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Mecha 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 gave a hum, turned and walked towards the dark and burly mecha in the field. It was Sheng Heng's exclusive mecha, Black Soul. When they stepped closer, their feet exerted force, and several jumpers stopped neatly outside the cockpit of the mecha. And while 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 to let the owner enter.

Sheng Heng entered the cockpit, first conducted a simple debugging, 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 remind me aloud, and I will do it again." After all, the mecha is not a human body. Even under the control of instructions, it cannot make the same movements as the human body. It can only do as much as possible. near. For the accuracy of the data, Yan Hao made a modified model in the intelligent robot. Only when the mecha operated by Sheng Heng and his own body yesterday, the similarity between the actions of the two exceeds 96%. It is considered valid data.

Ninety-six percent accuracy is one of the evaluation criteria for advanced mecha fighters. That is to say, if Sheng Heng wants to cooperate with Yan Hao to complete data collection, every action of his must reach the control of advanced mecha fighters. level.

Ready, Sheng Heng took a deep breath, moved his fingers slightly, and put his hands on the control panel. With 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 fighter, if he couldn't even remember the control panel and couldn't blindly type while operating, then he was not worthy to pilot the mecha.

Yan Hao sat in the corner of the training room with the optical brain in his hand connected to the intelligent robot remotely. The virtual screen was divided into two. On the left is the human model he built with the fighting data collected yesterday, and on the right is the mecha in front of him.

As the first action of the black soul was performed, the two models on the virtual screen also moved. At the same time as the action, there will be a calculation program designed by Yan Hao in advance to compare the similarity of the two actions.

The first action, the similarity is 96.12%

The second action, the similarity is 96.13%

Action continuity A.

The third action, the similarity is 96.11%

…

The twentieth action, the similarity is 95.35%

Action continuity A-

Twenty movements passed in a blink of an eye, and only eight minutes later, Sheng Heng's movements dropped 96% for the first time.

"Senior, the movement just now wasn't accurate enough, and your right forearm needs to be raised a little more." Yan Hao reminded him comparing the difference between the two data models.

"Okay, I'll do it again." Sheng Heng promised quickly, he adjusted the posture of the mecha first, let him return to the state where the nineteenth action was completed, and then proceeded to the twentieth action.

Soon Guangbrain completed the comparison: the twentieth action, the similarity was 96.12%

"Are you qualified?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Passed, senior, you continue." Yan Hao continued.

Sheng Heng continued to manipulate the mecha, followed by ten more moves. Although the similarity dropped by 96% twice, after Yan Hao's reminder, Sheng Heng was able to fine-tune it immediately and make qualified moves. This ability requires mecha fighters to be very familiar with the mecha itself and the control of various commands in order to achieve such fine-tuning.

In a blink of an eye, fifteen minutes passed, and halfway through the boxing technique, Yan Hao compared the data in the first half and said, "Senior, your continuity of movements has been somewhat reduced. Now there is only B. Would you like to take a break?"

There was a moment of silence on the communication end before Sheng Heng's low voice came: "Okay."

Immediately, the black soul's slender mechanical arm retracted and stood quietly in place.

"Senior, do you want 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 mecha is very troublesome." Sheng Heng said.

Yan Hao thought for a while and thought it was right, so he didn't ask any more: "Then put the water here and drink it when the senior comes down."

"Okay, thank you." Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao, who raised his head and talked to himself in the screen, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't think he was going to be troublesome, but he felt ashamed of his current state.

In the cockpit at this time, Sheng Heng's head was sweaty and his face was pale, not tired, but painful. It was just a high-intensity operation that lasted for fifteen minutes, and his fingers had already begun to protest.

When Yan Hao told him to collect data, he didn't know that Yan Hao's requirements would be so high. He had to achieve 96% accuracy in every movement. Although his Black Soul is a Level 6 mecha, it has the conditions to make high-precision operations, but to accurately and quickly perform such high-accuracy movements, the requirements for the mecha division are higher than the mecha itself. , Requires very powerful hand speed.

But these Sheng Heng didn't tell Yan Hao, apart from not having the heart to disappoint Yan Hao, there was also his own unwillingness.

Feeling the tingling pain from his fingertips, Sheng Heng once again clearly realized that he could not become a high-level mecha fighter, and his limit could only barely stay at level five. If the operation is in the fifth level, his fingers can barely hold for two hours, but once he reaches the sixth level, his fingers can only hold for fifteen minutes. What can you do on the battlefield in fifteen minutes? It is estimated that even a sixth-level star claw can't kill it.

In fact, this is all about taking oneself seriously. Maybe the fifth-level fighters themselves are not up to the conditions. After all, no army will accept a mecha fighter with only two hours of combat effectiveness.

"Senior." Yan Hao's voice came, and Sheng Hengmeng recovered and saw Yan Hao beckoning on the screen.

"I'm here." Sheng Heng responded quickly.

"Can you continue?" Yan Hao asked.

Sheng Heng looked at the time and found that he had been walking for a while, but twenty minutes had already passed: "Okay, let's continue."

After finishing speaking, Sheng Heng raised his slightly reddish hands and squeezed them fiercely. A sharp pain struck from the knuckles, and the painful Sheng Heng's pale face became even paler.

After this grip, the finger muscles seemed to fully experience the pain and became a little more flexible. Sheng Heng put his fingers on the operating table again and began to perform the second half of the fist.

The thirty-ninth action, the similarity is 96.01%

The fortieth action, the similarity is 96.02%

Action continuity B-

Yan Hao frowned. Why did the continuity of his movements become even lower after the senior took a break. Although Yan Hao was a little confused, he did not interrupt Sheng Heng's movements, because continuity is not very important compared to the similarity of the movements.

