department of the Federal University by himself.
Before enrolling, Admiral Sheng came back from the front and had a personal talk with Sheng Heng. He told Sheng Heng that no matter how powerful his operational skills are, on the battlefield, a soldier who can only fight for two hours and will fall at any time, is dangerous. It is dangerous to himself, and it is also dangerous to his comrades who fight side by side, even dragging him down.
After that conversation, Sheng Heng was depressed for several days, and then he promised his family that after graduating from university, if he could not become a qualified mech warrior, he would switch to finance and come back to help the family manage the business.
After Sheng Heng entered school, in order not to put pressure on Sheng Heng, Sheng's mother seldom asked about Sheng Heng's school, but she did always pay attention to it in private. She knew that because of the hand injury, Sheng Heng was not taken seriously in the class, and when choosing a partner with the mech maker, no one would choose him. Occasionally, those who are willing to choose Sheng Heng are also because they want to take the opportunity to dismantle the black soul and get in touch with high-level mechs in advance.
For a mecha warrior, a mecha is both an armor and a comrade in arms. How could Sheng Heng hand over the black soul to a mecha maker who only wanted to disassemble it for research, but didn't really love the black soul, so Sheng Heng has never had a partner , The reputation in the mecha manufacturing department is not very good.
And now, Sheng Heng not only suddenly has an extra partner, but also a partner who can modify the mimic system
"Yes." Mentioning Yan Hao, Sheng Heng's tone was a little gentle.
"How do you know each other? What's the relationship between him and Mr. Zhong?"
"He's a year younger than me, a first-year student in the Mecha Manufacturing Department, and a disciple of Mr. Zhong." Sheng Heng asked suspiciously, "However, Mom, how do you know that he has something to do with Mr. Zhong?"
"In the entire federation, only Mr. Zhong can modify a mimic mech. Actually, your dad and I have contacted Mr. Zhong before, and we want to ask him to modify a mimic mecha for you..."
Sheng Heng's eyes widened slightly, he never knew that his family went to find Mr. Zhong for him.
"At that time, Mr. Zhong said that he would not refit anyone with a mimetic mecha until the mimetic mecha became popular. After that, we didn't ask any more questions. I didn't expect you to be able to find his student as a partner." Sheng Sheng Mom excitedly said, "Mr. Zhong can ask his students to modify the mecha for you. Does it mean that the mimicry system has made great progress?!"
If this was the case, then Sheng Heng's hand injury would not be a problem at all.
"I don't know about this?" Sheng Heng shook his head, "Yan Hao wasn't Elder Zhong's disciple when he helped me modify the mecha."
"What?! Wait, Yan Hao?" Mama Sheng thought there was something about this name, and she recalled it for a moment, "Is it the child who gave you the model of the sixth-level sedative formula and the potion for treating hand injuries?"
"It's him." Sheng Heng smiled, and his tone became soft again unconsciously.
"I heard your Uncle Yue complained a few times, saying that this kid is obviously a medicine genius, but he just went to learn mecha manufacturing. He also said that if you didn't watch him protect him so much, he would definitely go to your school to snatch him. Now it seems , this child's talent in mecha manufacturing is no worse than medicine." Sheng's mother said.
"He is very talented in mecha manufacturing, and he likes mecha manufacturing more." Sheng Heng didn't like to judge whether Yan Hao's talent in pharmacy or mecha was stronger, but he hoped that Yan Hao would be his like things.
And every time Yan Hao sees something related to the mech, his eyes are full of light. As for the medicine, Yan Hao is much more casual. Whether it is the formula of the sedative or the medicine for treating hand injuries, he gives it very casually. It's like giving an innocuous thing. It was a completely different person from when he modified the Black Soul.
"Such a person with double talents is still Zhong Lao's disciple, Sheng Heng, you want to..."
"No." Before his mother could finish speaking, Sheng Heng refused first.
Sheng's mother raised her eyebrows, her eyes wandered back and forth on Sheng Heng's face, as if she was observing something.
"Mom, Yan Hao is a very pure person, I don't want to involve him in factional struggles." Sheng Heng said.
"But he's your partner. Just because of that, he's bound to us." Mama Sheng said.
"I did not reveal to the public that Yan Hao is the one who modified the Black Soul." Sheng Heng paused and continued, "If the mimic driving system cannot be improved, after graduation from university, Yan Hao and I will naturally terminate our partnership. At that time, he will enter the Zhong Lao or Pang Lao's research institute has become a mere mech maker."
