A student who is just a freshman has already modified a level 5 mecha before he even learned how to manufacture mecha parts. What kind of talent is this?
Mr. Pang should have been happy that his student had such a high talent, but Yan Hao's talent was not in mecha manufacturing, nor in mental power, but in the mimicry driving system, which made him feel a little weird.
Even though he himself is a level 10 mecha manufacturing master and his attainments in mimicry systems are not low, but Old Man Pang has to be realistic and say that when it comes to research on mimicry driving systems, he is not as good as Old Man Zhong.
"Alas." All the surprise and silence finally turned into a sigh.
"Teacher?" Yan Hao was always sensitive. He thought he had done something wrong when Mr. Pang sighed. "If you don't agree, I will discuss it with the senior."
The teacher was right to be angry. I was only a freshman and didn't know how to repair a mecha. Even if I followed the seniors, I would just be there to make up the numbers. As for the driving system, which only I could repair, it was the least likely part of the entire mecha to be damaged. If the driving system of a mecha broke down, it basically meant that the entire mecha would be scrapped. It was just a sophomore practical assessment, and there couldn't be such a big crisis.
"I don't disagree." Mr. Pang shook his head.
Yan Hao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"You were so happy when I said I had no disagreement. It seems that you care about your senior very much." Yan Hao's emotional changes were too obvious for Elder Pang to ignore.
"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded, "Senior is very kind to me, and...if it weren't for you, I might not have been able to pass the entrance exam to the Mecha Manufacturing Department."
"Oh?" Elder Pang raised his eyebrows and instantly became fond of the senior student Yan Hao mentioned. "In that case, if you want to accompany him to take the test, go ahead. I'll talk to the school."
"Thank you, teacher." Yan Hao happily replied to Sheng Heng on the spot, telling him that he would take the test.
After Yan Hao finished sending the message, Mr. Pang continued to ask, "You are only a freshman. Why did you suddenly start researching the simulated driving system during the summer vacation?"
"In one class, Professor Qin was talking to us about the internal circuits of a mecha, saying that the more advanced the mecha, the more complicated the circuits, and the more difficult it is to control." Yan Hao said, "I thought at the time, if I were a mecha maker, and one day I built a very powerful mecha, but no one could drive it because it was too difficult to operate, how unfortunate that would be."
There was a hint of loneliness in Pang Lao's eyes. He was just like that. As a level 10 mecha maker, he could already manufacture level 10 mechas, but in the entire federation, no one could control a level 10 mecha.
"So I wondered if the operating system could be simplified, and then I naturally thought of the mimicry system." Yan Hao continued, "If one day mechas can also be controlled through mimicry, then the mecha warriors of the Federation will become more powerful, and even more ordinary people will be able to control mechas."
"Old Pang, I have decided. I want to study the mimicry system. No matter how powerful a mecha is, if there is no one to drive it, it is just a useless decoration." More than ten years ago, Old Zhong suddenly came to Old Pang and said these words.
With the same ideas and the same talents, Yan Hao is indeed more suitable to be his disciple.
"Which do you prefer, the mimicry system or mecha manufacturing?" Old Pang looked at Yan Hao, waiting for his answer.
Although he liked Yan Hao as a student very much, the more he liked him, the more he couldn't waste his time.
"Aren't these two one and the same?" Yan Hao asked in confusion, "The mimicry system is also part of mecha manufacturing."
"!" Pang Lao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. Yes, the mimicry system is part of the mecha manufacturing, why did he want to separate the two.
“Hahaha…” Old Pang suddenly realized something and excitedly slammed the table. “Come on, follow me to the lab. I’ll tell you about mecha maintenance. Your senior’s mecha is a level 5 mecha, right? The sophomore assessment should start in a few days. I’ll give you some make-up lessons. You can’t just go through there and fill in the gaps.”
"Yes." Yan Hao hurriedly followed up, and was even more excited about Pang Lao's suggestion, "Teacher, the Black Soul was originally a level 6 mecha, but the system I modified is level 5, so it limits the performance of the Black Soul."
“Level six is level six, no big deal. Let the teacher tell you where the mecha is most vulnerable to damage during a battle.” In Mr. Pang’s eyes, anything below level ten is no big deal.
So the master and the apprentice went to the laboratory happily. While Master Zhong was giving an open class, the two of them were also taking a small class in the laboratory. It was the first time that Yan Hao had received such close, one-on-one detailed guidance, and he absorbed knowledge faster than ever before. Master Pang was worthy of being a master of mecha manufacturing. Whenever Yan Hao asked a question, he could immediately expand a series of related knowledge points based on that question.
There are too many and too deep knowledge points, which may be difficult for ordinary students to accept, but Yan Hao is the kind of person who will subconsciously study in depth when encountering a problem. Pang Lao's explanation quickly answered the questions in his mind and made him have a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of mecha manufacturing. These are the key points that cannot be learned in the classroom and can only be realized through continuous practice.
"When mechas are fighting, weapons are very important. Generally speaking, mechas below level 4 are equipped with long-range weapons, and very few are equipped with melee weapons. Mechas above level 5 will have additional..."
“Bang, bang!”
At this moment, the door of the laboratory was suddenly smashed with a deafening sound, and the voice of Mr. Zhong rang out from outside the door: "Lao Pang, open the door!"
Then there were a few more banging sounds on the door, and occasionally the voice of Babi Chong's persuasion could be heard.
