When the spaceship landed, the Federal University school bus was already waiting outside. The group got on the bus and returned to school in less than an hour. Sheng Heng sent Yan Hao to the dormitory door, and then returned to his own dormitory.
"You're back so soon. Why don't you have dinner with your junior brother?" The cafeteria would open for lunch in a dozen minutes. Cheng Wenkang thought Sheng Heng would have dinner with Yan Hao before coming back.
"He made an appointment with He Shao." Sheng Heng said.
Cheng Wenkang said, "Oh!" and sat cross-legged on the bed. "By the way, the first place in the team this time will be rewarded with a melee weapon."
Sheng Heng glanced at him and said, "Here you go."
"Thank you, Brother Heng." This is what Cheng Wenkang was waiting for. "When we were on the deserted planet, I saw you controlling the Dark Soul to kill everyone in the insect swarm. I wish I had a melee weapon so I could rush in and fight with you. It turns out that melee combat is more exciting when it comes to fighting."
"Although close combat is exciting, skills are more important," Sheng Heng reminded.
"I know. I will practice hard. I'll go take a shower first." Cheng Wenkang responded with a smile, took his clothes and turned into the bathroom. Soon the sound of water was heard from inside.
Sheng Heng continued to pack his things. Halfway through, the computer terminal suddenly vibrated, indicating that there was an incoming communication.
"Mom?" Sheng Heng quickly answered the call, and a palm-sized virtual image immediately popped up on the terminal. It was Sheng Heng's mother.
"Sheng Heng, is the assessment over?" Mother Sheng looked at Sheng Heng outside the video tenderly.
"Yeah, I just returned to school." Sheng Heng nodded.
"Let me see your hands?" Mother Sheng suddenly said.
Sheng Heng was stunned for a moment, glanced at his mother, but still put his right palm in front of the screen.
"Did you really modify the Black Soul into a mimicking mecha?" Sheng Heng's hands were white and slender, without a single scar. Not to mention that he had just finished a seven-day actual combat assessment, even if it was daily training, his hands shouldn't be so healthy.
"Has the news reached you?" Sheng Heng guessed his mother's intention when she asked to see his hand. It was only a matter of time before the news that Black Soul was a mimic mecha was exposed on the desolate planet.
"Child, why didn't you tell me such an important thing? Instead, I heard the news from others." Mother Sheng scolded with some resentment.
"I wanted to tell you after this assessment was over, but you knew it first." Although the Black Soul had been modified into a mimicking mecha, Sheng Heng had no idea how powerful the Black Soul was, so he wanted to wait until the assessment was over and test the strength of the Black Soul before telling his family.
"How come the Black Soul was suddenly converted into a mimicking mecha? Who helped you convert it?" This is the question that Mother Sheng is concerned about.
"My...partner." Since I haven't caught up with you yet, let's just be your partner first.
"Partner? You have a partner who is a mecha maker?" Mother Sheng looked surprised.
After Sheng Heng's hand was injured, his family actually no longer approved of him becoming a mecha warrior. When Sheng Heng was very young, his mother planned a new path for her son, hoping that Sheng Heng would inherit the company she ran when he grew up. But Sheng Heng still liked mecha more, even though his hand was injured. Every time after practicing, his fingers would become red, swollen and trembling, and the pain was unbearable. He had to soak in medicine almost every day before he could fall asleep. But every time his hand recovered, Sheng Heng would insist on practicing. He persisted in this way for ten years. He endured the pain and used much less time than others. He relied on himself to be admitted to the Mecha Department of the Federal University.
Before entering school, General Sheng came back from the front and had a personal talk with Sheng Heng. He told Sheng Heng that no matter how powerful his operational skills were, on the battlefield, a soldier who could only fight for two hours and could fall down at any time was dangerous. It was dangerous not only for himself, but also for his comrades who fought side by side with him, and even a burden.
After that conversation, Sheng Heng was depressed for several days. He then promised his family that after graduating from university, if he could not become a qualified mecha warrior, he would switch to finance and come back to help run the family business.
