In this surprise assessment, many people got zero points, especially in the mecha manufacturing department, except for Xia Liu, all of them got zero points. The reason why Xia Liu did not get zero points was not because he was conscientious, but because he was lucky. Because he was in the same team as the squad leader Sun Chu, their team was injured in the middle of the test and rested for three days, so the mecha had almost no damage.

"..." Xia Liu.

It's okay to get zero points, after all, everyone got zero points, and Xia Liu's bad luck is understandable, but the problem is that there is an extra Yan Hao, which makes the people in the mecha manufacturing department feel uncomfortable. But there is nothing they can do about it, he is just a freshman who is just making up the numbers, and he does better than them in every way. If they still cause trouble, it would be really shameless.

The assessment has failed, and they have no choice but to give up their reputation. Although everyone is depressed, this assessment has also taught them a profound lesson, which is also the goal that Xiao Tianhan wants to achieve.

After the show, the maintenance room on the spacecraft was rented out immediately. The students who had just been reprimanded did not dare to delay any longer. They all asked their teammates for mechas and stayed in the maintenance room to work.

As for the students of the Mecha Department, Xiao Tianhan kept them in the main control room, where he explained combat techniques to them based on the practical lesson just now.

Yan Hao came out of the main control room and was about to go back to the maintenance room he rented when he ran into Sima Mingxuan and his teammates on the way.

"Junior Brother Yan Hao." When Sima Mingxuan saw Yan Hao, his originally slow pace suddenly quickened and he walked in front of Yan Hao in a few steps.

"Hello, senior." Yan Hao wanted to hide, but the spaceship was not big, and it was in the aisle at this time, so he couldn't hide at all.

"Has the evil spirit in me not dissipated yet?"

"Ah?" Yan Hao was stunned.

"Why else do you look scared every time you see me?" Sima Mingxuan asked with a smile.

"Um."

"!" Sima Mingxuan.

"Puchi~~" Several teammates following Sima Mingxuan couldn't help but laugh. They knew their captain best. The captain's words just now were obviously a joke. They thought that Yan Hao was young and would not admit that he was afraid, so he could talk to others naturally. But they didn't expect that this little brother was so sincere in his fear. Not only did he show his fear on his face, but he also admitted it very straightforwardly in person, leaving their eloquent captain speechless for a while.

"Well...it's my fault. I scared you, my junior." Sima said with obvious embarrassment.

"It's okay." Yan Hao shook his head.

Sima Mingxuan curled his lips, and just as he was about to find another topic, he heard Yan Hao immediately say, "Can I leave now?"

The look in his eyes was pitiful, and his tone was soft. Even Sima Mingxuan himself felt that he was being bullied. Subconsciously, he stepped aside to make way.

"Thank you." Yan Hao lowered his head and walked past Sima Mingxuan.

Sima Mingxuan looked at Yan Hao's back as he walked away, and asked the team members in surprise: "Do I look scary?"

"Who told you to kill so fiercely on the battlefield? Who can you blame for your fierceness?"

"That's right. What's more, you were suppressing your partner just now outside. It's right for him to dislike you."

"But then again, although Sheng Heng was also driving a level 6 mecha, he had no battlefield experience after all. It was already quite good that he could fight Z like that."

"I think so too. He has a strong fighting awareness and quick reaction. Among this group of students, only Sheng Heng has some chance of making it to the first team."

Sima Mingxuan recalled the battle outside the spaceship just now, and his eyes could not help but deepen a little: "He used the mimic driving system. According to the Federation's current research on mimic driving, the mimic driving system is only at the sixth level."

"I remember that Sheng Heng has a hand injury. The Federation has been researching the mimic driving system for fifty or sixty years, but it is still only at level six. So even if Sheng Heng has a strong combat awareness, he can only stop at level six. What a pity."

"Forget it, let's not discuss other people's affairs, let's go and eat."

After Yan Hao and Sima Mingxuan separated, they almost jogged all the way back to the maintenance room.

Yan Hao had no other feelings towards Sima Mingxuan except fear. This fear was not because Sima Mingxuan had kicked him in the previous life, or kicked him out of the capital planet. His fear was that if he had more contact with Sima Mingxuan, he would return to the plot of the previous life again.

When Sima Mingxuan goes back this time, he will soon get to know Yan Fei, and then the two will fall in love. With the help of Sima Mingxuan, Yan Fei will quickly become famous in the Federation.

Forget it, don’t think about it, just don’t contact them.

Yan Hao shook his head fiercely, trying not to let himself fall into the memories of the past. Anyway, in the part of the plot where they knew each other and fell in love, he, a vicious cannon fodder, did not have much role, so it should be easy for him to hide.

Thinking of this, Yan Hao suddenly felt a lot more relieved. He stood up and began to clean up the maintenance room.

Although it was just an assessment, the spacecraft was indeed attacked. The violent shaking almost shook everything in the maintenance room to the ground. It was now in a mess, with all kinds of parts and maintenance tools scattered all over the floor.

Yan Hao picked up each one, checked whether there was any damage, and put them into different categories. It took two hours to finish everything.

Finally, Yan Hao walked to a wall and pulled out the Zerg front claw that was stuck on it. At that time, the spaceship suddenly vibrated, and Sheng Heng almost immediately dropped the front claw in his hand and protected him in his arms. The front claw was also extremely sharp, and under the effect of inertia, it actually directly pierced into the metal wall.

