Rebirth Star Array Master

Chapter 22 Mecha

Yuan Zhao thought about it, and quickly forgot about the secret method, and excitedly told them about the new mecha competition rankings released by the Holographic Network, who was on top, and who was dropped by a hundred places.

Cheng Yiyi didn't even know who it was, and lost interest after listening for a while.

Suddenly, they asked: "Xiao Yiyi, have you ever played a mecha game on the holographic network?"

"No."

Tan Song suggested, "You should go up and get used to it early. I have been playing for more than a year before I entered the top 5,000. The qualifiers will start tomorrow in November and end in February of the next year. After that, we will go directly to the physical league to help you adapt."

There isn’t much time.”

Cheng Yiyi: "..." She didn't expect that at this level, it would take three months to complete the qualifiers, during which she would definitely have to practice physical mechas.

I didn't feel pressured by the fierce instructors just now, but now I feel pressured.

A salty fish like her, she can stay at home and cultivate immortals and play with formations, but it is very difficult to exercise and learn mechas like she is urging people to do it!

The professor from the Mechanical Engineering Department had already talked to her and told her that her homework was average and unremarkable, and she had no outstanding performance at all. Why did she choose this major?

How can she answer the question, can she fulfill the wish of a deceased child? But she hasn't found an interest in mechas yet. If she doesn't become interested, she won't be able to achieve results.

After coming back to her senses, she accepted Tan Song's suggestion, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll register to play tomorrow."

"Then remember to tag us in the group and tell us your online name so that we can watch your game and find some jokes." Yuan Zhao teased with a smile.

Cheng Yiyi rolled his eyes: "Where is our friendship? Can we still be good friends?"

"When did we have such a thing as friendship? There is only brotherhood." Zhang Huaiqian said boldly: "Brothers are used to dig holes and fill them."

"Screw your brotherhood, plastic sisters are just the same." Cheng Yiyi punched each of them and went back to the dormitory.

In today's class, the professor did not assign any homework. Cheng Yiyi carried a watering can to water the green potted vegetables and check whether they were infested with insects.

Then I pinched some green onions and cooked some plain noodles. After eating the dates, I started carving the formation stones.

Now she is very good at carving formation stones. She no longer needs to carve one stone to recover like before. When she is in good condition, she can carve four blocks in a row. When she is in bad condition, she can only carve two blocks. But overall, she is slower than before.

The crawling speed is much better.

After carving the formation stone, she registered a new account on the holographic website and separated from Yichen. Because the name could not be repeated, she tried several names and finally came up with the new online name of "A ball of mechas who only want salted fish".

After all registrations were completed, she left the cabin without any combat training.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, procrastination broke out, and I fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up early the next morning, she looked in the mirror and saw that her eyes were a little swollen and blue. Unknowingly, she thought she had cried.

Today was Sunday. She originally planned to go to training, but her body, which had not rested for days, couldn't stand it anymore. She reported to instructor Wan to ask for a day off to adjust her mentality.

Instructor Wan would still take care of the reserve player's mentality, so he agreed.

Cheng Yiyi, who got the holiday, almost couldn't help but jump up in front of Instructor Wan.

Ever since she found out she could take a day off, the corners of her mouth were raised the whole time.

After her tense nerves relaxed, she put on a small skirt that she hadn't worn for a long time, combed her hair into a bun, looked young and beautiful, and set out for the museum with her food box in hand.

The entrance fee to the museum in the second district is ten stars, and the annual pass is only three hundred. Because it is lined with green trees, many elderly people will buy an annual pass and go inside every day to enjoy the cool breeze.

The security guard who brought Cheng Yiyi in for the interview recognized her. After all, the primary school students were taller than her, not to mention a junior classmate from a higher education institution who was really impressed.

Seeing her again, the security guard smiled at her and said, "Come to visit?"

"Yes." Cheng Yiyi paid ten star yuan, and the security guard opened the small gate and invited him in.

Cheng Yiyi was a little strange. She always felt that the security guard was overly enthusiastic. When she met Aunt Zhao, she found out that the deputy director Zhou Bo had been fired and Zhou Liqiang, the fake and powerful person, had also been kicked out. The mood of the entire staff was so high that everyone in the security guard smiled.

Aunt Zhao didn't mention him, but looked Cheng Yiyi up and down, "The school food must be very good, this little face finally has some flesh."

"Yeah." Of course the food is good, and it's all her own stock. Cheng Yiyi brought some twists to Aunt Zhao to show her intention.

Of course I have a purpose for coming today.

She planned to visit the mecha hall of the museum. The mecha department couldn't always be at the middle level, and she would be embarrassed. It would be better to find what she likes, and it would be much easier to just show interest.

Visiting the mecha museum requires a tour guide, so Aunt Zhao accepted her twist and took it upon herself to take her there as her tour guide.

Until now, Cheng Yiyi had never touched the school's physical mechas. She looked up at the mechas displayed in the open air, full of traces of time.

These mechas are not collectibles, so you can get close to them. Cheng Yiyi stood on tiptoes and could touch the highest point of the mechas, the calves. The first-generation mechas were bulky, hand-operated, not very flexible, and the joints were a bit stiff.

The connection structure of the first-generation mecha definitely requires hand speed that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

In the eighth generation of mechas, technological innovations, the emergence of the holographic network, and the birth of mechas that connect to spiritual power.

