Chapter 6 My Brother Appears
Just like someone who has never learned to drive will definitely have problems the first time they touch the steering wheel.
I also pilot a mecha.
I don't know how to start it.
…Shouldn’t there be a beginner’s guide at a time like this???
For example, a pretty AI girl appears and tells me what to do, then forcibly guides me to click and operate. Although I hate forced guidance, isn't it a bit too laissez-faire to leave it all to myself without any guidance?!
Or does this training room assume that everyone knows how to drive a mecha?
Is your world so scary?!
Every person is a mecha master, right?
So a basic mecha appeared in the entire training hall, standing still and not being activated - oh, probably in order to simulate the most realistic mecha, this mecha also had traces of time on its body according to the time it left the factory.
Commonly known as paint peeling.
Such a basic mecha with peeling paint looks particularly out of place in the hall full of various cool mechas, and it looks even more out of place because it has not moved for a full ten minutes.
I'm about to get embarrassed for others - oh, it's me, that's okay.
"It seems like this is his first time here." Looking at the old-fashioned basic mecha parked in the middle, Angel's attention was drawn to it. "Brother Morse, should we go help him?"
Sitting next to him was a young man wearing the same rabbit mask as Angel. The two of them were sitting in the same mecha, which was a homemade replica of an actual mecha in reality. It was unique in the entire training room.
Angel Jerrins has not awakened his mental power, and his family does not allow him to use virtual mental power to operate the mecha, so now he can only sit in his cousin Morse's mecha. This is also his favorite way to relax in recent years - pestering this group of teenage playmates who are older than him to take him to experience the feeling of a mecha.
He has been in this training room for a year, and this is the first time he has seen someone who can't drive a mecha here.
Because everyone has more or less learned about the operating principles of mechas on the Star Network since childhood - it is even a compulsory course in some aristocratic elementary schools.
Maybe he is an ordinary person from a poor family, Angel thought.
He chose the most basic free mechas that no one else chose.
"Your nosy habit has come up again?" Morse looked at his cute brother with disgust as he walked over there.
"It won't do any harm. Maybe it will be the same when I drive a mecha for the first time in a few years." Angel looked at the silent mecha.
And for some reason, he always felt that he had to go and see, as if there was someone very important there.
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I am studying.
The "Introduction to Elementary Mecha Theoretical Knowledge" that I just downloaded from Starnet is also clearly marked with the words "suitable for beginners aged 3-6 years old".
Are you all going to start raising your future interstellar kids this early?
And I didn't expect that Ars, that planner, would forget to teach me this.
It's only natural that I don't know about this without internet access, but why would they, who were born and raised here, forget it? Is it because I'm so precocious and have common sense that they assume I know all this stuff?
In short, after watching the basic operations for five minutes, I roughly know how to turn it on and off. I have been considering operating it directly with mental power. Lin told me that direct mental driving is prone to lack of coordination, so it would be easier to learn mental driving after becoming proficient in manual driving.
But plans cannot keep up with changes.
[Ding ding ding, host, please pay attention, the protagonist is about to appear——]
Um?
Um? ? ?
Wait a minute, if I remember correctly, Angel shouldn't have awakened his spiritual power yet, so why is he here——
I have to shield my face—
Oh oh oh, I'm in the mecha now, they shouldn't be able to see me.
"Hey, do you want me to help you?"
A message popped up in front of my eyes, signed with a string of garbled characters. The owner must have turned on privacy protection and not displayed his real name in the training room.
I looked at the mecha in front of me, which was obviously different from the other mechas. It was gorgeous and noble in every way, so I quickly pressed the automatic shooting button.
This non-mainstream mecha with all kinds of glaring, off-color and gradient colors, and the extremely arrogant tone just now, is most likely a middle school boy around the group's favorite younger brother, maybe my future brother-in-law.
So as long as I keep this obviously embarrassing-looking mecha, it will definitely become someone's black history in the future.
As a mature adult, how could I let go of this opportunity to leave a dark history?
Maybe because they saw that I didn’t reply for a long time, another message popped up from the other side.
"Do you need help? It looks like this is your first time in this virtual training room. I can be your guide."
Well, this enthusiastic tone.
It's Ingres.
It turns out that the mecha can accommodate two people, right?
No wonder Angel was able to appear without awakening his spiritual power, and appeared so suddenly.
I kind of miss seeing Ingres.
It turns out that without me knowing it, I missed my younger brother, who had been dependent on me for three years, so much.
"Thank you. This is my first time flying a mecha here. I don't know how to operate it."
Looking at the message sent from the other side, Angel smiled. Morse next to him was still sulking because Angel glared at him for his rude tone just now.
"I'll open a separate lounge, let's go there and talk in detail~"
After Angel replied with ease, he pulled the basic mecha opposite him into the newly built lounge.
In the lounge, the mecha disappeared automatically, and he saw a young boy about the same height as him sitting opposite him, wearing a somewhat funny paper bag headgear.
"Hello, my name is... Alger, and I'm twelve years old."
He heard the boy with the paper bag head opposite him introduce himself like this. His voice had been deliberately modified, and it sounded like an AI electronic music. He paused slightly when he said his name.
Is it a pseudonym?
