nebula story

——This is a special countdown for the two of them, it only belongs to them!

Some administrative and logistics personnel walking on the trail on the campus, and researchers who had other tasks in the laboratory and could not arrive to watch the celebration, also stopped with great interest under the reminder of word of mouth. Looking up at the real-time broadcast on the light curtains that can be seen everywhere in the campus.

The two red lights are on at the same time, and the total time is exactly one second!

No. 084 Andy led by nine seconds in the first assembly race, and No. 425 Fan Zhong just overtook it by nine seconds in the second manipulation race!

After the entire crowd of onlookers held their breath in amazement, they all burst into applause. "Wow, that's fine too! If I didn't know that they didn't interfere with each other in the closed room, I would suspect that the two of them deliberately colluded, let's have a show to stimulate the atmosphere!" Some students couldn't help but widen their eyes, envious Looking at the series of accuracy and hand speed data on the huge light curtain incomparably.

"Even if you want to collude, who can control yourself not to get high when you are so concentrated? How can you control the speed of your hands!" Bai Bai glanced at the juniors beside him, and a fourth-year senior snorted coldly, "Be careful not to let Fan Classmate Zhong heard what you said, otherwise he would feel insulted, and he might ask to have a one-on-one duel with you!"

Sticking out his tongue, the freshman smiled and pointed at the data on the light curtain: "I know, I'm just joking! Although No. 084 is a little behind in this game, but one of the three main data seems to surpass Fan Zhong's data. Why!"

Sure enough, Fan Zhong was the No.1 on the screen who completed all the movements, and No. 084 Andy was the second.The three main data included in the individual event records are instantaneous hand speed, average hand speed and movement accuracy.

Fan Zhong's highest instantaneous hand speed has blatantly broken the school-level record, and his average hand speed is slightly higher than Andy's, but in terms of the accuracy of the whole set of movements, he is slightly lower than his opponent.After the whole set of extreme and fast movements, both of them inevitably mixed several failed movements, and they had to re-challenge the same movements to complete. The accuracy rate data caused by this failed movement was 084% for No. 95.8 player Andy, and 425% for No. 93.2 player Fanzhong is [-]%..

"Distinguished guests and classmates, everyone has also seen it. A scene that was so amazing that it can be called a miracle appeared in front of us. Fan Zhong and Andy were actually 9 seconds ahead in the first game, and the other was [-] seconds behind in the second game. Seconds—According to the information provided by the students I just got, although they are not in the same major, they often meet in large classes and study the same courses. This makes me a little curious, these two students are really not Are you sympathizing with each other and giving in to each other?"

Lauriner laughed half-jokingly: "Since the total time of the two competitions is astonishingly close at all, let's take a look at the individual statistics of the two students: ah, student Andy seems to be slightly inferior , in the first assembly competition, only one 'completion time' broke the school-level record, but in the second manipulation competition, Fan Zhong broke the two records of 'instant hand speed' and 'average hand speed' Oh! In other words, student Andy only broke one school-level record, while Fan Zhong broke two individual records in a row in the second round!"

"Hey? Didn't Andy's accuracy rate exceed Fan Zhong's? It should be two wins and two losses, right?" Several freshmen asked in surprise.

"What do you know?" The seniors who were concentrating on Laurine's sweet smile corrected them impatiently, "The accuracy rate is not included in the record, as long as you do the movements slowly and drag for a few hours, it will be [-]% accurate The rate is not a problem either!"

"Ah, yes!" Scratching his head embarrassingly, the freshman who asked the question suddenly realized.

Looking sideways at them, another senior senior sneered, and said slowly: "I only know one thing. On the battlefield, the hand speed can increase instantly, but if you make a mistake once, you will end up dead!"

There was a cold war, and the freshmen around him fell silent.At the same moment, the two dazzling royal highnesses in the VIP seat also looked at each other, and Crown Prince Fern looked at his third brother: "What do you think?"

"Of course Andy is the better student. Don't you think so?" Lance looked at his brother with a smile.

"Oh? I remember that Fan Zhong was often brought by his father to play with you in the palace when he was a child. You seem to get along well, but you don't seem to be very optimistic about this childhood playmate." Fern said lightly.

"Fan Zhong is just like you, brother, too indifferent." Lance chuckled, "I just remember that he threw me aside as soon as he touched the mechs in the palace. I always suspected that If it wasn't for the armor in the palace for him to play with, he wouldn't even look at us princes, would he?"

With a noncommittal snort, His Royal Highness Fern turned his head to look at the image on the light curtain, his sharp blue eyes slightly narrowed like a falcon, and suddenly came out a sentence that only the two of them knew: "I choose No. 084, No opinions allowed."

Eyes widened suddenly, Lance whispered unconvinced: "Brother, you are too much, you won't give in to brother at all. On the way here, you clearly said that I can pick first!"

"Fan Zhong's control is so good, it can just make up for your shortcomings." Fern said coldly, "It's not a question of who picks first, you should know how to combine to achieve better results."

"But Andy's control is a little bit inferior. Don't you think it's not perfect?" Lance encouraged his brother in a soft voice, and Lance was still a little itchy: Kong has a handsome and charming face, but Fan Chong's This indifferent and rigid personality will make anyone within three feet of him freeze to death, right?How can there be obedient and cute little Andy who is easy to get along with!

"What do you need him to control?" His Royal Highness Fern said coldly, undercurrents surged in his seemingly calm eyes, domineering darkly appeared, "Am I not good enough?"

Looking helplessly at his domineering and tough brother, Lance sighed heavily. ——It should have been guessed a long time ago, this guy Andy can't hide it!

The gap on the field widened even further. There were super players like Fan Zhong and Andy who entered the second break first, and there were also bottom students who were still struggling in the first assembly match.

Although the camera often gives them an embarrassing close-up, but fortunately there are only serial numbers and tight helmets, and the specific names are unknown. From time to time, some players deliberately turn their backs to avoid the indoor cameras and quickly wipe their sweat secretly. At this time, there will be bursts of laughter from the watching crowd.

"Hey, have you noticed? It's really strange that Andy hasn't taken off his helmet yet." Someone murmured and sighed in amazement.

Indeed, more and more people off the field have noticed this weird problem.

Compared with the close-up shot of Fan Zhong taking off his helmet to wipe his sweat again in the interval of 10 minutes, No. 084 has been sitting quietly with his helmet firmly on, only slightly shaking his head a few times in the middle, as if he also wanted to shake off the stuffy heat troubled.

——The thin sweat quietly oozing from the hairline has gathered into sweat droplets, falling down along the long messy hair, because it has not been wiped, a few drops even fall down the brows, salty, flowing into him who has been highly concentrated In the energetic and wide-open eyes, there was a dazzling discomfort.

The third competition is about to start, I hope I can get a better grade and help the young master raise his failing grade last semester.

Chesu cheered up a bit, blinked his eyes, and the sweat flowing from the corners of his eyes left his eyes for a while, making him feel better—he had to deal with the non-stop attack on the simulation screen in the second match just now, When the sweat flowed in, the instant blur still interfered with his vision, and the angle of the electromagnetic light bomb fired that time was instantly distorted, and he had to restart the replay of the tactical action.

Fortunately, the last one is maintenance!

His mood was a little more stable. It was an assessment that emphasized both analytical thinking and hands-on skills, a competition that didn't require the concentration of hurricane hand speed!