Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

After all, the body of young people can withstand the toss.

Coupled with the best medical care, Ge Xiu’s injury quickly recovered. Although Admiral Drost still hoped that he could cultivate at home for a period of time, under the strong request of Ge Xiu, he finally Still relieved, he reluctantly agreed to enroll him in accordance with the stipulated time.

——Of course, under the premise of wearing a medical wristband.

The school day is coming soon.

Ge Xiu did not take the suspension train of the Mecha School.

He was drove to the college by the housekeeper of the Drost family, and because of a large number of procedures to be processed, he was absent from the opening ceremony.

Under the arrangement of General Drost, Ge Xiu successfully carried out a parallel transfer and directly transferred to the second grade of the Mecha Driving Department.

Since there is no downturn, the requirements will naturally increase greatly.

His academic tasks this year will be twice as heavy as others, and he must pass a test at the end of the school year before he can continue to stay in the Mecha Driving Department, otherwise he will be transferred back to his original academy.

Ge Xiu has no opinion on this.

After everything was done, the assistant robot took him to a path that was completely opposite to the direction of the Mecha Nursing Department——

At the end of the line of sight, a huge black building stands.

It is the center of the well-known Mecha Academy of the Federation, and it is the top hall for everyone who dreams of becoming a Mecha pilot.

The dark door sensed the incoming people and slowly opened to both sides.

The area inside is astonishingly wide, and it is almost inexhaustible with your eyesight. It is completely covered by solid-colored black metal and has a low-key, cold and heavy beauty.

The front seems to be a circular field for mecha training.

Dozens of young teenagers lined up on the edge of the ring field, all seeming to be waiting for something quietly.

Ge Xiu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

He originally thought that the first thing he would be exposed to would be theory courses, but he didn't expect... it would be practical courses directly?

Standing in front of the team is the instructor who teaches basic knowledge in this class. He is a tall middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life and serious face. A deep scar stretches from the side of his ear to the bridge of his nose.

He beckoned to Ge Xiu: "You are here just right."

Ge Xiu walked closer.

Only then did he see that at the forefront of the academy column, a number of youths who looked more young and immature seemed to be lining up to do something.

The mentor refers to the end of the team:

"Come on."

Ge Xiu glanced at the front of the team calmly-something seemed to be shining with a faint blue light, and the surrounding metal surfaces were coated with a light blue layer, which looked quite strange.

He retracted his gaze and walked to the end of the line.

In this world, the confidentiality of the structure and operating principles of the mecha is extremely well done, and it is almost difficult to find any useful information on the Internet.

When Ge Xiu came to this world, the information transmitted to his mind was also very rough and general.

Aris Drost also doesn't care about mecha driving, and he only wants to pursue love. This makes the mecha knowledge in his memory not only ambiguous, but also completely unorganized and summarized, just a little bit easterly. A mass of scattered sand-that's why he crashed right after he drove the mecha out of the teleportation cabin, causing Ge Xiu who came later to have to **** other people's mecha and leave.

Ge Xiu was also half-guessing the driving of the mecha. Based on his rich experience in dealing with machines before, and the pitiful part of the knowledge in Ayers's mind, he finally started the mecha.

The team moved forward little by little.

Finally, Ge Xiu clearly saw the complete appearance of the instrument in front of the team-the instrument was like a huge replica of the spine connector in the mecha cockpit. Rows of small numbers flashed on the floating screen in front of the team, swiftly Leaping.

The teenager in front of him stepped onto the instrument.

With two slight mechanical sounds of "Kaka", the spine connector covered up, and in just a few seconds, a new report appeared on the screen:

【Mentality value: 76】

【Level: Good】

The teenager exhaled as if relaxed, stepped off the instrument, and walked quickly into the group.

At this time, there were no more obstructions between Ge Xiu and the instrument.

The azure blue rays emitted from the screen illuminate his face unobstructed, reflected in his dark eyes, like light blue fireworks ignited in the dark.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes and walked up slowly.

The slight sound of mechanical movement rang behind his ears, and the cold touch came through the uniform of the academy, fitting his spine piece by piece.

connection succeeded.

A few seconds passed, and the numbers on the screen flicked across, but there was no exact report like the student just now.

One minute passed.

There was still no movement on the azure blue screen.

There was a commotion among the students waiting below, low murmurs sounded in the crowd, and countless speculative gazes, open or dark, stopped on Ge Xiu who was standing on the instrument.

Although Ge Xiu's expression was still calm, he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart.

The instructor hurried forward, looking for whether the machine was malfunctioning.

He hadn't looked at it for long, when the blue screen flashed suddenly, and a clear number appeared on it:

【Mentality value: 0】

【grade:? 】

The students waiting at the side were in an uproar, shocked and looked at each other, whispering to each other.

"How is it possible?" "What happened?" "...I don't know"...

Even the instructor standing next to the instrument was confused.

How is this... possible?

The mental power value can be understood regardless of the level, but it is absolutely impossible for the mental power to be 0! Unless the person dies, it is impossible for the brain wave to read 0!

He let Ge Xiu down, and randomly found a student to stand up.

The result was displayed on the screen in less than five seconds:

【Mentality value: 81】

【Level: Excellent】

The instructor told the students to go down, and then asked Ge Xiu to stand back.

