Chapter 138: Training with You
Sitting in Mr. Marshal's mecha cabin, facing Mr. Marshal's operating console, I always feel... like I'm dreaming.
Tong Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little hesitant, which could be seen from the fact that she didn't dare to put her hands on the operating table.
"Don't be nervous," Ivis saw what she was thinking at a glance, "You won't break it."
Tong Wanwan: "Ahem, okay."
She hesitated for a moment, then began to activate the program, connect neurons, and synchronize mental power.
A familiar mechanical system voice rang out in the mecha cabin: "Spiritual power synchronization progress 50%...80%...99%. Synchronization successful."
Did she hear right? 99%?
Tong Wanwan's pupils shrank slightly, and she even forgot what to do next.
The synchronization rate between the psychic mentor and the primary mecha is already very high, but even so, it is only 95%.
And her synchronization rate with Yin Qing... is as high as 99%?
Tong Wanwan glanced at the Marshal cautiously and caught a flash of surprise in his eyes.
"Not bad." Elvis suppressed the heart that was in his throat and did not put any unnecessary pressure on the girl.
"Then...then I'll continue."
Tong Wanwan took a deep breath and slowly let it out, suppressing all other complicated emotions in her heart.
She first imitated the movements that the psychic instructor had demonstrated in the mecha practice class: moving, jumping, rolling, running and other series of movements, showing them one by one.
Elvis didn't look at the display screen in front of him, and was very confident in Tong Wanwan's operating ability.
He just watched the other person's movements and the keys her fingers touched, and found that when her fingertips flew, she looked like a musician dancing on the piano keys. Her movements were smooth and natural, not only was her speed not slow, but she also had her own rhythm.
"No problem, you did a great job." Ives affirmed.
In the Federal Legion, he often trained his soldiers and newcomers with a stern attitude and rarely showed a friendly side.
He was very gentle towards the girl who was dear to his heart.
Perhaps the most commonly said compliments, besides "good morning", "good night", "keep warm", and "drink more hot water", are "not bad", "very good", and "no problem".
"Thank you, Mr. Marshal," Tong Wanwan said shyly, "but I've only mastered a single move..."
Because of her good memory, she could remember everything after watching it once or twice, and she almost completely imitated her instructor's operating techniques and steps.
The advantage of "imitation" is that it allows for faster mastery of a skill. However, its disadvantage is also obvious: a lack of adaptability. In other words, demonstrating only a single mecha move, or performing them one after another, can still produce a perfect performance.
But... once the order of these standards was disrupted, or she was asked to improvise and perform on the spot, she found it a bit difficult.
Elvis was thoughtful.
Then, he turned on the optical computer on his wrist, connected it to the nearest imaginary enemy mecha in the training ground, and gave it a program instruction: after facing Yin Qing, perform a primary attack action.
The "imaginary enemy" is very fast and comes with great force.
"Try to avoid it," Ives said.
Tong Wanwan waited intently, closely following the movements of her imaginary enemy. Although the enemy was large, his movements were large, making them easy to see.
If I just had to avoid...
Just use the "left step" to dodge past.
She glanced at the virtual keys, controlled Yin Qing, and dodged it with ease.
"Next, hit it back."
Following Elvis's voice, the imaginary enemy suddenly turned around and threw a heavy punch.
Tong Wanwan was stunned and visibly panicked for a moment.
But she had already prepared herself mentally, controlling the mecha's arms, blocking with her front hand and counterattacking with a straight punch with her back hand.
Because he was not very good at controlling the strength, Yin Qing's counter punch was much heavier than the imaginary enemy's attack.
This could be seen from the muffled sound of the mecha's arms hitting metal, and the fact that the opponent couldn't help but take several steps back.
Tong Wanwan: “!”
Mr. Marshal's imaginary enemy...
"Good, keep fighting." Elvis was not angry. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and increased the attack speed of the imaginary enemy by one level. At the same time, he also added a more powerful counterattack command.
The next second, the imaginary enemy's deep red eyes lit up, and he received the order and rushed towards Yin Qing.
This time it was obvious - she needed to treat it more seriously and attentively.
Moreover, she was not given any time or opportunity to simulate the counterattack scene in her mind, map the counterattack action to the operating console, and replicate it.
"So fast!" Tong Wanwan was so anxious that she only had time to control Yin Qing to make various sideways and sidestepping movements, and she could not find any opportunity to counterattack.
But gradually, in a state of high concentration, her reaction speed increased dramatically, and she had more time to return punches.
After she was completely accustomed to it, the Marshal sitting next to her raised the difficulty to another level.
Elvis: "Be careful."
Once again dodging the imaginary enemy's attack, before Tong Wanwan could recover, the opponent seemed to have finished "calculating" -
A red light flashed in his eyes, and the mecha's fist arms quickly deformed and reorganized, finally transforming into a combined form with arms connected to double rows of gun holes, and launched a gun attack at her.
Because the imaginary enemy is huge in size, the firearms used are also larger, more powerful, and more exaggerated impact guns.
And the shots it fired at the same time were all aimed at the positions where she was most accustomed to dodging.
The retreat route is blocked.
And mixed in the center of these impact bullets is the "fatal blow" aimed at Yin Qing.
“!”What’s going on!
Tong Wanwan's pupils constricted.
She thought it was just a simple physical fight, but she didn't expect guns to be fired?!
This time, she was really at her wit's end...
Elvis's eyes narrowed.
The fingers of his hands, which had been placed on the co-pilot console, moved, ready to take over Yin Qing.
He thought, is it still too forced?
But... the next second, just as Wanwan said on the computer.
A barely perceptible golden light flashed in the girl's eyes.
It was a sign of summoning spiritual power that he had seen several times.
Elvis paused.
Then, Yin Qing seemed to have a new driver, and he displayed abilities as brilliant as his name.
In its eyes, these bullets looked like pieces of paper floating slowly towards it, moving at a ridiculously slow speed.
He dodged with lightning speed and rushed forward at the same time, aiming at the imaginary enemy's head, and swung his fist in an arc from top to bottom, with the force reaching the palm of his fist, which was a heavy punch.
"Bang!!--"
The sound of this punch was deafening.
The imaginary enemy's deeply sunken head emitted a "sizzling" sound of electricity.
The crimson display flickered rapidly, then went completely black.
Obviously, because of the excessive damage, the mecha program malfunctioned and "crashed".
(End of this chapter)
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