Rebirth of the first interstellar empress

Smart No. [-] obviously misunderstood Nan Jing's original intention, but said in a disappointed and indignant tone: "If Landis is not willing to stand up for you, and he is indifferent when he sees someone bullying you, he must not be worthy of you!"

Speaking of impassioned, Smart One flashed a black light to express anger - because black is the color it hates the most.

"If you want to cheat or break up, I will definitely stand by your side!"

Although these words were quite different from what Nan Jing expressed, Nan Jing suddenly felt warm-he always thought that Smart One liked Landis more, so it can be said that he admired him, but he never thought that he would even do it for him. The male gods are gone.

I was so moved that I was about to cry!

Just as Nan Jing wanted to express his gratitude to Smart One in a soft voice, he understood it. The baby voice sounded hesitantly——

"Oh, of course, you can't stop me from silently liking the male god, after all he is so perfect."

Nan Jing: "..."

Well, it doesn't matter.

Frankly speaking, since the first day Smart One appeared, Nanjing did not regard it as a pure machine.

There is always self-awareness, and there are always independent feelings-whether it is joy, anger, sorrow, joy or likes and dislikes, Smart One already has everything that belongs to a "human" except that it has no entity.

Nan Jing likes to think of him as a little friend who always has a smart mind but always blows up frequently and is arrogant and awkward.

If Smart One knows these thoughts, it will definitely raise its tail to the sky, so Nanjing doesn't intend to tell it.

A few minutes later, Nan Jing followed Edmond to the first-level mecha training room.

There are not many people in the training room, and they are all from other departments of the school, such as the School of Medicine and the School of Letters.

But when they saw Edmund driving the mecha, no matter whether they were training or resting, they all turned their eyes in a daze.

One of the instructors saw Edmund getting off the mecha, and walked past wondering, "How did you get it here?"

Edmund said, "There are students who want to use it."

Use this mecha?

"Hahahahaha, who the hell is so talented and can choose it?"

The teacher laughed and left without seeing Nanjing, who was about to have low air pressure.

Edmund patted Nan Jing on the shoulder, signaling him not to be sad and discouraged.

"It's okay, I wouldn't, I won't mind." Nan Jing said pretending to be relaxed.

At this time, a door with a height of seven or eight meters was opened on the glass wall. Nan Jing looked over and found that it was a mecha transmission tunnel. A five-meter-high first-level mecha was passed out and landed firmly on the ground .

Immediately afterwards, a student stood up from the rest seat, greeted Edmund, smiled meaningfully at Nan Jing, and walked into the mecha swaggeringly.

The mecha turned around twice, then bounced and ran away.

Nan Jing: "..."

The blue veins on his forehead were full of black lines, and Nan Jing looked at Edmund who was laughing suspiciously, and asked a little annoyed: "Since you can use the conveyor belt, why do you have to drive the mecha all the way? come over?"

That looks so silly!

He said how everyone he met along the way looked at them like "what the hell did I see" like a fool.

Edmond waved his hand: "Okay, okay, after lubrication, you need to move your muscles and bones, and take a few steps to check if there are any problems with the parts. You should do these things, but I happen to be a responsible teacher, so you You don’t need to be too touched or thank me too much.”

Well, recalling the creaking and stiff left leg of the mecha, Nan Jing thought it made sense but couldn't refute it.

Edmund first explained to Nan Jing how to enter the mecha.

"For a mecha master who owns his own mecha, there are many ways to enter the mecha, because after the mecha and the pilot's mental power are correlated, they can directly identify its owner and release it from multiple parts in order to achieve The pilot enters the mech cabin as quickly as possible."

Edmund went on to say: "Of course, for ordinary mechas, that is, those without any mental power or not enough sources of consciousness used by the mecha maker during the production process, it is relatively simple to say."

Nan Jing can understand this point, because the distinction between mecha levels is based on the production materials, and the second is the consciousness source level of the mecha maker.

The source of consciousness is a rather wonderful power, which is produced in the pineal gland in the brain, which can bring powerful invisibility capabilities to mechanical mechas, and finally determine their functions and levels.

The mecha master's mental power not only needs to match the level of the mecha, but also matches the source of the creator's consciousness. Only in this way can he achieve a satisfactory tacit understanding with his mecha.

