All the stars thought I was ALPHA

Brian looked at the light blue floating screen in front of him, and the green line on the screen indicating the best route was reflected in his eyes. At the same time, a figure who was much shorter than him was also reflected.

He finally couldn't help but turned back to Asa and said, "Mr. Greer, do you have any instructions?" He couldn't concentrate on driving the mech with such a focused gaze.

Asa was awakened by him from the state of extreme concentration, and it took him two seconds to understand what he meant. He smiled shallowly: "Sorry, I'm just curious about the structure and traveling skills of this mech. If I If I guessed right, this mecha should still be under testing, would it be risky to use it?"

Although the inner compartment of this mech is very clean, it can still be seen from some details that it was repaired not long ago. He is still not used to this kind of thing. What happened before reminded him The pain of being engulfed by flames when the plane crashed inevitably left him with lingering fear.

Brian was shocked by his gaze, and Asa's eyes were exactly the same as those of the professional teachers in the computer room, as if he was about to rush to dismantle the mecha in the next second to see what was wrong: "This machine is indeed a test machine. machine, but you can rest assured that this mecha is overhauled by myself, and there will be absolutely no major problems."

Asa turned back to Edmund and said, "Mr. Edmund, can I try?"

Edmund has been sitting silently behind him, and he was a little surprised when he heard this: "It is very difficult for a person with zero foundation to use mobile armor for the first time, which is very dangerous."

"Then..." Asa hesitated. Although he wanted to try, he didn't want to cause trouble for Edmund.

"However, you can try." Edmund stood up, walked to him and signaled Brian to hand over the driving authority to Asa, and Brian had to exchange authority with his own brain and Asa's brain, Then he gave up his position: "Be careful."

Asa sat in the cockpit under Brian's worried eyes, took a deep breath, and Edmund whispered beside him: "Now you have switched to the open driving state, you can..."

His words came to an abrupt end when Asa's fingers moved.

Asa's fingers danced nimbly on the floating screen. When many floating windows popped out, he almost only needed to extract the key points, and he could proceed to the next step immediately. He even repaired two windows in his spare time. Due to the data loophole that Bryan missed, the overall stability of the mecha has become much more stable. You must know that any improvement is crucial to the mecha itself, and this will play an unimaginable role and power in actual combat.

Brian was almost speechless. Few of their bases could match Asa's speed.

When this kind of person arrives at the base, he is a genius who is sought after by the teachers.

The way Edmund looked at him gradually changed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You did very well."

……

The Marshal's Mansion is located in the center of Wright's first planet, not too close to the slums. About two hours later, several people finally arrived in this city named Apal.

Apal is a veritable capital of the powerful, and the vast majority of political personnel live here. At the same time, it also has the most famous actual combat training base on the first planet of Wright and the interstellar private academy that brings together many talents.

Under Edmund's guidance, Asa carefully parked the mecha at the door of a polygonal building with a silver-white appearance. In addition to their mecha, there were also many mecha models that were undergoing maintenance. The scene was chaotic, but It can be seen that there is a certain division of land.

Asa was led down from the mech by Edmund, and he felt many probing eyes looking at him, and after seeing the people around him, he quickly lowered his head.

"This is the branch of Spielt's actual combat training base," Edmund explained to him in a low voice, seeing Asa's eyes brighten after seeing so many mechas, "Those are actual combat models that malfunctioned during training."

Asa nodded: "Hands are sore."

Brian almost knelt down for him, and Asa's hands were sore until now. If it were him, according to Asa's efficiency, he would have lost his strength.

Is that the ability that normal people should have?

In two hours, he not only devoted himself to driving, but also took the time to familiarize himself with the various functions of the mecha, and even improved the speed and overall efficiency of the mecha by at least three and a half levels. Most importantly, Asa was equivalent to Driving with zero experience - but is he really zero experience?

Brian gave him a suspicious look, then decided to ignore it, since it didn't really matter to him anyway.

Edmund squeezed his palm and fingertips for him. His strength was neither light nor heavy. It didn't take long for Asa to hook his little finger, but he didn't let go of his hand: "Itchy." He turned his head and looked around, "Where's Mr. Carlisle?"

"Father still has important matters to deal with, so I will accompany you today, and I will return to the Marshal's Mansion later," Edmund said.

"Let's go in." Brian interrupted their conversation, pointing to the silver-white door designed as an irregular polygon, "I heard that Mr. Cleland is here today."

Cleland is the chief instructor of the Interstellar Private Academy, and he will come to the actual combat training base every two months to do guidance work. It is a coincidence that they came today, and Cleland happened to be there.

Edmund nodded, Brian took Ryan to some unknown place, Asa followed Edmund and stepped into the gate, and what he saw was an extremely open training ground, which was designed to resemble an ancient Roman bullfight. It has the shape of an animal field, with a circular training ground in the middle, surrounded by hard explosion-proof materials and transparent shelters, and surrounded by auditoriums. Asa looked around, it can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

In the center of the training ground, there are two humanoid mechas preparing for work, and it seems that they are going to have a competition.