No, that's not right, Alger is his real name.
So familiar...
Have you seen this somewhere?
It wasn't until Morse looked at him with a strange look that Angel woke up from his dream. "My name is Angel, and this is my brother Mor. If you are twelve years old, can I call you brother?"
Ingres himself didn't know why he said this. He only knew that if he didn't say it now, he would definitely regret it.
In his subconscious, it seemed as if the name Alger must be followed by the word "brother".
But the boy with the paper bag head opposite stopped talking.
Angel felt uneasy. Just as he was about to say something, the young man named Alger suddenly spoke—
"Just call me Alger. My brother might not like being called brother."
For a moment, Angel felt a pain in his heart.
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I felt a little timid when I saw the question asked by the little boy in the rabbit mask in front of me.
Oh no, Angel won’t notice anything, right?
You know, my younger brother is a future SSS-level person. His memory will come back sooner or later. Maybe he feels a little familiar with me now.
I shouldn't have said my real name just now. I feel a little regretful.
…I was blinded by my brother and subconsciously told him my real name. Fortunately, this name doesn’t mean I’m a wanted criminal or something.
Now that I have recognized my brother, my mission will only fail.
Over the years I've come to understand what it means to be dark.
——My mission is to be the control group for the protagonist's younger brother, to make this world of group love literature reasonable, not just beautiful and happy. It also has to have dark and dirty aspects. Even if this part will not be shown in the novel, it must exist in a complete world. This world relies on this novel, and it must also be higher than this novel.
But once this novel is finished, my mission will be accomplished.
I secretly asked the system, and the completion standard is that my younger brother gets married and lives a happy life.
I feel like it will take at least another ten years.
Anyway, let's dispel his doubts now.
As long as I invent a younger brother, he shouldn't have any strange associations.
——Besides, I even lied about my age by two years in order to conceal my identity.
My younger brother seems to be having a very happy life, and the middle school boy next to him seems to be very obedient to my younger brother. His mental strength doesn’t seem to be as high as mine, so he shouldn’t be my brother-in-law.
Don't worry, this kind of middle school boy will not bring happiness to my brother.
Now I will follow my younger brother to learn how to drive a mecha. If my younger brother teaches me how to drive a mecha, I will not feel embarrassed at all.
How can it be called trouble if it troubles your own family?
"Did Alger just awaken his spiritual power?"
Angel asked and I nodded.
I just woke up, feeling very refreshed. I was lying in the medical room yesterday.
"I remember the teachers at school taught the basics..." Angel suddenly remembered something. "Excuse me, could you please tell me Alger's mental power level?"
Angel is indeed a little angel. He must have realized that I have never been to school.
Yes, that's right, I am a school dropout now.
My education was all thanks to those unreliable criminals in Xingyun. The only reason I haven't grown up astray is because I am a reliable and mature adult inside.
"I have A-level psychic power. The planet where I live is quite far away and there are no schools nearby. I have been receiving home education."
Announce it as A-level to the outside world, this is also what Lin Qian repeatedly instructed.
"Oh? You're also A-rank?"
After hearing what I said, the tall boy next to me couldn't sit still anymore.
——After all, although the Empire's A-level mental power is not as rare as S-level, it still belongs to the genius category. Most ordinary people either have no mental power, or are at D-level, C-level, and B-level, which is enough for an ordinary family to bring honor to their family and be promoted to the Empire's military.
…
Looking at it this way, not counting Nebula, we have two S-class, more than a dozen A-class, and quite a few B-class. It doesn't seem strange that we would become a top star pirate group.
"Alger, have you ever considered coming to the Capital Planet to study?"
Angel's eyes lit up, "If you're in A-level, you'll be directly admitted to basically every college."
I'm a little tempted, to be honest.
However, based on my understanding of the people in my family, they probably wouldn't let me leave Nebula until I was fifteen.
Especially Ars, he is too passionate about raising his children, and he hates the Empire.
If he knew I was going to school in the Imperial Capital, I'm afraid I would see him on the news the next day going alone to the Imperial Capital as a terrorist.
"I'm the heir of the family... Maybe my old...father won't let me travel far before my family education is complete."
I said it ambiguously.
"Coming here to train is also the course my family arranged for me."
Look, the character of this heir to a hidden family has been established!
Angel seemed a little disappointed after hearing this, but a friend request popped up immediately and I quickly accepted it.
It’s easy to get my brother’s contact information!
Then I began to be taught by Ingres and the boy named More.
I'm not sure what Angel is thinking, but that guy named Moore must be competitive. Even I can feel that he wants to fight with me.
I say, what's wrong with you young boys in the future interstellar space?
Do you like fighting so much?!
In short, with their cramming teaching, I finally learned the basic operations of the mecha, and even learned a lot about Star Network trends and current hot memes.
I feel like I have finally evolved from a primitive man who just got access to the Internet to a middle-aged person who knows how to use the Internet.
Thanks to Angel, he still surfs as fast as he did when he was a kid.
"Hey, Alger, let's compete. I'm using the same mecha as you."
After watching me finally get a smooth ride, More challenged me.
Ah, this familiar feeling.
I opened the personal information signature column in advance.
I feel like I'll be able to complete my wish from the previous chapter in a moment.
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