But the mecha that Edmund called "brick" doesn't have that ability at all.

There's only one way to get in - climb up, open the hatch, and jump in.

Edmund demonstrates to Nanjing.

"This is the most basic and simplest method. Although there is no technical content at all, everyone can make the same effect, but at least this is a method that everyone can do."

I saw his right foot suddenly raised, stepped on an inconspicuous protruding point on the leg of the mecha with his toe, and the whole person leaped up like flying into the air, and then he used his hand on the arm of the mecha. After picking it up, he took a light step forward and stood firmly at the entrance.

The whole process took less than ten seconds and seemed quite enjoyable.

But to Nan Jing, what the hell are these things?

"This is the physical fitness under the influence of the level of ancient martial arts." Smart No. [-] explained at the right time.

Nan Jing looked at Edmund, who seemed so far away, and secretly wiped off his sweat. He wanted to ask if there was any other way to get in.

Edmund was about to go down, but found that Nan Jing hadn't followed him, so he squatted down and looked down at Nan Jing to greet him: "Why don't you come up?"

Nan Jing said with a bitter face, "Can you do it again?"

Edmund: "..."

As the most responsible teacher, he had no choice but to jump down in shame, and climbed up by stepping on various climbing points with his hands and feet, like a monkey who was born to climb trees.

Nan Jing only hated why he was not a monkey.

Smart No. [-] has been defeated by Nanjing, so he pretended to be dead and retreated.

Ten minutes later, Edmund entered the control room without a word, and made the mecha bend down. Nan Jing stood in the hands of the mecha, tightly hugging the thick metal arm, and was lifted directly into the control room.

The area of ​​the control room is not large, it can only accommodate two people, Edmond sits in the main driver's seat, and Nan Jing sits in the co-pilot's seat next to him.

Edmund stared blankly at the external screen of the mecha, already tortured to the point of speechlessness.

Judging from Nan Jing's jerky entry method, Xiaokui's description of him is not an exaggeration at all.

It was at this time that he completely believed Xiaokui's words.

Unexpectedly, the Sifal Military Academy actually has students who have never entered a mecha, and even the level of Guwu is so low that they will die.

Really asking for trouble.

"Um, that... I'm sorry."

Nan Jing was quite guilty and uneasy, he was really ashamed of his poor performance.

It seems that we need to add some time to the ancient martial arts training, Nan Jing thought.

Edmund waved his hands as if resigned to his fate and said, "Forget it, my ability is not very good anyway, and it will be more fulfilling to teach you."

Nan Jing was very moved.

"But having said that, take the time to improve the ancient martial arts level. Entering the main cabin of this kind of mech only requires a first-level ancient martial arts level. As long as you find a way to practice hard, you can reach it in about one or two years."

"One year or two years?" Nan Jing's eyes fell out of the window in fright!

what is this?

Originally, he vowed to quickly improve the mecha control technology, but he didn't expect that it would take a year or two to enter the mecha in a way that is not so ridiculous and clumsy and makes people laugh out loud?

What are you kidding?

Edmund didn't want to hit him very much, but he didn't know what excuses to find, so he could only tell the truth: "Your genetic level is D, and it would be good if you can improve by one level in a year under the leadership of a good mentor."

"What if it's a very good instructor?" Nan Jing thought of Landis and wondered if he would be the one to teach him, would he improve faster.

Edmund asked casually, "It depends on which one to look at. If it's my level, it will take about ten months."

Originally, I wanted to say Landis, but thinking that Edmund didn't know who Landis was, Nan Jing had an idea and thought of another one.

"Where's Ellens?"

"Ellens?" Edmund was stunned, and then said: "You mean Ellens Black?"

Nan Jing nodded, "That's him."

Only one of the ancient martial arts department knew him.

Edmund looked at Nan Jing with complicated eyes for a long time, until Nan Jing's heart was trembling, and he said deeply: "If it is Erens, you will be able to break through to the first level of Gu Wu in less than half a year. But the premise is that he never trades at a loss, and of course he does not trade money."

Nan Jing already had a preliminary understanding of Ellens' abilities. The ancient martial arts level was at level eight. When he was in the dormitory that day, if he supported Yun Tianyi, he should be weaker than Lantis...

Nan Jing suddenly regained hope for the future, and his eyes lit up.