nebula story

After marking a high score of 98 on the grade book, he began to call the next one: "Next! Andy Hall."

A young student at the bottom responded and trotted up to the podium.Suppressing the panic in his heart, Andy desperately recalled the explanation he hurriedly heard from Chesu before going out.

Damn, I shouldn't have gone to the biggest bar in town last night and didn't come back until midnight. I just remembered that there was an assignment due today, and I didn't realize until this morning that the assignment seemed to be input and explained by the students themselves - last night Just take the time to ask Chesu about the specific details of the program he compiled!

Thinking back to Chesu's brief explanation before leaving the door, he sweated coldly, took out a few things from his pocket, and put them on the podium bravely.

"What is this?" Frowning, Teacher Yan's face stretched long, and he looked at the furry thing and a few thin wooden sticks suspiciously.

"This is...the most popular blended wool this year, and the needle for knitting the wool." He hesitated to explain, and Andy only felt that the cold sweat was about to drip down.

Damn it, the weather is so cold!

"then?"

Where can I get the answer, Andy had an idea, and smiled obsequiously at the mech instructor with a smirk: "Why don't you take a look next time? Maybe there will be surprises!"

Not daring to talk nonsense anymore, he cautiously wound one end of the ball of wool around the clumsy mechanical fingers of the mecha, and then put the few woolen needles in the three metal knuckles of the mecha, and carefully wrapped it on the mecha's chest. Enter a series of commands on the control panel.

Watching his extremely unfamiliar gestures patiently, Teacher Yan's face became more and more ugly.What the hell is this stupid student doing!

After checking it several times and confirming that there was no typo in his super slow speed, Andy secretly heaved a sigh of relief.Chesu, this guy, shouldn't cause him any trouble at critical times.

After a moment of hesitation, he pressed the "Confirm" button.

With a slight tremor, the arm of the mecha in front of it began to execute the order.Different from the exaggerated movements made by other students, this time the mecha's movements are extremely small, the whole body remains motionless, only the two arms are slightly raised, and the clumsy finger joints mechanically repeat the same movements , entwined, hooked, worn around.

There was a moment of silence in the class, and after everyone saw the action of the mech clearly, there was finally a burst of wild laughter: That mecha!Actually imitating the movements of housewives knitting sweaters, it looks decent, but it is full of serious sense of disobedience!

"Do you fucking want me to be like a bitch?" The naughty student from before yelled like an electronic machine, and the laughter in the classroom was even louder, almost toppling the roof.

Andy secretly groaned in his heart, wishing he could find a hole in the ground to get in, this little freak Chesu, what kind of plane did he use to come here to bully his young master!But the teacher didn't call to stop, and he didn't dare to go down. He just stood there like a light on his back, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

After laughing for a long time, the classroom gradually became quiet, and people began to notice Teacher Yan's strange expression.The ex-military instructor with a stern face kept watching the mech's slight movement of knitting, and his expression became more and more strange.

The students became more and more quiet, watching the gradually lengthening thing in the mecha's hand, and slowly holding their breath. ——The ball of soft wool has become smaller and smaller, and the shape of a silver-gray scarf can already be seen from the thing hanging down by one hand of the mech.

It seems that there is nothing unusual, but several students with excellent homework have gradually changed their faces, including Fan Zhong who was sitting in the first row and his eyes gradually became sharper.

——It is not difficult for the mecha to make a rough and powerful attack, but it is much more difficult to make a slight movement, not to mention such an extremely delicate thing as knitting wool?

Those with sharp eyes can be surprised to find that the ten fingers that the mech is rarely used for actual combat actions seem to be alive. How delicate angle calculations and complicated and powerful programming capabilities are required in advance? !

Under that exquisite and powerful program, the mighty mech's movements are so leisurely, but there is a strange sense of rhythm in its clumsy posture. No one controls the speed, but obviously the program comes with self-test and adaptation instructions. The speed of the mecha began to accelerate, and at this time it had already far exceeded the speed of human weaving. Looking at it, the fingertips of the originally mighty and majestic battlefield mechs moved deftly and naturally, and the range of micro-movements was so elegant, just like a real Housewives are immersed in the fun of weaving in the afternoon.

With a "click", the movement of the mech that had remained unchanged suddenly began to change. Under the pre-set instructions, the knitting movement was changed, but after 1 minute, this simple scarf had completed the final narrowing part. It stopped silently.

