Chapter 119 Chapter 119 She really got it.
Tao Ying, nicknamed the master of outlining.
But in the battle with the bionic people, she was not only nimble and agile, but also shot down the bionic army one by one.
The shooting accuracy is ridiculously high.
The situation was so urgent at the time that Tao Ying didn't have time to think about it carefully, but now she thinks something is completely wrong.
After long-term training, Tao Ying's shooting accuracy can indeed reach this level.
But you need to ride a perceptual mecha.
The implementation principle is to use the resonance system to obtain massive amounts of information, and after precise calculations, select the shooting direction, reduce the randomness of bullet deviation, and thus significantly improve accuracy.
But Tao Ying did not drive the mecha that day, he just operated it physically.
How to improve physical fitness.
How did so many bullets hit the target?
Regarding this, Tao Ying consulted several familiar doctors, but none of them could explain why. They could only speculate that the symptoms of brain dyssynchrony syndrome had been alleviated.
"Simply put, your body is more able to keep up with your mental power, and your hands and brain are growing stronger simultaneously. As for why this is happening... your body is too special, and current medical science cannot explain it."
Bai Yeshu, a senior doctor at Bai Industrial, came to this conclusion.
Tao Ying returned home and sat in the corridor of the courtyard in a daze.
She looked down at her right hand and muttered, "But after all, I still don't know why my physique has improved."
Is she the type who can unleash her potential in times of crisis?
During the previous league, she drove Hengwo and confronted Minghuo, and her mental power soared to SS.
It's probably the same this time.
Tao Ying loosened her fists and lay down on the soft belly of the big bread.
She squinted her eyes in the sun.
"Never mind, it's a good thing anyway. On a different note, it seems I'm finally getting used to this body..."
"What are you mumbling about, Shadow? Are you having your chuunibyou again?"
There was a creaking sound above my head. The branches in front of the second-floor window were pushed open, and the leaves shook for a moment before falling down.
Tao Ying pushed aside the fallen leaves and looked up at the source of the sound.
Lin Biege, with dark circles under his eyes, was seen sticking his head out of the window, waving at her with an expression that said "I'm burned out".
Tao Ying laughed: "What's the big deal? We're going to be sophomores soon."
That's right, their first year at Ji Te Academy is almost over.
It's busy finals week now.
They were supposed to have their summer vacation last month, but they were suddenly caught up in a major incident involving an attack by electronic intelligence entities.
Finals week has been postponed until October.
The first year of college was also forced to be extended.
In order not to fail the course, Lin Biege has been studying very hard recently, spending every day in the library, and has been tortured to death by the mecha major course.
Very cute.
Tao Ying's face was kind: "How's your review going?"
"Not so good," Lin Biege said, pouting. "Who invented finals week? Why do students have to take exams? And why do you look so free?"
Lin Biege said righteously, "Shadow, what about your coursework and exam preparation? Have you finished them all? Nan Gua, why are you lying down too?"
Nan Gua lay beside Tao Ying and said calmly, "Teacher Bigger, for the final exams and such, it's better to review three days in advance."
Lin Biege clenched his fists in anger. "I'm not as smart as you guys. Books are just sleep aids for me, okay? Speaking of which, three days of review time is too tight. You really won't study until the deadline. Shadow, what do you say to her?"
Tao Ying nodded solemnly: "Yes, three days is still too short. My suggestion is to prepare seven days in advance."
Lin Biege: “…”
You just mentioned preview, right?
Amid Lin Biege's cries, Nan Gua waved weakly towards Tao Ying.
"The mecha designs we just had are going to be presented by the group. Xiaoying, will you be the main speaker? I'm not very good at speaking on stage..."
Tao Ying smiled and said, "Let's go together, three of us."
"Teammate's got to face the hail of bullets together."
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When the students returned to campus again, they felt as if they were in another world.
"Is the intelligent attack really over?"
"Now, whenever I use electronic devices, I always feel like someone is watching me. I'm getting a bit of PTSD."
"Me too. Seeing the ∞ symbol in advanced math textbooks gives me nightmares."
The students discussed quietly: "Is Mobius really dead?"
"Definitely dead. What intelligent being could survive such a high-intensity security scan? And I heard the Lemen Monitoring Center hired a Level 1 intelligent being specifically responsible for Mobius. What's its name?"
The student frowned and thought for a while, then slapped his thigh. "Oh, I remember now, it's called Dust!"
"Wait, I remember Dust is also a high-risk intelligent entity. Should we let him enter the Lemen Monitoring Center to confirm that he won't become a new omnic crisis?"
"There were ministers who questioned it, but Princess Litiana overcame all objections... Oh, you should call her Her Majesty Litiana now. Anyway, I heard that a mysterious person recommended it to Her Majesty."
"The mysterious person said that as long as Dust pays the monthly electricity bill, he can do whatever he wants."
"Mysterious person? That sounds suspicious. Are you kidding me?"
"Why would I lie to you? It's all spread throughout the palace."
Seeing that the classmates still didn't believe him, the man became anxious and took out a photo from his pocket.
The picture quality is very blurry. The background is the collapsed Leimen Ruins Museum, and a woman can be vaguely seen standing in the ruins.
The woman was holding a gun, her eyes covered with a cloth, and was shooting.
