Mecha training room.
Yan Hao brought the small robot over, set up the recording program, and stepped aside.
"Senior, it's time to start." Yan Hao said to Sheng Heng who was wearing a training suit.
Sheng Heng hummed, turned around and walked towards the dark and burly mecha in the field. It was Sheng Heng's exclusive mecha, Black Soul. He walked closer, exerted force with his feet, and several people jumped and stopped neatly outside the mecha cockpit. At the same time that Sheng Heng stopped outside the mecha cockpit, the intelligent system of the Black Soul mecha sensed the arrival of its owner and automatically turned on, allowing the owner to enter.
Sheng Heng entered the cockpit, performed some simple adjustments, and then connected with Yan Hao.
"Can you hear me?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Yes." Yan Hao.
"If there is anything wrong with the posture later, remind me and I will do it again." After all, the mecha is not a human body. Even if it is controlled by instructions, it cannot make the same movements as the human body. It can only be as close as possible. In order to ensure the accuracy of the data, Yan Hao made a correction model in the intelligent robot. Only when the similarity between the movements of the mecha controlled by Sheng Heng and his own body yesterday exceeds 96%, it is considered valid data.
Ninety-six percent accuracy is one of the evaluation criteria for advanced mecha warriors. In other words, if Sheng Heng wants to cooperate with Yan Hao to complete data collection, every one of his actions must reach the control level of an advanced mecha warrior.
After getting ready, Sheng Heng took a deep breath, moved his fingers slightly, and placed his hands on the control panel. With just a slight movement of his slender fingertips, hundreds of buttons representing different commands lit up. But Sheng Heng did not look at these buttons. As a mecha warrior, if he could not even remember the control panel and could not type blindly when operating, then he was not worthy of driving a mecha.
Yan Hao sat in the corner of the training room, with the optical computer in his hand remotely connected to the intelligent robot. The virtual screen was divided into two. On the left was the human body model he built using the fighting data collected yesterday, and on the right was the mecha in front of him.
As Dark Soul made its first move, the two models on the virtual screen also began to move. While moving, a calculation program designed in advance by Yan Hao would compare the similarities of the two movements.
The first action, similarity 96.12%
The second action, similarity 96.13%
Action continuityA.
The third action, similarity 96.11%
…
The twentieth action, similarity 95.35%
Movement Continuity A-
In a blink of an eye, twenty movements passed, and only eight minutes had passed. For the first time, Sheng Heng's movements dropped to 96%.
"Senior, the movement just now was not precise enough. You need to raise your right forearm a little higher." Yan Hao reminded while comparing the differences between the two data models.
"Okay, I'll do it again." Sheng Heng agreed quickly. He first adjusted the posture of the mecha, bringing it back to the state where the nineteenth action was completed, and then performed the twentieth action.
Soon the optical brain completed the comparison: the 20th action, the similarity is 96.12%
"Have you passed?" Sheng Heng asked.
"You've passed. Please continue, senior." Yan Hao continued.
Sheng Heng continued to control the mecha, and then performed another ten actions. Although the similarity dropped to 96% twice, after Yan Hao's reminder, Sheng Heng was able to make fine adjustments immediately and perform qualified actions. This ability requires the mecha warrior to be very familiar with the mecha itself and the control of various commands in order to make such detailed fine adjustments.
Fifteen minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and the boxing skills were halfway through. Yan Hao compared the data from the first half and said, "Senior, the continuity of your movements has decreased a bit. Now you only have B. Do you want to take a break?"
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before Sheng Heng's deep voice came: "Okay."
Then, Black Soul retracted its slender mechanical arm and stood quietly in place.
"Senior, do you want to come down and drink some water?" Yan Hao took a bottle of water and stood in front of the mecha.
"No, I can start again after a short rest. It's quite troublesome to get on and off the mecha." Sheng Heng said.
Yan Hao thought about it and felt that it was right, so he did not ask again: "Then put the water here, and wait for the senior to come down to drink it."
"Okay, thank you." Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao who was talking to him with his head tilted up on the screen, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't think it was troublesome to go down, but he felt that it would be embarrassing to go down in his current state.
At this time in the cockpit, Sheng Heng was sweating and pale, not because of fatigue, but because of pain. After only fifteen minutes of high-intensity operation, his fingers began to protest.