"You like him, don't you?" Mama Sheng said suddenly.
"What?" Sheng Heng lost his mind for a moment.
"You like him!" Sheng's mother was completely sure.
Sheng Heng has a calm personality, and he has been stable since he was a child. He was never so excited even when his family opposed him to take the mecha department. But during the conversation just now, Sheng Heng lost his composure several times in a row.
Moreover, in a family like theirs, factional struggles are the norm, and it is a habit to win over talents when you see them, because if you don't win over, others will win over. And it's not a bad thing to win over to oneself. There is only one explanation for Sheng Heng's strong objection, that is, he cares so much about this child named Yan Hao that he doesn't want to use any scheming on him.
"Mom, I like him, but..." Sheng Heng didn't know how his mother saw it, but no matter what, he still didn't want to involve Yan Hao.
"But I haven't caught up yet." Sheng's mother said.
"..." Sheng Heng's embarrassing ears turned red.
"Okay, Mom knows what you mean, so do whatever you want." Mama Sheng rarely saw her son like this, and couldn't help but Hu took a few more glances.
"Thank you Mom."
"But you have to work hard, as long as you catch up, Yan Hao is still a member of our family."
"Mom..." Sheng Heng wanted to say something more, but the communication had been unilaterally hung up by Sheng's mother.
If Yan Hao hadn't worshiped Mr. Zhong and Mr. Pang as his teachers, and had the guarantee and ability to stand on his own, Sheng Heng did have plans to absorb people into the Sheng family. Yan Hao is too outstanding and innocent, a genius with extraordinary talent but no scheming, is the easiest to be coveted by others. After only two meetings, Sima Mingxuan had already noticed Yan Hao.
On the other side, Yan Hao took a shower in the dormitory, and when He Shao came back from get out of class after taking a shower, the two went out of the dormitory together and went to the cafeteria for dinner.
The two chose a seat by the window, and while eating, Yan Hao told He Shao what happened in Huangxing.
"This semester, I will mainly study the sixth-level energy block. I will try to learn how to make it before the end of the semester, and after the sophomore year, I will reach an efficiency of more than 70%." He Shao heard that Yan Hao had reached the first place in the overall score list just by selling the sixth-level energy block. One, I immediately strengthened my determination to learn how to make energy blocks.
"Okay, I'll teach you later." Yan Hao smiled.
"You help me review the circuit diagram of the mecha first, the teacher will ask questions tomorrow." He Shao laughed.
"After dinner, I'll review for you." Yan Hao agreed without hesitation.
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared beside Yan Hao.
"elder brother."
Yan Hao's hands stiffened when he was eating, and he looked up at the person beside him, and the smile immediately faded from his face.
"Why are you here?" Yan Hao asked.
"I have something to ask you. Brother, why didn't you reply when I sent you a message? You didn't answer the message either." Yan Fei said aggrievedly.
"Because I blocked you." Yan Hao said directly.
Yan Fei didn't expect that Yan Hao would block him, and he was shocked and aggrieved:
"Brother, why did you block me? Did I do something wrong? No wonder I sent you messages and videos during the summer vacation, but you didn't answer them. Because of this, my parents are very worried about you."
"I just blocked you, but I didn't block my parents. They are worried about me, so why don't you call me yourself." Yan Hao said.
"..." Yan Fei froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
Seeing that Yan Fei was just standing there with an expression of being bullied, He Shao couldn't help getting up and saying, "Hao, I've finished eating, let's go back and review."
"Yeah." Yan Hao didn't want to talk to Yan Fei at first, and wanted to leave with the tray in his hand.
"Brother, I have something to look for you." Seeing that he was about to leave, Yan Fei quickly stretched out his hand to hold Yan Hao.
Yan Hao ignored him, and shook his left arm to throw the person away. He didn't use much strength, but Yan Fei somehow lost his footing, and fell back on a passing student.
"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Yan Fei quickly apologized.
"It's okay." The man chuckled and gently held him up.
This voice sounds a little familiar.
Yan Hao looked back subconsciously: Sima Mingxuan? The two male protagonists meet
Sima Mingxuan also saw Yan Hao at this time, he was about to greet Yan Hao with a smile, but just as he opened his mouth, Yan Hao looked like he saw a ghost, and ran faster than a rabbit with the dinner plate in his hand.
"..." Sima Mingxuan.
Is the evil spirit on me still there? It's been five days and it still hasn't dissipated