Chapter 126 What is a disabled genius?
"Wait a minute, I remember your mental strength level wasn't B+ when you entered school?"
Someone suddenly said something that immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Yeah, it's a B+!"
But on the screen in front of him, the data clearly showed A!
Everyone's minds switched back and forth between the screen and Yun Mo, and they were just about to send her to the laboratory for slices.
Lin Fancheng was the first to lose his composure. "Excuse me, Commander Yun, did you take some magical pill?"
"Go to hell, you're the one who can do nothing!"
"Hey, did you use any illegal drugs?" Liu Yueban also had a complicated expression.
Genetic enhancement injections were once popular in the Federation, which could increase levels extremely quickly, but the side effect of overdrawing lifespan was never overcome.
Moreover, clinical findings show that the effect of gene injections will become worse each time. Once the limit is reached, the user will have no room for improvement.
Liu Yueban was worried that she would be too eager for quick success and make choices that would be detrimental to her long-term development.
Yun Mo's mouth twitched when she heard this, "Huh? Why can't I be born with this?"
"I don't believe it."
"Tell me, did you fall off a cliff, meet a hermit master, and learn peerless martial arts?"
"Then it would be more reasonable for me to use banned drugs, right?"
Yunmo touched his chin and thought, this is a good opportunity to advertise!
She slapped her head, with an expression as if she had just woken up from a dream, and then opened the live broadcast room for mental strength training.
Yunmo didn't need to explain anything herself, the boys had already imagined the whole scene for her.
"Ah! That's it!" a student exclaimed immediately.
"That makes sense!"
"What that? What are you talking about?"
"Is that really the case? Ah! I thought it was a lie!"
"Me too, I thought it was just an optical illusion! If I had known it was really useful, I would have stayed there every day!"
"What kind of scam is this? Can someone explain it to me?"
"Um, the live broadcast room for tempering mental strength, where you can temper your mental strength..."
Starting from this afternoon, this live broadcast room earned a new wave of traffic.
Pay attention, give rewards, the students almost forgot that this is a big class!
…
"Okay, it's time for class!"
At the instructor's command, the whole place fell silent.
Yun Mo shrugged indifferently, buttoned up her clothes according to the instructions, and then moved her limbs while choosing a mecha.
This piece of clothing is more like a high-precision sensor than a suit of clothes.
A heavy pressure was placed on my shoulders, and every movement produced a heavy pulling sensation.
It seemed as if there was always something hindering her movements. The larger the movement, the stronger the pulling force.
Yun Mo set her eyes on the black melee mecha. Its majestic and cool body made her very excited.
However, reality is always cruel.
When the data was half loaded, the system prompt sounded.
"Your physical level is too low. It is not recommended to use melee mechas above your level. The link will be automatically disconnected after one minute."
Yun Mo was stunned.
Instructor Zhang folded his arms and sighed.
In theory, a mecha warrior that can achieve a 100% synchronization rate is something that the Federation is willing to invest a huge amount of money to train, and is definitely more scarce than prehistoric extinct creatures.
However, the girl in front of him only had a physical fitness level of B+.
It's like a person who owns a mountain of gold, but all she has to mine it is a small spoon.
Emmm, what a sad and painful conclusion.
This is a disabled genius!
Although he is a genius, he is a disabled person...
Instructor Zhang suppressed the urge to report the data to the military and gave her a complicated look. "How is it?"
Yun Mo raised his hands with difficulty, resisting the feedback from the mecha, "It's a bit difficult."
As she spoke, she clicked on another heavy-duty mecha.
Instructor Zhang uttered a "tsk!" and said, "Choose reconnaissance!"
"Why?"
Yun Mo felt a little disgusted. The most inconspicuous white mecha in the corner looked flimsy and did not fit in with her ambition to dominate the battlefield.
"Your data can't support other types!"
Yunmo: ...
Instructor Zhang patted her shoulder and said, "The more well-equipped a mecha is, the heavier it will be, and the higher the physical requirements will be. I think you have no other choice until you reach A-level physical fitness."
"Instructor, did you pass the psychology major when you graduated?" Yun Mo asked.
Instructor Zhang was confused. "What?"
"I don't seem to be comforted by your words," Yun Mo said.
Instructor Zhang: ...I didn’t mean to comfort you.
The instructor at the front has already started to explain the movements and key points.
"After all, mechas are not your bodies. The earliest hand-operated mechas were completely controlled by keyboards.
Today's neural conduction mechas have made great progress in operation and can directly capture nerve signals.
But don’t expect too much from the equipment. If you’re not familiar with the mecha’s state, believe me, you’ll feel like you can’t walk.”
I really can't walk.
He clearly only wanted to lift his legs, but at the same time he bent his back and raised one hand.
She wanted to touch her left hand, but found that she didn't know where her arm was stretched, and she had to keep adjusting the angle and strength.
After all, a mecha is not your own body, nor is it a piece of clothing that fits you well.
This confusing and subtle feeling is really annoying.
Zhang Ge raised his wrist to check the time, and played on the public channel, "Speed up, I'll give you ten minutes to adapt, get used to this feeling as soon as possible."
Yunmo raised her leg again, she seemed to understand something.
The mecha has hysteresis, and different forces produce different parameters, which in turn affect the force acting on the mecha.
This force will drive the joints to move, and the force generated by the movement of the mecha will react on the human body, over and over again.
All she has to do is control her joints, find the right fulcrum, and plan the delay amount in advance.
Ten minutes passed quickly, and before they could find the rhythm, Zhang Ge waved his hand and the scene switched to a 400-meter obstacle course.
Yun Mo suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Sure enough, a malicious voice exploded in my ears, "Today's mission is to take the mecha over a 400-meter obstacle course."
All beings: ...what if I can't pass? ?
"If you can't pass before the end of get out of class, ten points will be deducted. The final exam is worth 100 points. Think about how many points you can deduct."
Yunmo's expression was as if the earth was collapsing.
Yesterday again!
It was intentional. The instructor must have done it on purpose.
Everyone knows about her love-hate relationship with the 400-meter hurdles despite her poor physical condition.
Fortunately, there is no time limit this time. As long as you can pass, even if you just move past it, it will count as a score.
“Run!”
Yun Mo tried to walk around the edge of the pit, but there seemed to be no particularly good way. It was difficult to grasp the center of gravity and coordination.
As for the simple operation of climbing over the high wall, as soon as her hands climbed up the wall, before she could lift her legs up, she immediately felt something was wrong, and a strong force pulled her waist down.
Not to mention crawling forward, do you really think the mecha is a flesh and blood body?
Sometimes, as soon as I lifted my right side, my left side would suddenly feel light and fluttery, and I would flip over and lie on my belly...
Yunmo tried several times but still couldn't find the direction. She squatted sadly at the starting line of the 400-meter race, drawing circles with her fingers, watching countless classmates struggling hard.
This is simply too difficult.
Everyone kept trying to figure out the moves for a whole afternoon, but still couldn't find a set of movements that particularly suited them.
Frustration filled the training room.
Zhang Ge smiled with satisfaction. If everything were so simple, how could one cherish it?!
When a person walks, he controls his body.
Now, they want to use sensors to control the mecha and make this control as habitual as eating and drinking.
This is indeed an activity that requires precise calculation and adaptation. An excellent mecha pilot not only has an extremely high physical level, but also has strict requirements on the level of mental strength.
An afternoon of training, with countless crashes and sounds of falling into potholes...
(End of this chapter)
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