Fortunately, this thing was sharp and stuck into the wall, so it didn't swing back and forth with the spaceship. If it swung back and forth in the room like these mecha parts, it would be dangerous. At that time, there was a screw the size of a fingernail, which almost hurt the senior...

I don’t know if the senior was injured at that time.

Yan Hao suddenly became restless. He stood up, put the Zerg's front paw into the box, and turned to go to the medical room of the spaceship. Although there was a medical room on this spaceship, there was no doctor, only some commonly used medicines. Yan Hao went in, took out a portable medicine box, and ran to Sheng Heng's room.

Yan Hao soon arrived at the door of Sheng Heng's room. When he was about to knock on the door and go in, the door opened from the inside with a click.

"Xiao Hao?!" Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You came to see me?"

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.

"What's the matter?" Sheng Heng asked.

"Can you take off your clothes so I can see your back?"

"!!" Sheng Heng.

"!!" Two classmates happened to pass by.

"Come in." Sheng Heng pulled the person into the room and slammed the door shut, blocking out the two increasingly fiery gazes outside.

Yan Hao was pulled in unexpectedly. As soon as he stood firm and turned around, he looked up and met Sheng Heng's eyes which were so close to him. The eyes were so bright that Yan Hao didn't dare to look directly at them. He took two steps back before he got used to it.

"Do you want to see my back?" Sheng Heng asked.

"I... I wanted to see if you were injured." Yan Hao remembered something important and raised the medical kit he was carrying to explain, "The spacecraft was shaking earlier, and things in the maintenance room fell to the ground. I was afraid that some parts would hit you."

So that's how it is.

Sheng Heng's bright eyes dimmed a little, but Yan Hao's concern still made him feel happier than before: "Just now, I was hit by a few parts."

"Let me see it quickly." When Yan Hao heard that he was indeed hit, he hurriedly put down the medicine box in his hand and tried to tear Sheng Heng's clothes.

"It's okay. We mecha warriors have relatively good physical fitness. One or two hits won't be considered an injury." Sheng Heng held Yan Hao's hand, but he didn't use much force. Yan Hao struggled, but he still lifted a corner of his clothes.

In an instant, a large area of ​​purple appeared in Yan Hao's sight.

"It's all bruised." Yan Hao.

"It's okay, it will be fine in two days." Sheng Heng turned around and put on the clothes that were lifted up by Yan Hao.

"Let me apply some medicine for you so you can get better faster." Yan Hao opened the medicine box and found two ointments that were suitable for your condition.

“No need to apply medicine.”

"I'm the pharmacist. I have the final say on whether to use the medicine or not." Yan Hao insisted.

This was the first time Sheng Heng saw Yan Hao being so "strong". He was not disgusted by this "strongness", but was secretly happy. Yan Hao had always been polite and cautious to others. He was so "strong" because he regarded himself as a close person.

"Oh." Sheng Heng obeyed obediently, turned around, took off his shirt, revealing his strong back and the purple scars of varying sizes on his back.

Before, in the maintenance room, metal parts were flying everywhere, and the place where they were standing was filled with all kinds of discarded parts. The spaceship swayed back and forth several times, and he was indeed hit hard in order to protect Yan Hao.

"Lie down." Yan Hao gestured for Sheng Heng to lie on the bed.

Sheng Heng's breathing tightened, and he looked at his bed, hesitating.

"Lie down, it will be easier for me to use force when I rub the blood clots away for you." Yan Hao explained.

Use force?!

Sheng Heng's back muscles bulged and his whole body tensed up.

"Don't use too much force, relax." Yan Hao slapped Sheng Heng on the back, but this slap did not loosen Sheng Heng's back muscles, but made them tighter. Fortunately, Sheng Heng reacted by himself. He turned around quickly, walked to the bed, and lay down without saying a word.

Yan Hao took the ointment, sat beside the bed, and began to apply the ointment to Sheng Heng.

The ointment was very cold, but Yan Hao's fingers were very warm. Sheng Heng buried his head tightly in the pillow, feeling the cold and warm touch on his back.

"Senior, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Sheng Heng's voice was muffled.

"Then can you please relax? Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to rub the blood clots away." Yan Hao said.

"I... will try my best." It's not that Sheng Heng doesn't want to relax, but it would be strange for him to relax when the person he likes is rubbing his back with her hands.

As a result, the process of applying the medicine, which was supposed to take only ten minutes, was stretched to thirty minutes, and both of them were sweating profusely after the process was completed.

"Okay, that's enough." Yan Hao signaled Sheng Heng that he could get up.

Sheng Heng did not get up immediately. He lowered his head and gasped heavily three times before he calmed down his surging blood. But when he sat up and saw Yan Hao, whose face was flushed, forehead was covered with sweat, and breath was slightly gasping, the blood suddenly reversed and went to his lower abdomen.

Sheng Heng's face suddenly changed, and he pulled the quilt on the bed and covered himself with it.

"???" Yan Hao looked at Sheng Heng strangely.

"I... suddenly feel a little sleepy." Sheng Heng said awkwardly.

"Then have a good rest, senior. I'll go back first." Yan Hao quickly stood up, packed his medicine box, said goodbye and left.

As soon as Yan Hao left, Sheng Heng immediately jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, but he came out again in frustration after a while. It was because he suddenly realized that if he took this cold shower, the ointment on his back that Yan Hao had just applied would also disappear.

Forget it, just bear with it.

The author has something to say: Sheng Heng: How long should I endure?

Author: Why don’t you go ask Yan Hao.

Yan Hao: Senior?

Sheng Heng: ...It's okay.