When Yan Hao told him to collect data, he didn't know that Yan Hao's requirements would be so high, and every action must reach 96% accuracy. Although his Black Soul is a level 6 mecha, it has the conditions to perform high-precision operations, but in order to perform such high-precision actions accurately and quickly, the requirements for the mecha master are higher than the mecha itself, and require very strong hand speed.
But Sheng Heng didn't tell Yan Hao these. Besides the fact that he couldn't bear to let Yan Hao down, he also felt a little unwilling.
Feeling the tingling pain from his fingertips, Sheng Heng once again clearly realized that he could not become a high-level mecha warrior. His limit could only barely stay at level 5. If he operated at level 5, his fingers could barely hold out for two hours, but once he reached level 6, his fingers could only hold out for fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes, what could he do on the battlefield? He probably couldn't even kill a level 6 star claw insect.
In fact, this is overestimating myself. Maybe even a level 5 warrior myself does not meet the requirements. After all, no army would recruit a mecha warrior with only two hours of combat power.
"Senior." Yan Hao's voice came, and Sheng Heng suddenly came back to his senses and saw Yan Hao waving at him on the screen.
"I'm here." Sheng Heng responded quickly.
"Can we continue?" Yan Hao asked.
Sheng Heng checked the time and found that he had been distracted for a while and twenty minutes had passed: "Okay, let's continue."
After saying that, Sheng Heng raised his hands, which had already turned slightly red, and clenched them tightly. A sharp pain suddenly attacked his knuckles, and the pain made Sheng Heng's already pale face become even paler.
After this clenching, the finger muscles seemed to fully experience the pain and became a little more flexible. Sheng Heng put his fingers back on the operating table and began to perform the second half of the boxing.
The 39th action, similarity 96.01%
The 40th action, similarity 96.02%
Movement Continuity B-
Yan Hao frowned, wondering why the senior's movements became even less coherent after resting. Although Yan Hao was a little confused, he did not interrupt Sheng Heng's movements, because compared with the similarity of the movements, coherence was not very important.
The continuity of the action is the time the operator spends changing the command. The shorter the time, the better the continuity, and the faster the mecha's reaction in combat. But Yan Hao's research is mimicry sensing, which requires the action instructions of the mecha, and continuity is not important. Because once the mimicry sensing research is successful, the mecha can directly imitate the human body's actions, and switching actions is the human body's instinct, and there is no need to measure it with data.
The 50th action, similarity 93.36%
93.36%?
Even if Yan Hao didn't understand mecha control at this point, he could still tell that something was wrong with Sheng Heng in the cockpit.
“Senior…”
"Sorry, I didn't operate it properly just now. I'll adjust it again." This time, without Yan Hao telling him, Sheng Heng knew that there was something wrong with his operation. When he was inputting the command just now, he didn't have time to press a key, which caused the direction of the punch to deviate. If it was on the battlefield, this mistake might cost him his life.
As he finished speaking, Black Soul retracted his right arm, stepped forward with his right foot, and punched again.
The 50th action, similarity 95.36%
"How is it? Have you met the standard?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Senior...does your hand hurt?" Yan Hao was not a person who would hide his thoughts, he would say whatever he thought.
Sheng Heng smiled bitterly. He understood: "It seems that my actions just now are still not up to standard."
"Senior, why don't we stop here today and continue tomorrow." Yan Hao said with some concern, "Come down first, let me take a look at your hand."
He remembered that Sheng Heng's hand seemed to have been injured when he was a child. Thinking of this, Yan Hao couldn't help but blame himself. He knew that his senior had just finished his final exams and his fingers must need rest, but he was still so anxious to ask him for help.
"I have to go home tomorrow, so let's finish it today." Sheng Heng insisted, "There are still six moves left. I'll rest for a while and I'll be able to finish it soon. However, the continuity of the moves may not be very good."
"Senior, are you going home tomorrow?" Yan Hao's attention was immediately diverted.
"Yeah." Sheng Heng nodded, "What about you, when will you be home?"
"I'm not going back." Yan Hao shook his head and said, "I plan to stay in school during the holidays. Senior, when are you leaving tomorrow? I'll go and see you off."
