After breakfast, the two went to the maintenance room together. Yesterday Yan Hao was too busy looking at the injuries of the two of them, and didn't bother to overhaul the mecha.
There are a lot of people in the inspection room today. In addition to the students of the mech manufacturing department who are already guarding the inspection room, there are also students who have come back to repair the mechs one after another. Most of these people heard the news when the accident happened yesterday, and when they saw the person involved appear at the scene, they all surrounded him.
"Sheng Heng, how are you? Are your injuries all healed?" "
I heard that you killed the sixth-level mutant alone. How did you kill it?" "
I heard from the squad leader that the Black Soul is now a mimic mech, and the mimic mech is very difficult to drive. Isn't it more emotional?"
When this person said the words "mimetic mecha", Yan Hao obviously felt that the eyes of the people around him became more intense.
"Senior, let's talk first, I'll go and see the Black Soul and the Bull." Yan Hao was not used to the feeling of being surrounded by people, so he found an excuse to leave.
But it’s good that he didn’t speak. Although everyone was talking around them, almost all their eyes fell on Sheng Heng. But as soon as he said this, most of the people’s eyes fell on Yan Hao’s. body. Fortunately, these eyes only stayed on him for a moment, and then collectively shifted to Sheng Heng.
"Sheng Heng, although the elementary school boy is extremely talented, he is still a freshman, and he hasn't had time to learn mecha maintenance. The Black Soul is a sixth-level mecha, and now it's a mimic driving system. It can't be broken. You have to be very careful, or Let me repair it for you."
"Go, go, Xia Liu, your team was almost wiped out in this assessment, have you repaired the mechs of your own team? Sheng Heng, let me help you repair the black soul."
" Get out, the people from your team just came back, have you finished the inspection of your mecha? Sheng Heng, let me help you, our team came back yesterday to repair the mecha, there is nothing to do today, I can help you overhaul the black soul."
These Before coming here, they were all over the top, and they were unwilling to give Sheng Heng's mecha makers even a make-up quota, but now they all begged to repair the mechas for Sheng Heng for free. They crowded around emotionally and pushed Yan Haosheng who was about to leave back. Yan Hao staggered back a few steps, and when he was about to fall, an arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him back, and then his back leaned against a warm and strong chest.
"Sorry, I'm already an armor maker." Sheng Heng's voice came from the top of Yan Hao's head. He didn't show any shame to those who had disliked him, but said calmly and undeniably.
"But Yan Hao is only a freshman, and he hasn't studied mecha maintenance yet."
"Yes, yes." Everyone echoed.
"The assessment is still three days away, what if something goes wrong with the black soul?" someone asked.
"Our mecha department, before pairing up with the mecha manufacturing department, the teacher told us a word. On the battlefield, we must trust our mecha makers as much as we believe in ourselves, because if we can't even trust the mecha makers, then We can’t trust the mecha that we drive in battle.” Sheng Heng said solemnly, “Yan Hao is my chosen partner, that is, my mecha maker, and he can only repair my mecha. I believe he has the ability to repair the black soul. Ability."
"Sorry, excuse me, we're going to overhaul the mecha." Sheng Heng held Yan Hao in his arms, pushed away the crowd, and walked towards the corner where the black soul was parked.
Sheng Heng had already talked about this point, and it was hard for everyone to say anything else. They could only regret that they cared too much about the assessment results. When Sheng Heng asked them to join their team temporarily, they chose to refuse. If not, they will have a chance to see the mimic driving system in action. You know, although the five-level mimic driving system is rumored to have this technology, it has never been seen on the market.
It wasn't until he had walked a long distance that he could no longer feel the gaze of the crowd that Yan Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing Yan Hao's exaggerated expression of the rest of his life, Sheng Heng couldn't help teasing: "If they know that you are the designer of the mimic system, they don't know what will happen." "Don't say it."
Yan Hao scared directly jumped out of Sheng Heng's arms.
"..." Sheng Heng looked at the empty arms, and a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
"Don't let them surround me, I don't know how to deal with it." Just standing beside Sheng Heng just now, he was very uncomfortable with that kind of scene.
"Okay, don't tell me." Sheng Heng knew that Yan Hao was not good at handling such things, so he didn't reveal Yan Hao's details from the beginning.
"Thank you." Yan Hao was relieved.
"However, when you stand at a very high place, you can't hide even if you want to." And that day will not be too far away.
"But before standing at that height, I don't want people to know." Yan Hao whispered.
Sheng Heng frowned, always felt that Yan Hao's words were a bit strange, he subconsciously asked: "Why?
"
"Replacement?"
"It's nothing. I'm going to start overhauling the Black Soul. I'll take a look in the cockpit. Senior, help me push the upgrade ladder over." Enter the password to open the cockpit on the Internet, and the cockpit of the Black Soul will automatically open.