Due to limited space, the museum only displays the first ten generations of mechas.

Cheng Yiyi touched it all over, especially the tenth generation one. She finally had the urge to take it apart. It reminded her so much of the puppet in the previous life. She was very interested in how the circuits worked and where the power source was.

Aunt Zhao watched her jump up and down for two hours and couldn't help but marvel at how energetic the young people were.

"Thank you, Aunt Zhao, I'm fine." Cheng Yiyi finished reading and patted the dust on his clothes, "Can these mechas still be used?"

"It can be used, but the energy core was cut out." Aunt Zhao looked far away, "They are all honorably retired mechas, and they have been piloted by more than ten people. Being able to survive from blood and fire means that they carry history.

Very profound.”

Cheng Yiyi nodded. She was one of the old antiques and understood how important history was. However, she was not here to explore history, she just wanted to save her mecha maintenance class homework, which was in danger.

Back at school, Cheng Yiyi wrote a questionnaire. She knew what types of mechas the school had in stock. Based on the models, she wanted to know what suggestions the students had for improving the mechas. It didn't matter if they were unrealistic. She liked the unconstrained ones.

Imagine.

After completing the questionnaire and training together in the evening, she found Tan Song and the others and gave each of them a small bag of prepared cookies. "Sorry for the trouble, seniors, please help the poor guy from the maintenance department fill out the form."

The form was in electronic form. After taking over Cheng Yiyi's cookie, his reluctance disappeared after tasting the cookie.

I feel that the elementary school girl in front of me is quite good at being a good person, and dim sum is not just something to fool people.

Instructor Wan also got a form, looked at the contents carefully, and joked: "It seems that you are in a good mood and still have the energy to do your homework for senior students. Why, you don't need to ask for leave in the future."

"No?" Cheng Yiyi blamed himself for being so stupid so he gave the instructor a share, "Instructor, you should be a human being, no, instructor, please be a good person. I finally found the direction I am interested in, and you can't kill it. Who let me

I am double majoring in two subjects, and the professors from the Mechanical Engineering Department have come to see me twice. If I don’t give them some grades, they will drag my grades from just passing to failing.”

Cheng Yiyi burst into tears, clutching his conscience and accusing the instructor of being unkind.

"Who asked for leave, I approved it." Instructor Wan showed a look of disgust, but he still helped her fill out the form, "Okay, everyone go back and rest."

Who doesn't know that he forced her into the mechanized warfare department? She was willing to squeeze in time to take care of her studies in another department, and he wouldn't make things difficult for her.

Cheng Yiyi immediately stopped pretending to cry and blew kisses to the seniors, "Thank you everyone, just fill it out and send it to my email. Good night."

Everyone shook their heads helplessly, and were accustomed to Cheng Yiyi's changeable appearance. It was just a small form, and it was treated as a good classmate.

When Cheng Yiyi returned to the dormitory, all the forms had been received.

She summarized the questionnaire, which divided it into several types. The seniors all had mechas that they were good at, but the seniors would focus on balanced development in multiple aspects, while the seniors would focus more on one type.

The heavy-duty mechas are bulky because they carry a lot of thermal weapons, so they want a more flexible body. The assault-type mechas are light, so they want to make up for the lack of attack power. There are also comprehensive mechas with average values, and they want to increase their endurance.

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Their dreams are not much different from whimsical ones. Tanks are destined to be impossible to be flexible, lightweight mechas are destined to give up high-attack thermal weapons, and as for the issue of battery life.

Cheng Yiyi tilted her head and thought. If science couldn't solve it, leave it to metaphysics. Maybe she could. But before that, she had to figure out the power system of the mecha.

Put this aside for now and include it as a research project.

It's no joke that a mecha master can be regarded as half a maintenance engineer. These seniors and seniors are very familiar with mecha modifications and told her some of the small changes they have made without any secrets. There are successes and failures, let's go first, Cheng Yiyi

List the successful ones, and then list the failed ones in a row.

Deleting, deleting, and subtracting, Cheng Yiyi sorted out the information. She rubbed her eyes. It was one o'clock in the morning. If she didn't sleep, she wouldn't have the energy to go to class tomorrow.

Once interest rises, people tend to get excited and suffer from insomnia. The next day, Cheng Yiyi went to class again with two dark circles under his eyes.

Mecha driving class.

Tan Song touched her furry head and said pitifully: "I have been a thief these past two days."

"Say something humane." Cheng Yiyi glared at him.

Yuan Zhao approached her with a playful smile, "Yesterday's cookies were delicious. We want to buy some to take home as souvenirs."

They were thinking about eating shit early in the morning, and Cheng Yiyi said leisurely: "How about you go to my dormitory and I will teach you how to do it."

Tan Song, Yuan Zhao, Zhang Huaiqian: "It can't be done."

Lyle looked up at the sky, "The weather is really sunny today."

"That's nonsense, it's obviously snowing." Cheng Yiyi just finished speaking, looking at the falling snowflakes outside in surprise, wailing, "What a tragedy, my food was not brought into the house."

Tan Song and the others: "..."

I'll post it early today. I have something to do today and tomorrow. Tomorrow's article may be revised and posted later. Dear friends who go to bed early and get up early, don't wait any longer.

(End of chapter)