The Herrscher of the Rock God in Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 8 I wasted time

"Candidate."

Zhongli looked at the gray-haired old man with a straight face and was stunned for a moment. Then he quickly reacted and clarified his identity. At the same time, he also understood why the old man asked this question. After all, he was not more than ten years old to assess mecha design.

There are very few people who are teachers.

After all, the mere need for mental strength and mecha knowledge limits most people who do not meet the age limit.

"Candidate? You? At your age, you probably don't even understand the structure of the mecha. How did the association let you in?"

Facing the old man's disdain, the polite smile on Zhongli's face was a little stiff. Although he had experienced it in his previous life, the Douluo people's age-based concept was too unpleasant. Young? Young?

What's wrong? Could it be that a group of elderly people changed the world?

Although he also knew that his current age would not help others to look down upon him, this did not prevent him from secretly complaining.

Although the old man despised him, he did not jump to conclusions directly. Instead, he took his design drawings back to his desk and began to make serious corrections. Although he had high doubts about Zhongli's ability, he would not make perfunctory decisions.

Something troublesome.

As he made corrections, he discovered that Zhongli's analysis of this powered robotic arm was very correct, and even the guess he wrote below was very good. The assessment of the first-level mecha designer only requires the ability to analyze the questions

The body structure of the model is basically considered qualified.

If you can design a core array construction concept that conforms to the template on this basis, you can get a high score.

As for Zhongli, his work can definitely get full marks, and he does not doubt that Zhongli has prepared in advance, because the mecha parts used to assess low-level mecha designers are completely random, and there are many types, which cannot be prepared in advance.

Assessment.

And this also means that the design drawing made by Zhongli is entirely his own strength. This is really unbelievable. After all, he looks only seven or eight years old! And the Mecha Designers Association is currently the most

The young first-level mecha designer is nine years old.

"call."

After taking a deep breath, the gray-haired old man raised his somewhat slack face and looked at the indifferent little boy sitting behind the examination desk with a pair of cloudy eyes. A thought arose in his mind: "Monster."

At such an old age, you can draw this kind of design from an ordinary powered robotic arm. What is it if it's not a monster?

"How was it? Did I pass?"

Zhongli's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but he still maintained a certain degree of respect. His mentality did not seem to have changed because of the old man's previous ironic words, which made the old man a little embarrassed. This little guy behaved so well that he seemed

A bit mean.

"Passed, this is your certificate of passing the first-level mecha designer assessment. You can go back to the first floor to register with your real name and receive the official badge. In the future, it will be much more convenient for you whether you come to receive tasks or to take assessments. Moreover, your citizenship status

It will also be updated simultaneously.”

"Thanks."

Zhongli bowed and then took his own assessment. It proved that in the Sun and Moon Empire, whose civilization was biased towards Western society, more people accepted this kind of Western etiquette. After all, compared to Douluo's native etiquette, this kind of foreign etiquette was

The etiquette is more elegant, so it has been turned into the representative etiquette of gentlemen and ladies by the nobles.

Zhongli doesn't care about other people's evaluations of him, because their evaluations don't substantially affect him. He doesn't care about other people's slander of him, because as long as the slanderer dies, he doesn't need to care anymore.

What the old man didn't see was that the moment Zhongli turned around and left, the expression on his face suddenly turned into one of extreme toothache.

"Why don't I go? Why did I forget that there is no news at all about the mecha design system assessment? Tsk, I actually applied the assessment standards from a few years ago to the present. Ha, I just hope that no one will notice me now.

Just a little person."

At the reception desk on the first floor, while Bai Ling was filling in the identity information that Zhong Li had reported truthfully, he felt in his heart that the world must be crazy. A seven-year-old first-level mecha designer has no other possibility except a spiritual martial spirit.

?

However, he is actually the son of the Star Core Group. With the strength of the Star Core Group, even collecting some natural and earthly treasures is not a big deal for them.

Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved. After all, in this world, there are always some people who are born with a silver spoon in their mouths. Is it terrible to have a good background? I am afraid that others have a higher starting point than you, have better talents than you, and work harder than you.

There is no comparison at all!

After filling in the information, Bai Ling handed Zhongli a silver-white badge made of fine iron. The badge was in the shape of an inverted pentagon, with silver-gray edges. In the center of the white badge was about the size of a small knuckle.

Miniature relief of blue drawings.

Under the miniature relief, there is a small black five-pointed star.

Simple and clean. These are the characteristics of this badge.

Yes, I definitely don’t say that because there is nothing interesting to see.

Not long after Zhongli left, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared at the stairway on the first floor. He looked at the receptionist at the front desk and said hurriedly: "Quickly, give me the information of that first-level designer.

!quick!"

Just before the receptionist could react, a deep but powerful voice sounded: "Chen Zhong, why are you still so impulsive at such an old age?"

"Wen Liang, what do you know? Didn't you realize the true value of that design drawing?"

"What's the value?"

Seeing the excited look of the tall and thin old man, the gray-haired old man who had previously examined Zhongli raised his own questions, but what he received in return was the tall and thin old man's ridicule: "Can't you see? Huh, you deserve it all your life.

There is no way to break through to the level four mecha designer."

"Wen Liang, why are you still attacking me personally?!"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder between the two old men was getting stronger and stronger, the receptionist quickly handed over Zhongli's information. Although the old man didn't say it clearly, anyone could guess it with his buttocks.

"What? Seven years old?! Are you kidding?!"

Roaring sounds rang out in the reception hall. The old man named Chen Zhong looked at the personal information in front of him with a somewhat broken expression. For a seven-year-old first-level professional, this was unprecedented in any industry.

But when he saw Zhongli's identity, he calmed down instead. He was the son of Zhong Wuyou, the chairman of Xinghe Group. This, this was unacceptable!

Becoming a first-level mecha designer at the age of seven, doesn't this mean that Zhongli now has the spiritual power of the psychic realm?! How is this possible? Isn't the Zhong family's martial spirit a rock? Isn't that thing an elemental martial spirit?!

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