Chapter 68: The Semi-Finals End (Please add to your favorites and vote!)
"To maximize the effectiveness of the mech, it's crucial to understand how it's assembled and every single part. In a little while, you'll see your grandpa disassemble one of the mech arms."
As Xu Wenfeng spoke, he shook his head at the butler's slightly worried gaze, then stood up abruptly in front of Qiao Mei...
Qiao Mei: !!!
Didn't the old housekeeper say that Xu Wenfeng was so ill that he couldn't stand up?!
"Ahem." Xu Wenfeng received Qiao Mei's shocked gaze, and his old face turned red. "It's not like this, so Huihui can't come to see me too often. Don't tell your mother, or I'll lose all face."
Qiao Mei: "...No problem."
I never expected that someone as serious as Xu Wenfeng would resort to such petty tricks.
The old man in front of me is 63 years old this year. Although his hair is gray, he is very energetic.
When disassembling the mecha arm, the speed was not too slow. It took less than twenty minutes to disassemble a ghost assassin arm that was almost half the size of Ao Cang's complete dragon form into small parts.
Of course, they also thoughtfully provided explanations along the way, telling Qiao Mei where to start disassembling the parts more easily.
During the recovery process, he noticed that Qiao Mei seemed to have a lot of talent and grasped the concepts quickly, so he deliberately sped up the process and reassembled the left arm of the Ghost Assassin mech in just over ten minutes.
After doing all this, Xu Wenfeng's face was much paler, which seemed to have taken a toll on him.
He took the inhibitor handed to him by the old butler, injected himself with it, then got off the control panel and sat back in his wheelchair.
"Next, try to disassemble the mech yourself. If you encounter any problems, feel free to ask me."
Qiao Mei nodded. She glanced at the sweat beading on Old Master Xu's neck and forehead. Before going up to the control panel, she took Ao Cang off her neck and asked the old housekeeper to look after him.
"No need, I can just stand beside you and watch. I remember your grandfather's operation process pretty much."
It is almost universally acknowledged that familiars are not human and possess exceptional memories.
Grandpa Xu didn't think much of it and echoed Ao Cang: "That's fine too. If one of you learns it, you can teach each other later."
With Ao Cang watching, Qiao Mei dared not act too foolishly, lest she damage her image in his eyes.
Even so, she still made quite a few mistakes, as it was her first time doing it.
By the time Qiao Mei had disassembled and reassembled the mecha arm, it was already noon; it had taken her almost two hours.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at her sweat-soaked clothes, and asked Xu Wenfeng to help check the results.
Xu Wenfeng watched the whole process, so he could clearly see if there were any mistakes.
He activated Qiao Mei's Ghost Assassin mech, tested her arm, and, finding no problems, told her that he would teach her how to disassemble her right arm that afternoon.
The left and right arms have different structures. The right arm is designed based on human habits for the mecha. Some heavy weapons are installed on the right arm, so the right arm is more difficult to disassemble and assemble than the left arm.
By the time Qiao Mei and the others successfully assembled the right arm of the Ghost Assassin mech, it was completely dark, and they were all exhausted.
He even fell asleep on the plane that took him back to his villa.
Seeing her utterly exhausted appearance, Ao Cang quietly brought his dragon head close to hers, transferring his divine power to her for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
Despite this, the results were minimal.
After arriving at the destination, Qiao Mei was still yawning. After taking a shower in the bedroom, she hugged Ao Cang and went to bed, completely forgetting about what she had told him during the day and how she would explain to him in detail that night why she wanted to use his image in the virtual arena.
Ao Cang didn't rush to ask her. Instead, he transformed into a small boy, found a comfortable position in her arms, and began to absorb the power of her will from her body while holding her arm.
He hadn't originally planned to quickly return to his eighteen-year-old form, but after the events that followed, he realized that his shrunken eight-year-old body offered him far too little for Qiao Mei to do.
He didn't like this; he needed to recover more strength quickly, much faster...
The next morning, after Qiao Mei woke up, she received a notification from the official Star Mech Competition, saying that the semi-finals, which were halfway through, would begin after noon, and that the participants should prepare.
If it's the semi-finals, continuing from where we left off, she just needs to get through the remaining three hours with Xingxing, which she doesn't think will be too difficult.
However, making it into the top 100 in the finals and adding a touch of prestige to her "Plant a Rose" account will be quite difficult.
So after washing up and having breakfast, Qiao Mei carefully looked at the "scripture" she had obtained from Xu Wenfeng the day before.
Among them are not only his treasured combat videos from many years ago, but also some books that record a lot of combat techniques.
Ao Cang followed beside her, watching her focused expression. He swallowed the question he had originally planned to ask her today, remaining silent and not disturbing her.
Soon, it was 1:30 p.m., the time for the suspended semi-finals to resume.
This time, perhaps the Federation Legion knew they had met their match, because they didn't resort to any underhanded tactics, and the competition ended smoothly at 9 p.m. that night.
Having significantly improved her knowledge of mecha, Qiao Mei, along with Xingxing, easily won, becoming one of the two contestants out of 300 who advanced to the finals.
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