The students rushed forward and looked at the photo carefully.
"Oh, where did you get this firsthand information?"
"I bought it for a lot of money on the black market. Don't tell anyone that I told you to do that."
"In short, His Majesty trusts this mysterious person so much that he even gave her access to the Imperial Firewall."
"I heard that her fighting ability is extremely strong, almost at the level of a marshal. That day, she was blindfolded and shot every time with a gun."
"She and Teacher Ji killed hundreds of androids in the museum, and even eliminated Mobius's original body and hundreds of thousands of clones."
The students exclaimed in unison: "What? So amazing?"
"But why the blindfold?"
"Maybe to show off?"
The classmates murmured: "She really got it right..."
Tao Ying just walked in and met the eyes of the students who were discussing.
The classmates hadn't seen Tao Ying for a long time and were stunned. They looked up at her, then looked down at the photo, and their eyes became wider and wider.
Why does she look so much like the woman in the photo?
The classmates whispered to Tao Ying: "Could it be..."
Tao Ying had a question mark on his head and a look of confusion on his face.
Why are you looking at her like that? She doesn't seem to have done anything bad at school recently.
But Tao Ying didn't care too much. She found a seat in the first row and sat down with her teammates.
Those students breathed a sigh of relief.
"Impossible, impossible."
"Even if she has the technical ability, she won't be able to keep up physically."
"Yeah, after all, he's a master of outlining and a student with physical fitness F."
"Why does it feel like she has more and more nicknames?"
Inside the lecture hall, students arrived one after another.
Because of the previous intelligent attack, all electronic equipment must be re-scanned and inspected, and only put into use after confirming safety.
The equipment in the classroom was simply replaced with brand new ones. The students touched the new equipment with satisfaction, and lamented that they were finally able to enjoy the new generation of technology while at school.
Almost all the students were present, and most of them were gathered in the last two rows of the classroom. Only the three members of the Space Ghost Team were sitting in the first row, as if they were isolated islands.
"Ah, peace is wonderful. Even Professor Antong's class seems so wonderful..."
"But how dare the Space Ghost Girls sit in the front row? Aren't they afraid of getting special attention from Professor An?"
As soon as the students finished speaking, a middle-aged woman in a black gown pushed the door open and walked in.
In an instant, the whole classroom fell silent.
An Tong is a professor at the Mecha Academy and the main lecturer of the "Comprehensive Mecha Development Course".
He is full of majesty and never smiles on his face. Just a glance from him in the classroom can silence all the students.
Most people who choose her class do not choose it voluntarily, after all, An Tong is very strict in grading.
If you take An Tong's class, you can pass if you have strong skills, but you can't pass if you don't have strong skills. An Tong treats all students equally. Even if a student has a powerful background, as long as the results are not excellent, Professor An will still fail.
The first group that was drawn by lot went on stage trembling as their classmates watched them say "Goodbye".
The team leader pretended to be calm at first, but under An Tong's gaze, his tone gradually lost confidence.
An Tong held their mecha design draft in his hand and flipped through it expressionlessly. The team hunched over, almost kneeling in prayer.
Whether you will fail this course depends on this one move.
An Tong walked up to the podium calmly and pointed at their design drawings.
"What is the purpose of this part's design?"
The team leader flipped through the booklet unfamiliarly, hesitating for a long time before reluctantly giving an explanation.
An Tong sneered and pointed at the mecha's cockpit. "What about this? You designed the cockpit to be so heavy, and the bottom parts so light. Are you planning to let the mecha walk on its head when it goes into battle?"
"Perform a Breaking Head Turn on the enemy on the battlefield?"
"Professor An, do you also know street dance?"
An Tong's expression was indifferent: "Is this the point?"
Lin Biege chuckled.
An Tong's gaze, as cold as the wind, instantly turned towards him. Lin Biege's face was stiff, and he carefully shrank behind Tao Ying. However, because Tao Ying was too big, he couldn't block it at all, and could only smile awkwardly.
An Tong: "Your design better make me laugh too."
Lin Biege: “…”
How scary, Mom—
With the failure of the first team, the next few groups also suffered heavy defeats.
"You copied the design of my graduation project, huh?"
"Who gave you the courage to hand over something like this?"
"Are the designs you made to complete the task for me, or to do justice to yourself?"
The students started crying one by one, and An Tong was so angry that he took off his glasses.
"You are the worst class I have ever taught!"
Occasionally, a team would pass the test, and the students would breathe a sigh of relief.
An Tong drew more than a dozen circles on the design drawing.
"Overall it's pretty good, but there are some minor issues that need to be corrected. You can come to me after class for details."
The student took the blueprint and found formulas already written in the places she had pointed out. These were the places she had originally thought had problems but didn't know how to fix. She exclaimed in surprise, "Thank you, professor!"
"Well," An Tong nodded businesslike, "There's still one person who's working on it seriously."
But this is just an example.
After more than a dozen teams came, most of them were scolded.
In the end, only three teams passed.
An Tong closed his eyes with a headache.
"Not only do they lack the ability, but they also lack the attitude to do things. They just do things perfunctorily."
"Next...oh, the last team, right? The Space Ghost Girls. Where are they?"
Tao Ying in the first row raised her hand leisurely.
"arrive."
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