A small soft scarf was draped between the dark palms of the mech, fluttering slightly, with a kind of mischievousness and confidence.

"Go on." Nodding, Instructor Yan's iron-faced black face was already very relaxed after seeing Fan Zhong's demonstration just now, and now he even showed a very faint smile.

The sharp-eyed students below gasped. The number that the teacher Fang wrote down in the grade book should be a three-digit number, so——[-] points? !

Sitting upright in the middle of the first row, Fan Zhong's indifferent face remained calm, but there was a slight emotion in his deep blue eyes.

When Andy passed by him, he suddenly raised his head and gave this ordinary-looking classmate a cold look.

He remembered that this year's Royal Academy of Engineering admitted four of the top ten candidates in the country, and there was only one person ahead of him. Yes, that person's name was Andy Hall. ...

Stiffly returning to his seat, Andy pricked up his ears to hear the whispers around him, and he wailed in his heart.He doesn't want such a high grade, no! ——The next closed-book exam is not a failure. If this continues, no one will find it strange, right?

It was like sitting on pins and needles until the end of get out of class, enduring the envious and admiring eyes around him, until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he quickly jumped up from his seat.

Just as he was about to run outside, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. He raised his head in surprise, and met an arrogant and serious face. "Student Fan Zhong?..."

Fanzhong, the only son of the vice-marshal of the empire who stood upright and rigid, looked at him condescendingly: "Student Andy, I admire your performance today."

"Ah, thank you." With a flattered smile, Master Andy made up his mind not to reveal any details - this school is full of aristocratic children from all kinds of prominent family backgrounds, even if they can make friends with a few of them, It may be of great benefit to the future journey of life.

"But I despise your operation design concept." Staring at him coldly, Fan's thin and graceful lip line opened and closed, and spit out sharp words, "The imperial army spent countless money and the painstaking efforts of technicians to manufacture the machine. Armor, it is to face the cruel federal enemies on the battlefield, not to be used by you to show off your tricks!"

Looking back at the mecha that was still standing on the podium, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed hatred: "Student Andy, your program is indeed very delicate, but this kind of micro-movement of the finger joints is extremely useful on the battlefield. Second, it will wear out the micro-moving parts of the mech extremely, do you think this is interesting?!"

Cold sweat broke out slightly on his forehead, and Andy opened his mouth silently, not knowing how to answer at all.

"Although the teacher gave you high marks, I look forward to using your talents in more worthy places." Slightly raising his chin, Fan Zhong looked at him with sharp dark blue eyes, seeing that Andy was a little confused Unable to restrain dissatisfaction and anxiety surfaced, "You are the only one in this school who seems worthy of being my opponent. I hope you will not let me down."

Before receiving Andy's response, he had already turned around and walked away proudly. Probably because he was born in a military family, his young back was particularly upright and his steps were sonorous.

"Hey, is it lucky or unlucky to be regarded as an opponent by Fan Zhong?" A noble student next to him patted Andy on the shoulder sympathetically, and laughed, "But, student Andy, you are really amazing , it is said that Teacher Yan has never scored full marks in this class!"

Standing blankly in the classroom, Master Andy showed a sad wry smile at the classmate beside him, and sighed inwardly. ——Damn Chesu!

A few hundred meters away in the noble student villas, Chesu, who was hanging her clothes out to dry, suddenly sneezed loudly!

Unlike the classrooms where public teaching is being conducted, Building No. [-] of the training base far away from the college is particularly quiet today.

If you observe carefully, you will find that, unlike the quietness immersed in academic research in the past, today's silence reveals a slightly different tension.Several commoner students who were about to enter the building were politely blocked from the door: "Sorry, please come back tomorrow. There are important guests from this building today."

Surprised to see the armed soldiers blocking them, the students turned around and left quickly with interest.It was not the first time that some important figures with sensitive identities came to the Royal Academy. As commoners, they naturally knew when to keep their mouths shut and not to inquire or discuss.

Each research room on the [-]th floor should have been full of students who followed the professor to design or experiment, but at this time they all disappeared without a trace.

Close to the entrance of the corridor and the elevator, there are plainclothes men with strong stature and sharp eyes guarding silently. In the huge floor, only the door of a research room is open, and there are vague words coming from inside.

A young man dressed in a simple daily imperial military uniform stood upright in the room. His shiny cowhide military boots were spotless, wrapping his straight calves. His blond hair was just the right length, and it was neatly curled under the military cap. , bowing respectfully to Professor Thrall.