The continuity of the action is the time the operator spends when changing commands. The less this time, the better the continuity, and the faster the mecha responds during combat. But Yan Hao's research is mimicry induction, and what he wants is the action instructions of the mecha, and continuity is not important. Because once the research on mimicry induction is successful, the mecha can directly imitate the human body's movement, and the switching movement is the human instinct, and there is no need to use data to measure it.

The fiftieth action, the similarity is 93.36%

93.36%?

Even if Yan Hao didn't understand the control of the mecha at this time, he could see that Sheng Heng in the cockpit was in a condition.

"Senior..."

"Sorry, I didn't control it well just now, I'll adjust it again." This time without Yan Hao, Sheng Heng knew that there was a problem with his operation. When he entered the command just now, there was a button that hadn't had time to press it, which caused the punch to be thrown and the direction was shifted. If it were on the battlefield, this mistake might kill him.

As the words fell, the black soul retracted his right arm that had punched, his right foot stretched out, and then he punched again.

The fiftieth action, the similarity is 95.36%

"How is it? Is it up to the standard?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Senior...Does your hand hurt?" Yan Hao is not a person who can hide his mind, so he can say whatever he thinks.

Sheng Heng smiled bitterly. Understood: "It seems that my actions just did not meet the target."

"Senior, let's stop here today and continue tomorrow." Yan Hao said with some worry, "You come down first, and I will look at your hands."

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 would definitely need to 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 actions left. I will rest for a while and I will be able to finish them soon. However, the continuity of the actions 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 at school during the holiday. When will the senior leave tomorrow, I will see you off."

"There are two months in the vacation, what do you plan to do at school?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Doing research, the data collected by the head of optics for me today, I don't know if it can be completed this holiday." Yan Hao smiled, "When school starts, I will go to class. I can't concentrate on doing something like I am now. Now, I have to hurry up."

Because through the mecha, Yan Hao couldn't see Sheng Heng's expression, but Sheng Heng could clearly see Yan Hao's expression through the mecha's holographic screen. It seems that as long as the mention of research or mecha is mentioned, Yan Hao's whole person will be different. Swept away from the usual silly appearance, became confident and powerful, especially those eyes, always shining, full of love.

The elementary school brother used to study pharmacy. It was only after college that he realized that he likes mecha manufacturing, so he temporarily ran out of the pharmacy examination room and changed to the mecha manufacturing department.

It is really enviable. The elementary school brother is so smart and can learn everything well, so he is not afraid to change his major halfway. Unlike myself, no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to change it...

Unconsciously clenching his hands again, the dull pain struck him again, and he couldn't suppress his helplessness at this time.

The elementary school brother has just learned mecha manufacturing, and he can barely help with his driving skills. After a few years, I guess I want to help, but I won't be able to help.

"I'm resting, let's go on." Sheng Heng did not continue to get stuck in it. He adjusted his emotions and started to control the mecha again, repeating the action just now.

Seeing Sheng Heng's insistence, Yan Hao had to continue collecting data, thinking about waiting for Sheng Heng to come out of the mecha for a while before checking his hand injury.

After another fifteen minutes, the last few actions were completed.

"Senior, well, come out of the mecha." Yan Hao said to Sheng Heng.

Sheng Heng let out a deep breath, opened the cockpit for a while, jumped off the mecha, and while falling, activated the space button to load the mecha in. The moment the mecha disappeared, the entire training room suddenly became empty.

"Senior, let me see your hand." 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 to take a bath, and I will leave first."

After that, without giving Yan Hao time to react, Sheng Heng walked out of the training room quickly.

Although Yan Hao is emotionally slow, he may have been alienated a lot in his previous life, and he is very sensitive to this emotion. At that moment, he clearly felt the feeling of alienation from Sheng Heng, and Sheng Heng didn't want to be close to him.

Why did the senior want to alienate himself suddenly? Did he offend him somewhere? An unprecedented negative emotion emerged from the bottom of Yan Hao's heart. He was not so sad when he was isolated by the entire class and the entire laboratory in his previous life.

On the other side, Sheng Heng returned to the dormitory, and Cheng Wenkang, who was terribly scared, jumped up directly from the bed.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, my hands are a bit painful, help me make a herb bag." Sheng Heng sat on the chair with a tired face, his hands were afraid that he could not even hold a bottle of water at this time.

When Cheng Wenkang heard that Sheng Heng had hurt his hand, he hurried to soak a bag of herbs and brought it over. When Sheng Heng soaked his trembling and almost uncontrollable fingers in the potion, Cheng Wenkang couldn't help but asked, "Aren't you just helping the elementary school brother do a few mecha actions? How did you make it like this?"

And it only took more than an hour, even if you kept manipulating the mecha, it wouldn't be like that.

"A few actions are more complicated." Sheng Heng said.

"How complicated is your movement to make it like this?" Cheng Wenkang frowned.

Sheng Heng lowered his head for a while and was speechless. Then he said quietly, "Fat man, how about you say I am going to study finance now?"

"Boss, you..."

"It's just a few moves. It's not on the battlefield. My hand becomes like this. It's just a waste of time to stay here."

"Let's not say it. No matter whether you can enter the department in the future, the university will learn to drive with mecha. Anyway, the company at home is there. It's not enough. Let's be the boss again." Cheng Wenkang said.

Sheng Heng remained silent and did not speak. His trembling fingers gradually regained control under the action of the potion. He tried to move, and his heart that just wanted to transfer to finance began to shake again. His dream since childhood was to become a mecha fighter like his father and elder brother, so as long as these hands are not completely abolished, he will always be reconciled.

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