After Sheng Heng entered school, in order not to put pressure on him, Sheng's mother rarely asked about his school affairs, but she did pay attention to him privately. She knew that because of his hand injury, Sheng Heng was not taken seriously in the class, and when choosing a partner with the mecha maker, no one was willing to choose him. Occasionally, a few people were willing to choose Sheng Heng because they wanted to take the opportunity to dismantle the black soul and get in touch with high-level mechas in advance.
For mecha warriors, mechas are both armor and comrades. How could Sheng Heng hand over the Black Soul to a mecha maker who only wanted to disassemble it for research instead of truly caring for the Black Soul? Therefore, Sheng Heng has never had a partner and his reputation in the mecha manufacturing department is not very good.
And now, Sheng Heng not only suddenly has a new partner, but also a partner who can modify the mimicry system?
"Got it." Sheng Heng's tone softened when he mentioned Yan Hao.
"How did they know each other? What is his relationship with Mr. Zhong?"
"He is a year younger than me. He is a freshman in the Mecha Manufacturing Department and a disciple of Master Zhong." Sheng Heng asked in confusion, "But, Mom, how do you know he has a relationship with Master Zhong?"
"In the entire Federation, the only one who can modify a mimicry mecha is Elder Zhong. In fact, your father and I have contacted Elder Zhong before, and wanted to ask him to modify a mimicry mecha for you..."
Sheng Heng widened his eyes slightly. He never knew that his family had looked for Mr. Zhong for him.
"At that time, Mr. Zhong said that he would not modify mimicry mechas for anyone before they became popular. We never asked again after that. I didn't expect you to find his student as your partner." Mother Sheng said excitedly, "Mr. Zhong was able to let his student modify the mecha for you. Doesn't that mean that the mimicry system has made great progress?!"
If this is true, then Sheng Heng's hand injury is not a problem at all.
"I don't know about this?" Sheng Heng shook his head. "When Yan Hao helped me modify the mecha, he was not yet Master Zhong's disciple."
"What?! Wait, Yan Hao?" Mother Sheng thought the name looked strange and recalled for a moment, "Is it the kid who provided you with the formula model of the sixth-level sedative and the potion for treating hand injuries?"
"It's him." Sheng Heng smiled, and his tone unconsciously became gentle again.
"I've heard your uncle Yue complain several times, saying that this kid is obviously a genius in alchemy, but he chose to learn mecha manufacturing. He also said that if you hadn't protected him so much, he would have run to your school to snatch him away. Now it seems that this kid's talent in mecha manufacturing is no worse than that in alchemy." Mother Sheng said.
"He has a high talent for mecha manufacturing, and he prefers mecha manufacturing." Sheng Heng couldn't judge whether Yan Hao had a stronger talent in pharmacy or mecha, but he hoped that Yan Hao could do what he liked.
Moreover, every time Yan Hao saw something related to mecha, his eyes were shining. As for potions, Yan Hao was much more casual. Whether it was the formula of sedatives or medicine for hand injuries, he gave them casually, as if he was giving something insignificant. He was completely different from when he modified the Black Soul.
"Such a person with extraordinary talent, and also a disciple of Master Zhong, Sheng Heng, you want to..."
"No." Sheng Heng refused before his mother could finish her words.
Mother Sheng raised her eyebrows, her eyes moving back and forth on Sheng Heng's face, as if observing something.
"Mom, Yan Hao is a very conservative person. I don't want to involve him in factional struggles." Sheng Heng said.
"But he is your partner. Just for this reason, he is tied to us," said Mother Sheng.
"I didn't tell anyone that Yan Hao was the one who modified the Black Soul." Sheng Heng paused and said, "If the mimic driving system can't be improved any further, Yan Hao and I will naturally end our partnership after graduation. At that time, he will enter the research institute of Master Zhong or Master Pang and become a pure mecha maker."
"You like him, right?" Mother Sheng said suddenly.
"What?" Sheng Heng was distracted for a moment.
"You like him!" Mother Sheng was completely certain.
Sheng Heng has a calm personality and has been doing things steadily since he was young. Even when his family opposed him to take the mecha department exam, he was not so excited. However, in the conversation just now, Sheng Heng lost his composure several times in a row.
