The next morning, after breakfast, Yan Hao went to the laboratory building as planned. Today was Saturday, and it was also the first day he officially started studying after becoming Master Pang's disciple.
He arrived very early, and there were not many people outside the laboratory building. However, when he took the elevator to the tenth floor, he found that every laboratory inside was in the middle of an experiment, which showed that the staff here were almost all working all night.
Mr. Pang’s laboratory is at the innermost part, and it is also the largest and brightest laboratory on the tenth floor. When Yan Hao walked to the door, the electronic lock on the laboratory door automatically recognized Yan Hao’s identity.
"Lab assistant, Yan Hao, verified."
As the verification passed, the door of the laboratory opened with a click, and Yan Hao pushed the door open, and saw the same level 9 mecha standing in the center of the maintenance room. Every time he saw this mecha, Yan Hao would be attracted unconsciously, and then he would look at it for a long time, and he couldn't help but imagine when he could build such a mecha himself.
When Mr. Pang came out of the parts room, he saw Yan Hao staring at the half-finished level 9 mecha. He was not displeased or interrupted him immediately. As a mecha maker, if you are indifferent when you see a high-level mecha, that is a problem. On the contrary, when you see a high-level mecha, the light in your eyes and the impulse in your heart will be the motivation for a mecha maker to learn and grow.
Yan Hao was not immersed in it for too long. After about ten minutes, his light brain vibrated and he regained consciousness. Just as he was about to lower his head to look at his light brain, he suddenly saw the smiling figure of Pang Lao standing beside him.
"Teacher." Yan Hao quickly turned around and greeted Mr. Pang respectfully.
"You're here quite early." Mr. Pang always asked Yan Hao to come at nine o'clock every weekend morning, but it was only half past eight at this time.
"I got up early and came straight here." Yan Hao said.
"Have you had breakfast?" asked Mr. Pang.
"I have eaten. I also brought breakfast for the teacher. Has the teacher eaten?" Yan Hao raised the breakfast in his right hand, but he was a little nervous because he was afraid that Mr. Pang would not like the breakfast he bought.
"Now that you mention it, I'm actually a little hungry." Pang Lao walked over with a smile, took the breakfast from Yan Hao's hand, opened it and took a look, and said with some surprise, "It's the buns from the third canteen."
"Yeah." Seeing that Mr. Pang had accepted it, Yan Hao relaxed completely.
"I heard that their buns are made in the style of ancient Earth, called soup dumplings. They taste especially good and are only sold for half an hour every morning. I've always wanted to try some, but I've never been able to get one." said Mr. Pang.
"Then I'll buy it for the teacher tomorrow." Yan Hao said immediately.
"Good boy." Old Pang gave Yan Hao an approving look. His little disciple was indeed considerate. The previous disciples only knew how to do experiments in the laboratory every day, or ask him various questions. They never thought about whether he had eaten breakfast.
(Disciples: …)
It was the first time that Yan Hao was praised like this by an elder, and he was happy, but he was an adult after all, and being praised with words like "good" made him feel happy but also a little embarrassed.
"Teacher, is there anything I can do for you?" Yan Hao asked.
"No hurry, let me have breakfast first. Didn't you just receive an email? Let's see if there is anything first." Mr. Pang took the breakfast, found a place at random, pushed all the parts on the table aside, and started eating.
There were actually two napkins in the breakfast bag. The little apprentice was really thoughtful.
After being reminded by Mr. Pang, Yan Hao lowered his head to look at his computer, and then found an email from the Federal Center for Special Talents in his mailbox.
"Teacher, I have been removed from the special talent program." Yan Hao said happily.
"Well, it seems that your second brother is still of some use." said Elder Pang.
Yan Hao didn't know whether this email was the result of the second senior brother's effort or the person Sheng Heng entrusted with the task, but both were done to help him, so he felt that he should be thankful for both.
"Teacher, I want to thank my second senior brother." Yan Hao said.
"It's just a small favor. What are you thanking me for? He hasn't given you the gift yet." Old Pang said indifferently.
"..."Yan Hao.
"But it's time for you to get to know each other. Come here, I'll call him and introduce you to each other." Old Pang said again.
Yan Hao was delighted and quickly ran over and stood beside Mr. Pang.
The video call was quickly connected, and a middle-aged man in uniform was looking over here with a smile. This man was Zhang Yufei, the deputy director of the Talent Program Center: "Teacher, the person standing next to you must be our junior fellow apprentice."
"Hello, Second Brother." Yan Hao asked nervously.
"Hello, junior brother." Zhang Yufei nodded at Yan Hao with a smile.
"Thank you, Second Brother." Yan Hao continued to thank him.
"Thank me? Thank me for what?"
"I received an email from the Special Talent Center delisting me."
"Oh, you mean this." Zhang Yufei shook his head and said, "I didn't do this. When I was about to delete your name from the talent pool, I found that your name had already been deleted."
Yan Hao didn't show any surprise when he heard this.
"It seems you know who helped you delete it." Zhang Yufei guessed from Yan Hao's expression, "Are you related to Major General Sheng?"
When Mr. Pang heard the three words "Major General Sheng", he couldn't help but frowned and looked at Yan Hao.
