Chapter 5 Whose Training Schedule
The news that I announced that my mental power level was S-level spread throughout the base that day, and then I found that no one was surprised at all.
This attitude of yours really makes people think you've seen a lot of S-class characters! It makes it seem like the character's younger brother, who you copied all of them, is just a cliché! ! !
Before I could even utter my protest, Lin dragged me over to my cheap dad. He had just recently returned to the base and said he needed to rest for two months. It just so happened that I was tricked by the system and burst into the medical room with my mental power.
But he didn't even look at me!
This heartless man who only says that I am his most important son!
But maybe it's because of my appearance that he is looking forward to retirement life more and more.
Little did he know that I, his eldest son, was planning to throw them all into jail and give them a perfect retirement package.
Let's not talk about the above for now. Anyway, when we arrived at his office, Lin didn't say a word. He pulled out the light computer and played him a few files. He saw my inspection report accurately from them.
"SS level, so amazing, you are worthy of being my son." The cheap dad said while touching his chin.
Let me remind you, cheap dad, I'm just an adopted son. Although I may be SSS-rank, it's normal for me to only have D-rank mental power!!! My mental power level has nothing to do with you!!!
As the person who adopted my brother and me, please don't forget this, okay?!
And then not long after, Ars came knocking on the door—
Then, I, Cheap Dad, Lin, and Yars were in a three-party trial that seemed harmonious but was actually undercurrents.
For some reason, we started discussing my education issues.
Yars insisted that I start practical training in mechas. He even made a five-year plan in such a short period of time that was detailed down to every day, every hour, and every second. I took a quick look at it and felt that I might not live past the next five years. I think his plan can be summarized as "One year of training, four years of actual combat: mecha funeral services from entry to burial."
As a reliable doctor, Lin felt that I should wait another two years. After all, the normal age of awakening should be 12 years old at the earliest. My mental strength is unstable to begin with. What if I suffer from any sequelae by then? I should focus on training my mental strength in the next two years. Then he also took out a schedule. After reading it, I decided to take back what he said before about how reliable he was.
Cheap Dad thought that what they said made sense, so he asked them to convince each other, and whoever won would use whose schedule.
As for me, I didn't dare to speak. If I spoke, the three of them would instantly unite as one.
As someone who is being educated, this made me realize that pushing children too hard is contagious.
They argued for two hours and I almost finished off Cheap Daddy's snack stock.
My dad is the kind of dad in a widowed family who is raising children. He usually doesn't show up, and when he does, he can only bring some snacks to the children, but parents who take raising their children seriously may be pissed off.
"Captain, don't feed Alger these things. His nutrition is carefully formulated. These things will affect his physical condition and may even cause his height to deviate—" Lin pulled out his notebook. "And I remember I said these things aren't allowed in the base. Many of the indicators in your recent physical examination report are unqualified."
Will raised an eyebrow and pretended not to hear, but I saw him silently put down the potato chips in his hand.
Ars didn't say anything. He was also the one who failed the physical examination - but it was because of muscle injury, commonly known as overtraining.
Great, it looks like Lin won. He even has the energy to come and watch us eat snacks.
Good news, I don't have to pilot a mecha for actual combat from entry level to burial.
Bad news, I have to train my mental strength and strictly follow a healthy diet to virtually pilot the mecha.
However, based on my many years of experience in reading literature, I, the virtual driver, might accidentally meet the protagonist's younger brother who has completely forgotten me, or even meet his current relatives and friends.
It’s a bit lonely to think this way, after all, I was the most important person to him before.
But now he doesn't even remember my existence.
The protagonist of a group pet article will be loved by everyone, and I am no exception.
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"You have two years to temporarily escape from my control. Are you happy, Alger?" Ars asked me with a sour face after we left Cheap Dad's office.
To be honest, he looks a lot like the high school student in a TV series from a certain country in my previous life.
He would say, "There's a party at school, and only one person won't be invited. Guess who it is?" Then he would tease the poor student. If the poor student resisted him, he would get very angry.
But Ars is a child who is obsessed with raising a child. He is obsessed with a very strange kind of upbringing.
I would describe it as a bullying-style upbringing.
That is to say, I am a mature adult, otherwise I would have been twisted by Ars's education, and I might have blown up the Nebula Lair and this group of weird criminals one day.
Oh, never mind, this might be a reward Yars.
He might even say something like, "Alger, this kind of vicious and crazy behavior is what a qualified leader of a star pirate group should do!"
By the way, Ars's mental power is also S-level, but he relied on drugs to forcibly upgrade it from A-level. However, only this group of pirates could agree to minors using this drug that has long been banned by the empire.