Sheng Heng walked over and pushed the simple lift in the corner over.
"Thank you." Yan Hao stood on the elevator and entered the cockpit.
Not long after Yan Hao entered the cockpit, Cheng Wenkang, who had rested all night, also came to the maintenance room, saw Sheng Heng from a distance, and ran over.
"How about the black soul?" Cheng Wenkang glanced at the direction of the cockpit and asked.
"Just started the inspection." Sheng Heng said.
"It's the first time I've seen Black Soul in such a mess." When Black Soul was brought back to the base, someone had helped clean the outside, and after the insect fluid all over his body was cleaned, countless cut marks were exposed. Black Soul is a level 6 mecha, and it has a very strong resistance to the attack power of level 4 Zerg. It can leave such dense and obvious scars. Anyone with a little common sense in combat will know that under the circumstances at that time, Black Soul must be Besieged by a huge number of Zerg.
"Are you embarrassed? I think this is the original appearance of the black soul." Sheng Heng smiled, "And the black soul is also very happy." "The black soul is happy?"
Cheng Wenkang raised his head, trying to look at the black soul's machinery face, trying to see the happy emotion from it.
"The mech was born for war. He must be very happy to be able to go to the battlefield." Sheng Heng said.
"You're talking about yourself, right?" Cheng Wenkang was speechless.
"My father and my elder brother have said that mechas are not cold weapons, they also have their own souls. Every mecha that has been on the battlefield will have its own unique aura. At that time, the mecha can be regarded as having a soul. Just like God of War, even after so many years, even if no one can drive, he can make people feel oppressed just standing there." Sheng Heng raised his hand and stroked a deep scratch on Heihun's ankle, "Heihun Soul, now I have it too."
Because the Cheng family and the Sheng family have a good relationship, Cheng Wenkang was lucky enough to meet God of War once, when he was still young, but he still remembers the feeling of being shocked when he saw God of War for the first time. It was also at that time that he suddenly decided to make himself a Mech Warrior, even though his talent was not outstanding.
"Is there a bull, too?" Cheng Wenkang turned his head to look at the bull standing on the left side of the black soul.
The Brute Bull has also been cleaned at this time, the shiny metal shell is not damaged at all, and the reflectivity of the light in the maintenance room is brand new as if a new mecha just came out. If it was normal, Cheng Wenkang would definitely be happy that his mecha was well maintained, but after hearing Sheng Heng's words just now, and the black soul standing next to him, Cheng Wenkang suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"I also fought for three days, how come the bull has no scars?" Cheng Wenkang felt that this phenomenon was unscientific.
Sheng Heng chuckled, raised his head and continued to look at the cockpit.
Yan Hao spent half a day overhauling the Black Soul and the Bull, and then the three of them went to the cafeteria of the base to eat together. This was the first time Yan Hao came to the cafeteria of the base, and he had been guarding the inspection room before.
"Brute Bull has no problems. The internal system, mecha parts, and even energy blocks are sufficient. The state is almost the same as when it came." Yan Hao said the situation of the two mechas, "The internal system of the black soul is also No problem, but a few parts of my legs and right arm are broken, I ordered new ones online, and I'll go back and replace them after dinner." "No rush." Sheng Heng clipped Yan
Hao dishes, motioning him to eat first.
"I see a lot of seniors who come back to repair the mecha, and leave as soon as the mecha is repaired." Yan Hao said.
"They are accumulating points for killing more Zergs, and we already have enough points." Cheng Wenkang said proudly, "You earned more than 5,000 from selling energy blocks, and the boss rewarded another 1,000 for killing mutant sixth-level insects. Regardless of whether it is a team or an individual, our team is sure to win the first place."
"But..." Yan Hao said in a low voice, "I spent a lot just now." "
We are almost 7,000 points, you spend what you can spend How much?"
"I spent 6,500 points." Yan Hao said.
As soon as he said this, even Sheng Heng was stunned, and Cheng Wenkang directly opened the points ranking page to check their team's points.
Tenth Yan Hao Group: 645 points.
"Why is the countdown down?!" Cheng Wenkang shouted in disbelief.
Today is the fourth day of the assessment. The points of each team, after deducting the points needed for maintenance and accommodation, the remaining points of each team are about 2,000, and they are shining golden, and they were still in the first place last night. The seven thousand points had disappeared at this time.
[Hurry up, Sheng Heng and his team have lost their points, and we have the first chance again. ]
[What's the hurry, both Sheng Heng and Cheng Wenkang have been mentally attacked and must rest for at least three days. Moreover, the black soul was severely damaged, and Yan Hao couldn't repair it, so I think their points are just like that. 】
【That is, there are only two of them, and there are only three days left in the time. Even if Sheng Heng has repaired the black soul and killed 500 of them every day when he comes back, he will not be able to keep up with us. ]
[The first place is from our group. ]
[Go away, it's ours. ]
"These bastards are actually taking advantage of people's danger." Cheng Wenkang was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he saw the news of these people in the group.