When one of the red and blue mechas was testing the mechanical arm, the weapon slot at the front of the mechanical arm touched the edge of the training ground, and a scratch was left on the wall that seemed as hard as iron. Several mechas The teacher hurriedly rushed up to repair this wall, and the field was delayed for a few minutes. A young man wearing the same color training suit as the mecha also came down from the cockpit of the red and blue mech. People seem to be in good spirits.

"I suddenly understood why the maintenance of the mecha should be carried out outdoors." Asa watched the red-haired boy rush to the mecha master and bowed down to apologize, and pointed to the partition material that could not be made of material, "here Everything can be completely protected, and at the same time, any slight mistake can cause unimaginable hidden damage to this place."

Edmund looked down at the top of his hair, his eyes slowly moved down, and finally landed on the protruding glands on the back of Asa's neck that exuded a beautiful and seductive aura.

He raised his hand, pretending to wrap it around his shoulder inadvertently, and gently pulled his collar up with his fingers, covering the position of the gland.

Asa recovered from his curiosity, only then did he realize that the two of them were almost touching each other. He silently looked at Edmund's big hand around his waist, and suddenly thought that they had only known each other for the next day.

It's only the second day, is it too intimate?

"Look there." Edmund suddenly lowered his head close to his ear, and Asa's heart skipped a beat the moment he spoke, and he quickly shifted his attention to find the direction his finger was pointing at.

Edmund was referring to a silver-haired old man sitting in the auditorium opposite them. Asa learned from Ryan yesterday that the average lifespan of the inhabitants of Wright First Planet and all other branch planets in this world is about 200 years. , become an adult at the age of 20, and will maintain the appearance of this age for more than 100 years, and will gradually grow old after 120 years old. Even so, the population density of the major planets is still the same as that of the world where Asa lived Far from it.

The silver-haired old man's hair has become thinner, he wears a gray hat that looks like a fisherman's hat, and his face is also covered with mottled wrinkles. He looks at least 150 years old.

He sat on the edge of the auditorium, but Asa found that his position was very clever, so that he would not be noticed, but he could still see the entire training ground.

"Is that Mr. Cleland that Mr. Brian is talking about?" Asa asked.

Edmund nodded, and was about to say something, when he heard a piercing sound like an engine starting from the center of the training ground, which made people's ears hurt. Asa couldn't help stretching out his hands to cover his ears. Covered with a pair of warm hands, Asa raised his head, and Edmund covered his ears with his hands. He smiled, and put his hands down himself. When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Clareland who was opposite him showing a contemptuous look at him. Laughing, as if mocking him for being a brat who doesn't understand anything, who can't even stand the sound of the mecha starting up, and still wants to come here to suffer.

Asa squinted his eyes indiscriminately, and enjoyed Edmund's ear covering service confidently. Cleland looked at him and almost didn't come up in one breath.

The two humanoid mechas had already adjusted their combat status. The red and blue mechas took the lead. Instead of using long-distance weapons to attack the enemy, he charged directly at them. The enemy's mechas were obviously It was the first time I had confrontation training with this boy. I didn't know his fighting habits, so I couldn't dodge for a while. Seeing that the heavy mechanical arm was about to hit the cockpit, the most vulnerable part of the mech's body, he slammed down. He bent down, thinking that he had avoided the blow, but when he turned around, he faced the mechanical arm that had adjusted its direction.

With the help of the pusher, the mechanical arm smashed the cockpit of the opponent's mech with a punch, and a white thing popped out of the cockpit. It was the protective gas cover that wrapped the driver and bounced out, landing on the side of the training ground , a group of BETAs in sea blue uniforms rushed up.

Cleland, who had been sitting across from him, clapped his hands and stood up, looking with satisfaction at the boy who got down from the red and blue mecha.

Asa's face darkened: "This violates the interstellar combat norms."

He does not believe in any religion, and only follows the inherent rules of the industry. Even if it is to win, he does not agree with the behavior of playing dirty tricks.

"But on the battlefield, the principles of interstellar combat mean nothing. Only one fatal blow can protect our people of Wright." A strange voice sounded behind Asa, "Major General Edmund, the person next to you must be yours." Little fiancée? Looks like a child!"

The two turned around and saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a white coat, but the white coat that was supposed to be clean and tidy was full of dirty stains, and his hair was so long that it covered his eyebrows. Decadent, but those amazingly bright eyes are really hard to ignore.

He stretched out his hand to Asa: "It's the first time to meet you, Mr. Greer, I'm Mills Edro, the chief mech engineer at Spielt's actual combat training base. From now on, all your knowledge about mechas will be controlled by I teach."