This time the instrument reported much faster than when he stood up for the first time, and the test index quickly popped up on the screen:

【Mentality value: 0】

【grade:? 】

The instructor frowned in confusion. Now he didn't know what was going on.

A deliberately raised voice rang abruptly in the crowd: "Perhaps his father did something to him again."

There was an uproar among the students.

Ge Xiu glanced in the direction of the sound.

——It was a slender blonde teenager. He had light blue eyes and a beautiful and delicate appearance, but his face had undisguised malice. He gloated at Ge Xiu who was standing on the instrument.

Ge Xiu somehow felt that this person was familiar.

He rummaged in Ayres' memory and suddenly realized.

The young man’s name is Percy Ayres. He is the only omega in the mecha driving system. He used to pursue the genius pilot Igor, who was still the second year of mecha driving in the first grade, but was ruthless. Rejected, because he and Igor have seen more meetings than Ays who is in a different line, so Ays is listed as the most competitive rival in love.

...It's these love gadgets again.

boring.

Ge Xiu retracted his gaze lazily.

After realizing that the other party did not react to what he had just said, Percy's beautiful face was distorted for a moment, but before he could continue to say anything, he was suppressed by the instructor's loud voice:

"Discipline! Discipline!"

No one questioned the majesty of the instructor, and the crowd soon quieted down.

"It may be that there is a problem with the instrument. I have contacted the student to check it." The instructor frowned, and said to the students in front of him with a serious face: "Now, the first-year student who just finished the mental performance test. Step forward, you will have the first mecha driving in your life!"

As soon as his voice fell, a huge door slowly opened on the dark wall.

Several huge mechas shining with silver light appeared in front of everyone.

The faces of the freshmen were mixed with surprise and fear-they had dreamed of this moment since they applied for the mecha driving system, but what they didn't expect was that this moment would come so soon.

They haven't started learning anything yet, and they don't even know anything about mechas!

Can this be driven?

The instructor provoked an inexplicable smile: "I have always believed that learning should come from practice. It is better to let you try a boring theory class, so that you can have a deeper impression."

The faces of the second-year students present were tense, but their eyes shone with a smirking smile.

Obviously, they also experienced all this when they enrolled in school.

The instructor turned his head and glanced at Ge Xiu, his expression froze suddenly, he was entangled for a while, and finally he said: "Well...you just wait by the side, wait until the instrument is repaired and retested, and then you can drive for the first time. ."

Ge Xiu nodded obediently.

There was a very light sneer not far away—Ge Xiu knew who made it without turning his head.

He had a faint expression, and stared at the new students entering the mechas one by one without changing his face.

The roar of mecha activation rang out, but within a minute, the freshmen in the cockpit rushed out one after another. They stumbled and climbed out, their faces pale and ugly, and they threw their crooked legs into the field. Besides, holding the trash can that he had prepared earlier, he started to vomit.

Some freshmen didn't even insist on going out of the court, and started to vomit when lying on the ground.

Unscrupulous laughter from the crowd.

The instructor’s voice is like Hong Zhong: "See it! No matter whether your mental power is high or low, you are powerless in front of the mecha driving system! Without training, no matter how high your initial mental power is, it is incompetent waste! Even the engine I can't bring it."

And every freshman is blushing, almost unable to lift his head in embarrassment.

Ge Xiu frowned slowly, and a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the second-year student closest to him, and asked in a low voice: "Does everyone react like this the first time they drive a mecha?"

The second-year student glanced at him and nodded.

Percy let out a sneer, sarcastically speaking, and said in a weird manner: "What? Do you think you are better than them after going up?"

Ge Xiu glanced at him indifferently, and then directly withdrew his gaze, even too lazy to waste time on him.

And his indifference angered Percy.

Percy's angry brows were raised, but the next second, his eyes rolled, a sly smile appeared on his lips, and he suddenly raised his voice:

"Mr. Yost, our new classmates also want to feel the feeling of manipulating the mecha."

Teacher Jost glanced over, and he frowned: "What?"

——Ge Xiu really wants to try it.

Because he really wanted to figure out why he did not have the same problem as these students when he drove the mech on the battlefield before.

Is it because the mecha models are different?

Ge Xiu nodded, and a harmless smile appeared on his lips: "Yes, I really want to try."

Percy was stunned, and didn't seem to expect that he would cooperate in this way.

But Jost frowned: "No, this is the school's rules and regulations. Students who have not undergone mental testing are not allowed to drive mechs."

Ge Xiu was a little lost and pouted.

But it doesn’t matter. After all, after he enters this department, he will always have the opportunity to try to drive the mech. Sooner or later it will be a matter of understanding this puzzle——

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from above everyone's heads:

"Let him try."

It was the voice of a man.

His voice is low, there is a long-standing inattention, and a heavy pressure that is hard to ignore, which makes people subconsciously want to withdraw or obey.

All the students present were taken aback, and at the same time they raised their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, his dark pupils look unpredictable.

The entire venue is a huge circular arch, and the circular training ground is surrounded by an observation platform. The light outside the observation platform is dim, and only a figure sitting in the dark can be barely distinguished-no one knows when he came. No one knew how long he had been there.

But Jost's reaction was the biggest.

His face suddenly became ugly, and a clear look of fear flashed under his eyes.

Yost took a deep look at the direction of the sound, then retracted his gaze somewhat stiffly, and nodded at Ge Xiu.

His voice is a little unnatural:

"Come on."