The result of this drug abuse is that even if I blow up this damn planet, these freaks with A-level and above mental power will not die.
"It's my pleasure, Ars. I hope you won't be lonely and give yourself two more injections of illegal drugs, and then blow up your muscles that have always been on the verge of breaking point."
This is what is called "Birds of a feather flock together." After being tortured by him for so many years, I have become very skilled at speaking sarcastically and expressionlessly to Ars.
"Your basic training will still continue with me, and since you've awakened your spiritual power, the intensity of your training will increase. You don't really think you can escape my control, do you?" He grinned. "I'm crafting you like a piece of art, my lovely little crow."
I:……
A bit perverted, to be honest.
And don’t just assign me the role of a crow just because my cheap dad’s title is “White Death”.
Even if the crow is a bird that announces death, many readers will not understand this logic!!!
It's a bit too childish, brother.
If our world were a game, our conversation would be placed in the game dialogue, and might be enlarged and bolded by fan girls and printed on a banner, and then taken to some famous exhibitions to hang it up. The booth would also display the not-so-innocent fan fiction books about Ars and me, and would be brought out and talked about from time to time.
Wait a minute, that shouldn't be the case...
We are both innocent, at least I am absolutely innocent.
Thankfully, this is a novel, and since the main perspective is from the protagonist's younger brother's side, what happens on my side should not be known.
It turns out that adolescents like Ars should spend more time with people of their age. If they stay with this group of dirty adult criminals for too long, they will only become perverts.
Why am I surrounded by perverts?
I should secretly run away to find my dear brother. If I stay here any longer, I’m afraid I will become a pervert too.
"You're cursing me in your heart, right?"
"I don't."
He asked quickly and I answered quickly.
Then I got into a fight with him, which ended with me being pinned to the ground.
He looked refreshed, and as a tolerant adult, I expertly took out a portable therapy device and removed the bruises from his body - to be honest, I felt a little sad just by this level of skill.
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Although it was an online training, my cheap dad restricted my network access. Fortunately, I had been tricked by the system before and fainted, so I was finally able to connect to the Internet.
By connecting to the system, I can also surf the Internet happily without leaving a trace, and no longer be a laggard.
I just have to be careful not to let my cheap dad find out about this - probably because my brother's news was used as an incentive for me to stop slacking off and train seriously, so my cheap dad is always worried that if he opens all permissions to me, I will be lazy.
On this point, he still uses gangster logic. If he says no, then it means no. So in the past few years, I have been living an off-line pastoral life in the interstellar future.
In other words, the technology in the original world was not so advanced, and the demand for the interstellar network was not so great. If it were someone else - for example, my little brother who knew how to live broadcast at the age of three, he would probably have been unable to bear it.
At times like this, I would thank my past self, even though I can no longer remember it.
I would also like to thank the system for choosing the future world for me, where it is easy to go from frugality to luxury.
[Thank you for the compliment, I will continue to work hard~]
No, I didn't compliment you.
It is very simple to conduct virtual training on the Star Network. After entering the virtual training room, you just need to customize your image and then choose a mecha. The optical brain will automatically match and recommend the mecha that best matches your mental power. You can also choose it yourself. Even because it is virtual, many people who cannot drive mechas in reality can also simulate different levels of mental power through the Star Network and drive different types of mechas in the virtual world.
However, people who can actually drive mechas will not choose to simulate mental power, because if they are used to high-level mental power driving in virtual driving, there will be problems with driving in reality if the actual level of mental power does not match.
When driving a mecha, even the slightest mistake could result in death.
But I am here to train my mental strength, in order to stabilize my SS level as soon as possible, or even reach the threshold of SSS level, so I have to find the feeling of SS level.
I decisively turned on the simulated mental power and adjusted it to SS level.
I don't have a preference for mecha, but Lin forced me to choose one.
The most basic model, without any additional capabilities, is generally driven by people who require the lowest level of mental power to drive a mecha. Even ordinary people without mental power who want to simulate mental power will not choose this model.
And let me use it to get a top ten ranking in the virtual training room within two years - you know, those people at the top of the ranking are actually a group of mecha experts.
If you can't do it, let me train according to Ars's training schedule.
I swallowed my rebuttal the moment I heard it.
According to Ars's training schedule, I would be in my teens.
...I always have a feeling that I will upgrade myself next, play the role of Long Aotian, or pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. It's a bit embarrassing and a bit exciting.
I didn't refuse. Who doesn't like the feeling of dipping your toes into the ground and feeling secretly happy?
I have it all thought out. When I get defeated, I will change "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Don't bully the young and poor." into my personal signature in the training room.
Give future people a little shock of the old-fashioned upgraded online literature.
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