Moreover, in a family like theirs, factional struggles are the norm, and it is a habit to win over talented people when you see them, because if you don't win them over, others will. And it's not a bad thing to win someone over to your own side. There is only one explanation for Sheng Heng's strong opposition, that is, he cares about this child named Yan Hao so much that he is unwilling to use any tricks on him.
"Mom, I like him, but..." Sheng Heng didn't know how his mother saw it, but no matter what, he still didn't want to involve Yan Hao.
"But we haven't caught up with him yet." said Mother Sheng.
"..." Sheng Heng's ears suddenly turned red with embarrassment.
"Okay, mom knows what you mean, just do whatever you want." Mother Sheng rarely saw her son like this, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
"Thank you, Mom."
"But you have to work harder. As long as you catch him, Yan Hao will still be a member of our family."
"Mom..." Sheng Heng wanted to say something else, but the call was unilaterally hung up by his mother.
If Yan Hao had not taken Master Zhong and Master Pang as his teachers and had the security and ability to be independent, Sheng Heng would have planned to recruit him into the Sheng family. Yan Hao was too outstanding and too simple. A genius with extraordinary talent but no scheming was the easiest to be coveted. Sima Mingxuan had already noticed Yan Hao after just two encounters.
On the other side, Yan Hao took a shower in the dormitory. When he finished his shower, He Shao just came back from get out of class. The two of them left the dormitory together and went to the cafeteria to eat together.
The two of them chose a seat by the window. While eating, Yan Hao told He Shao what happened on the desolate planet.
"This semester, I mainly focus on learning about level-VI energy blocks. I will try to learn how to make them before the end of the semester, and after my sophomore year, achieve an efficiency of over 70%." When He Shao heard that Yan Hao had reached the top of the overall points list just by selling level-VI energy blocks, he immediately strengthened his determination to learn how to make energy blocks.
"Okay, I'll teach you later." Yan Hao said with a smile.
"Please help me review the mecha circuit diagram first. The teacher will ask questions tomorrow." He Shao said with a chuckle.
"I'll help you review after dinner." Yan Hao agreed immediately.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside Yan Hao.
"elder brother."
Yan Hao's hands froze while he was eating. He raised his eyes to look at the person beside him, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared.
"Why are you here?" Yan Hao asked.
"I have something to talk to you about. Brother, why didn't you reply to my message? You didn't even answer the call." Yan Fei said aggrievedly.
"Because I blocked you." Yan Hao said directly.
Yan Fei didn't expect Yan Hao to block him. He was shocked and aggrieved.
"Brother, why did you block me? Did I do something wrong? No wonder you didn't respond to my messages and videos during the summer vacation. Because of this incident, my parents are very worried about you."
"I just blocked you, but I didn't block my parents. They are worried about me, why don't they call me themselves?" Yan Hao said.
"..." Yan Fei froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
He Shao saw Yan Fei just standing there, with an expression of being bullied, and the words he said were also disgusting. He couldn't help but stand up and said: "Hao, I'm done eating, let's go back to review."
"Yeah." Yan Hao didn't want to pay attention to Yan Fei at all, and wanted to leave with the plate.
"Brother, I have something to talk to you about." Seeing that he was about to leave, Yan Fei quickly reached out and grabbed Yan Hao.
Yan Hao ignored him and swung his left arm to push the man away. He didn't use much strength, but Yan Fei somehow lost his balance and leaned backwards, falling onto a passing student.
"Yes... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Yan Fei apologized quickly.
"It's okay." The man chuckled and gently supported the person.
This voice sounds a little familiar.
Yan Hao subconsciously turned around to look: Sima Mingxuan? The two male protagonists have reunited?
Sima Mingxuan also saw Yan Hao at this time. He was about to greet Yan Hao with a smile, but just as he opened his mouth, Yan Hao looked as if he had seen a ghost, and ran away faster than a rabbit with the dinner plate in his hand.
"..." Sima Mingxuan.
Is the evil spirit still in me? It's been five days, and it hasn't dissipated yet?
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