"You have two months of vacation. What do you plan to do at school?" Sheng Heng asked.
"Doing research. I'm not sure if I can finish the data that Senior Guang helped me collect today during this holiday." Yan Hao said with a smile, "I'll have to go to class when school starts, and I won't be able to concentrate on one thing like I do now. I have to hurry up."
Yan Hao couldn't see Sheng Heng's expression because of the mecha, but Sheng Heng could clearly see Yan Hao's expression through the holographic screen of the mecha. It seemed that as long as research and mecha were mentioned, Yan Hao would become a different person. He swept away his usual silly look and became confident and powerful, especially his eyes, which were always shining and full of love.
I used to study pharmacy, but when I entered university I realized that what I liked was mecha manufacturing, so I temporarily ran away from the pharmacy examination and took the mecha manufacturing examination instead.
I really envy him. He is so smart. He can learn anything he wants to learn very well, so he is not afraid of changing his major midway. Unlike me, no matter how hard I try, I can't change it in the end...
His hands unconsciously clenched again, and the dull pain that came over him could not overwhelm the helplessness in his heart at this moment.
My junior brother has just started learning mecha manufacturing, and my driving skills can barely help. After a few years, I guess I won’t be able to help even if I want to.
"I've rested enough, let's continue." Sheng Heng didn't continue to get stuck in it. He adjusted his emotions and began to operate the mecha again, repeating the action just now.
Seeing Sheng Heng insisting, Yan Hao had no choice but to continue collecting data, thinking that he would check Sheng Heng's hand injury after he came out of the mecha.
Another fifteen minutes passed and the last few movements were completed.
"Senior, all right, please come out of the mecha." Yan Hao said to Sheng Heng.
Sheng Heng took a deep breath, and after a while he opened the cockpit and jumped off the mecha. While falling, he activated the space button and put the mecha in. The moment the mecha disappeared, the entire training room became empty.
"Senior, let me see your hand." Yan Hao ran towards Sheng Heng.
"No." Sheng Heng took a step back and said with a smile, "I'm sweating all over. I want to go back and take a shower. I'm leaving first."
After saying that, without giving Yan Hao time to react, Sheng Heng quickly walked out of the training room.
Although Yan Hao was slow to react emotionally, perhaps because he had been alienated many times in his previous life, he was very sensitive to emotions in this regard. At that moment just now, he clearly felt the alienation from Sheng Heng, and Sheng Heng didn't want him to get close to him.
Why did the senior suddenly want to distance himself from me? Did I offend him in some way? An unprecedented negative emotion emerged from Yan Hao's heart. He had never felt so sad when he was isolated by the entire class and the entire laboratory in his previous life.
On the other side, Sheng Heng returned to the dormitory. His miserable appearance scared Cheng Wenkang so much that he jumped up from the bed.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, my hand hurts a little, help me make a herbal bag." Sheng Heng sat on the chair with a tired look on his face. His hands were probably unable to even hold a bottle of water at this moment.
When Cheng Wenkang heard that Sheng Heng's hand was injured, he quickly soaked a bag of herbs and brought it over. When Sheng Heng dipped his trembling, almost uncontrollable fingers into the potion, Cheng Wenkang couldn't help but ask, "You just helped my junior to do a few mecha moves, how did you end up like this?"
Moreover, it was only over an hour, so even if he had been operating the mecha continuously, this wouldn't have happened.
"Some of the movements are more complicated." Sheng Heng said.
"How complicated must your movements be to achieve this?" Cheng Wenkang frowned.
Sheng Heng lowered his head and was silent for a while, then he said faintly: "Fatty, what do you think about me studying finance now?"
“Boss, you…”
"It's just a few moves, not even on the battlefield, but my hands have become like this. It's just a waste of time to stay here."
"Didn't we agree that no matter whether we can join the military in the future, we will learn mecha driving in college. Anyway, our family company is there, so if it really doesn't work out, we can become bosses again." Cheng Wenkang said.
Sheng Heng remained silent. His trembling fingers gradually regained control under the effect of the potion. He tried to move, and his desire to switch to finance began to waver again. His dream since childhood was to become a mecha warrior like his father and elder brother, so as long as his hands were not completely useless, he would never give up.
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