"I don't know Major General Sheng, it's..." Yan Hao paused. Senior Sheng also has the surname Sheng. Could he be from the Sheng family, one of the three major generals in the Federation? "Maybe they are related."
Zhang Yufei smiled and did not continue to ask about the relationship between Yan Hao and the Sheng family. He just said, "I can't help you this time. I will go back to the capital planet in a few months and make up for it with the gift."
“No… no need.”
"Teacher, I have something else to do." Zhang Yufei looked at Mr. Pang.
"Well, go get busy." After saying that, the video call was immediately disconnected.
After finishing the last soup dumpling in his hand, Mr. Pang wiped his hands with a napkin and continued the previous topic by asking Yan Hao: "What is your relationship with Major General Sheng's family?"
When Master Pang accepted Yan Hao as his apprentice, he asked Professor Qin. Professor Qin told him that Yan Hao was just an ordinary student with no power behind him. But how could he have a relationship with the Sheng family not long after becoming his apprentice? As a teacher, Master Pang felt that he needed to give Yan Hao some advice.
"My partner is called Sheng Heng." Yan Hao replied.
"Is that the student who you helped to modify the mecha?" Old Pang had some impression of Sheng Heng.
"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded.
"When did you two meet?"
"When I first entered college."
"What is his relationship with Major General Sheng?" The Sheng family is a large family, but not every member of the Sheng family can influence the federal government, especially the Federal Planning Center, a purely academic government.
"I don't know." Yan Hao shook his head. "Senior Sheng Heng never told me about his family."
"Did he ever give you any advice, such as asking you to join the military after graduation?" asked Mr. Pang.
"No." Yan Hao shook his head.
"So you two are just partners?" asked Mr. Pang.
"We are still friends." Yan Hao said.
"Xiaohao, you can make friends and form a partnership during school, but the teacher doesn't want you to get involved in political struggles." Elder Pang said bluntly, "You are very talented. Under the guidance of me and Old Man Zhong, you are the most likely to complete the mimicry mecha. If the mimicry mecha can be released one day, the teacher hopes that it will belong to the entire federation, not to a certain faction."
Elder Pang and Elder Zhong are both freelance scholars and work for the Federation. Neither of them belongs to any individual power, nor do they participate in political struggles. They are level 10 mecha builders, and they are the only two in the Federation. If any of them belongs to a certain power, then the combat effectiveness and influence of that power will inevitably change dramatically. They are already like this. If Yan Hao, who combines the advantages of the two of them, belongs to a certain power in the future, then the situation in the Federation will definitely change.
"Teacher, I remember it." Yan Hao agreed.
"Okay." Pang Lao said with relief, "When you come here tomorrow, you can bring your partner with you. The teacher will take a look at his mecha and help you make some modifications."
"Really? Senior will definitely be very happy when he knows about this." Yan Hao said happily.
Pang Lao stood up with a smile: "Come with me."
Yan Hao followed Pang Lao to the laboratory warehouse and pushed the door open. Inside, there were various parts neatly arranged. The two continued to walk in until they reached a corner and stopped.
"All the parts here are broken." Elder Pang pointed to a pile of parts piled up in a corner and said, "Most of these broken parts are below level seven. Schools above level seven will find someone to recycle and reuse them, so there are none here. These parts were accumulated by the teacher and your senior brothers over the years. You will stay here for the next six months."
Yan Hao widened his eyes and looked at the pile of broken parts.
"You studied pharmacy in middle school." Mr. Pang just learned about this yesterday. To be honest, he was a little surprised. "You have only studied mecha for a short time. Your foundation is weaker than I thought. So in the next six months, the teacher will help you rebuild your foundation."
"You can disassemble these broken parts at will to familiarize yourself with the various parts of the mecha. I will give you a comparison chart of the mecha parts. If you have any questions, you can look for the answers in the chart first. If you still don't understand, you can ask me." Pang Lao said, "You can ask any questions, but you can't ask the same question twice."
"Teacher, can I disassemble all these parts?" Learning about mechas is very expensive because the mecha parts are really too expensive. The mountain of parts in front of you, even if they have been discarded, are still valuable.
More importantly, the parts here were accumulated by teachers and seniors over more than ten years, and the types of parts covered in them were not available for sale outside. This was a greater wealth for Yan Hao.
"They are all scrap metal. You can take them apart for fun." Old Pang said it in a generous manner, but he could tell from Yan Hao's excited expression that his little disciple was very knowledgeable and had realized the value of these parts.
"Then... can I only come to the lab to dismantle it during the weekends?" Yan Hao asked tentatively.
Mr. Pang laughed and waved his hand: "If you like, you can take some back and unpack them."
"Thank you, teacher. Can I start now?" Yan Hao looked eager to try.
"Go ahead."
With Pang Lao's permission, Yan Hao immediately sat down on the pile of parts. He picked up a part at random and said with shining eyes: "This is the axle of the mecha..."
Old Pang observed for a while with a smile on his face, and when he saw that there was nothing but the parts in Yan Hao's eyes and no longer any trace of him and his teacher, he turned around and left, feeling relieved and shaking his head.
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