"Why don't I sell some more level-6 energy blocks these two days?" Yan Hao suggested, although after knowing Qin Hu and Sima Mingxuan's relationship, he didn't want to sell them any more energy blocks, but for more If you earn some points, you can only sell more.
"Sell to Sima Mingxuan?" Sheng Heng asked.
"En." Yan Hao nodded.
Sheng Heng frowned, and was about to find a reason to persuade him, when Cheng Wenkang said in surprise: "Yan Hao, did you sell your sixth-level energy block to Sima Mingxuan? Did you know each other before?" "No, I sold it to Sima Mingxuan before.
" Qin Hu's, I only found out this morning that Sima Mingxuan is Qin Hu's captain." Yan Hao explained.
"Sima Mingxuan has already gained a certain reputation in the army in his junior year. Last year, with the help of medicine, his mental power was raised to S rank. He seems to be the leader of the next generation of the Sima family." Cheng Wenkang looked at him. Sheng Heng, "I heard that people from the Sima family are looking for someone to customize a tenth-level mecha for him." "
S-level spiritual power, everyone wants to try a tenth-level mecha." Sheng Heng was not too surprised. If the family does not have God of War, the Qin family will naturally not give away their tenth-level mecha, but if they want to gain the same power as them, they will definitely find a way to customize a tenth-level mecha. Although a tenth-level mecha is expensive, the Sima family has the financial resources.
"It's just the mental power that is improved by drugs. Look at the Sima family's pride." "
No matter how you improve, S-level is S-level."
"Boss, you are still born with S-level mental power. If it weren't for your hand injury... "Cheng Wenkang paused and did not continue.
Even if Sheng Heng was born with S-level mental power, but before the mimicry system was upgraded to level ten mecha, as a mecha warrior, Sheng Heng would never be able to reach the top level.
"There is still a problem." Yan Hao said suddenly.
"What's the problem?" Sheng Heng looked over.
"There will be hidden dangers in relying on the mental strength enhanced by drugs." Yan Hao said.
"Yes, after taking the medicine to improve mental power, there will be dizziness and dizziness as a sequelae within half a year." Cheng Wenkang's mental power is not high, so he has done some research on this, thinking that he will also get a dose of this medicine to improve himself if he has the opportunity in the future mental strength.
"That's a potential sequelae." Yan Hao said.
"You mean that mental power potions will have more serious sequelae?" Sheng Heng understood Yan Hao's meaning, "But the Pharmacists Association has stated that the sequelae of mental power potions, except for the initial dizziness, are not serious. There will be other repercussions."
"That's because the level of mental strength is not high." Yan Hao explained, "I have studied the effect of spiritual enhancement medicines. They rely on stimulating the activity of the brain to stimulate the improvement of mental power. This kind of stimulation will make people The mental power has become more active than usual, and this kind of activity, if it expands to a certain extent, is a mental riot." "
But... I haven't seen those people who have taken the medicine have mental riots." Cheng Wenkang asked subconsciously.
"For example, after using potions for mental power below A-level, the activity of mental power can be increased by 1.1 to the power of 2 or 4, but from A+ to S-level, it may be a few times of 1.9." Ten times or hundreds of powers."
The two calculated secretly, and their expressions immediately changed.
"Isn't that going to run away at any time?" Cheng Wenkang said nonsense.
"I'm just making an analogy. The base does not necessarily have to be so large, and if the usual drugs are well controlled, they can be suppressed. But it is certain that they are more prone to violent behavior than ordinary people, and they can't be used often." Yan Hao said, watching Xiang Shengheng, "So it's still good."
"You say so much just to praise me?" Sheng Heng asked after pondering for a while.
"You are better than him." In Yan Hao's heart, Sheng Heng was better than Sima Mingxuan by countless times.
"You're fine too."
"??"
Sheng Heng met Yan Hao's gaze without a blink, his eyes filled with tenderness and a smile.
Maybe it was because the distance between the two was too close at this time, or maybe it was because Yan Hao had never looked at each other so closely before, which made him suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. He hurriedly looked away, picked up the bowl and chopsticks: "Eat... the food is cold."
Yan Hao lowered his head to pick up the rice, only feeling that his face was a little hotter than the rice in the bowl.
Sheng Heng's heart moved, and the smile in his eyes suddenly became stronger. When he turned his head and was about to continue eating, he found that Cheng Wenkang, who was sitting next to him just now, had left at some point.
As expected of a brother.
The author has something to say: Cheng Wenkang: You have been staring at each other for a minute, and even if I don’t leave, I can’t eat.