Under such circumstances, Mr. Pang naturally couldn't continue speaking. He stopped and motioned Yan Hao to open the door, while he walked aside, picked up the tea and drank it leisurely.
Master Zhong waited for the door to open, then rushed in hastily. When he saw Master Pang drinking tea, his face immediately turned green: "You shameless man, you actually took advantage of me in class to drink my apprentice's tea first."
Mr. Pang was stunned and looked at the teacup in his hand. He knew that the other party had misunderstood him, but he did not explain and continued to drink with a smile.
"Mr. Zhong, have some tea." At this time, Yan Hao also poured a cup of tea for Mr. Zhong and handed it over.
Master Zhong was just about to have a quarrel with Master Pang when he saw his favorite disciple bringing a cup of tea. His eyes suddenly turned, and then he reached out, took the tea, and drank most of it: "Okay, I'll drink this tea. From now on, you are my disciple."
Yan Hao was confused. What should he do?
The Barbie bug that came in later also had an expression that said, "This is also possible."
"Teacher?" Yan Hao looked at Mr. Pang for help.
"Hmm?" Elder Pang and Elder Zhong looked over at the same time.
"..."Yan Hao.
Yan Hao had been despised by two or even more people at the same time, but he had never been snatched away by two people at the same time like this. If they despised him, it would be fine. At most, he would ignore them and turn around and leave. But these two people valued him very much and taught him knowledge. What should he do?
"That's enough. You've scared the child." Seeing Yan Hao's pitiful and helpless look, Old Pang rolled his eyes at Old Zhong.
"Then let's play rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins gets the apprentice." Mr. Zhong didn't want to argue with Mr. Pang anymore.
He couldn't let the two of them quarrel over him anymore, he had to make a choice.
"Master Zhong." Yan Hao thought about it, and finally mustered up the courage to walk up to him. "Thank you very much for thinking highly of me, but I have already accepted you as my teacher."
In Yan Hao's mind, Teacher Pang was the one who had said to his face that he wanted to take him in as a disciple, and he was willing to do so. As for Master Zhong, although he might have had the same intention, it was too late.
"..."Mr. Zhong's already dark complexion turned completely darker.
“Hahahaha…” Old Pang suddenly felt relaxed all over and laughed out loud towards the sky.
"You... are very good." Even if Master Zhong admired Yan Hao, he would not continue to accept disciples after hearing what the person said. "Ba Yun, let's go."
Babi Chong glanced at the uneasy and guilty Yan Hao with a complicated expression, said nothing, turned around and followed Mr. Zhong out.
"Wait a moment." Mr. Pang suddenly called out to Mr. Zhong.
"Why, haven't you laughed enough?" Mr. Zhong said coldly.
"You are always so impatient. I don't know how your disciples can stand you." Without waiting for Zhong to change his expression, Elder Pang hurriedly offered his suggestion, "Let's accept disciples together."
When he said this, the three people in the laboratory were a little surprised.
"What do you mean?" asked Mr. Zhong.
"You are right. Yan Hao is indeed very talented in mathematics and simulated driving. If he can learn from you, he can grow faster." Pang Lao said, "So, let's accept him as our apprentice together."
Yan Hao's eyes lit up. Could he worship both masters? Then Master Zhong wouldn't be angry.
"Heh." Old Master Zhong laughed coldly, "Who do you think I am? I am despised by others, but I still rush to be their master. I am Zhong Gaoxuan, a 10th-level mecha manufacturing master and the president of the Federal National Research Institute. Am I so cheap?"
The light in Yan Hao's eyes gradually dimmed at the sneer of Mr. Zhong.
"Teacher." Babi Chong wanted to persuade him.
"Shut up and go." Mr. Zhong was about to walk out the door.
"Yan Hao has independently researched and modified a level five mecha. This mecha uses a mimicry driving system." Old Man Pang added calmly.
Elder Zhong paused as he was about to step out of the door, then quickly retracted his foot and rushed to Yan Hao: "Where's the mecha?"
"ah?"
"You modified the level 5 mecha." Old Zhong roared.
Twenty minutes later, Sheng Heng was summoned to the tenth floor of the experimental building and demonstrated his mecha - Black Soul.
Old Pang and Old Zhong, two top bosses in the mecha manufacturing industry, plunged in and studied this level 5 mecha carefully from top to bottom, inside and out.
Elder Zhong and Elder Pang looked at each other, then walked up to Yan Hao and ordered arrogantly, "You... report to me twice a month."
"ah?"
When Mr. Zhong heard that Yan Hao was still there, he was so angry that he wanted to slam the door and leave. This kid, is he really going to beg him?
"What? Call me teacher." Babi Chong said quickly.
"Teacher Zhong." Yan Hao reacted very quickly this time and called out "Teacher" happily.
Only then did Mr. Zhong's expression ease a little, and he uttered a light "hmm" from his throat.
When everyone saw his arrogant look, they couldn't help but want to laugh, but the only one who dared to laugh out loud was Old Pang.
Sheng Heng stood in the corner, looking at Yan Hao surrounded by Elder Pang and Elder Zhong, and felt happy for him from the bottom of his heart. Being accepted as an apprentice by two level 10 mecha builders at the same time, Yan Hao's future was almost destined to stand at a height that others could not reach.
What about yourself?
Sheng Heng looked down at his hands. If he was just a level 5 mecha warrior, how could he stand by your side?
The author has something to say: Mr. Pang: Aren’t you not cheap?
Mr. Zhong: ...
Mr. Pang: Your face is swollen.
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