nebula story

Immediately, the anxious voice of the security guard came from the intercom, accompanied by the hissing of electricity: "Okay, we're coming!"

Noisy human voices sounded immediately, hearing the voice, Chesu shook his whole body, turned around and was about to run out, blocked the door with quick eyesight and hands, Teacher Saar yelled very imposingly: "Dare you! "

Wanting to reach out to push the gray-haired old man, but dared not use his strength, Chesu dodged left and right, but couldn't do anything about the old professor who was blocking the door like a mountain.Seeing his anxious expression, the old professor's eyes flashed a little smug, but the next moment, the expression on his face froze.

What appeared on the face of the young man who was close at hand was no longer anxiety, but a certain kind of obvious fear. He stopped pushing Professor Saar, and he took a step back. There were slight tears.

After being stunned for a while, the old professor couldn't help reaching out and grabbing his shoulder: "Hey, you—"

Shrinking back abruptly, the boy wanted to get rid of the old professor in horror, but the gray-haired Professor Saar was obviously very strong. This time, the collar on his shoulders was pulled away suddenly, revealing a small piece of smooth shoulders .

...Looking blankly at the shocking brand on Chesu's shoulder, Professor Saar gasped, and completely lost the ability to speak in shock.

The mark of a pariah, a pariah boy!

Why did a pariah boy appear in the middle of the night in this school building where only the nobles and the best commoners entered?

Seeing the old professor's shocked expression, Chesu's body trembled and became completely stiff.

Slowly retreating, he retreated shyly to the workbench, and lowered his head deeply as if accepting his fate.

In the silence, there was a bang on the door and an anxious call from the security guard outside the corridor: "Professor Saar, please open the door, are you okay?"

After a moment of silence, Professor Saar took a deep look at the silent boy by the workbench and the brand on his shoulder.

He opened the door, leaving only a thin gap, he scratched his gray hair, looking a little embarrassed: "Ah, I'm really sorry, I was dazzled just now, and I saw the mecha model in the next door showroom as a There are people..."

Almost staring out of his eyes, the security captain and the four or five big men behind him looked at each other with wry smiles.It is said that scientists are weirdos, no!In the middle of the night, someone who can see a mecha several meters high as a thief, what kind of eyes do you have!

Sitting on the chairs facing each other, the old professor looked at the boy's shoulder shirts that had been pulled up in front of him. He felt more and more absurd. He had dealt with nobles and ordinary people with good families all his life. The impression I have always stayed on is rude and ignorant.

But looking at the clean-eyed young man in front of him, he felt a little unsure——the first time he opened the door and walked in, what he saw was the quiet scene of the young man lying at the table concentrating on reading a book, and what's more, he In his book with a complex knowledge structure, the only passage that he hesitated to consider was really marked by his pen?

If not him, who would it be?

The few graduate students I have brought have not yet reached the level of researching this part of knowledge, and this book has not been touched for a long time.But how is it possible for this pariah boy? !

No matter how old and dim-sighted he is, he will never be wrong about the huge brand on the young man's shoulders. He can only be a pariah, there is absolutely no mistake.

The old professor frowned: "So far, you still refuse to say anything?"

Slowly raising his head, Chesu looked at him and whispered sincerely, "Thank you."

"Just this sentence?" Professor Saar frowned.

"Sorry, my identity is indeed as you can see, I am a pariah." Chesu looked at the old professor and smiled uneasily, "Thank you for not handing me over to those security guards, otherwise, I might be punished After the beating, they were completely expelled from the campus."

Responding blankly, Professor Saar looked at the boy's clean eyes, which were a little shy and grateful, but without the most common humbleness of being a pariah.

Chesu looked at the old professor's puzzled eyes and sighed inwardly.Without showing obvious contempt or disgust, the old professor was tolerant and kind enough.

He lowered his head and bowed deeply: "I won't come here again, I assure you. ——I have only read the books here, and have never stolen anything. If you don't believe me, you can check it out now. Those security guards should not have gone far."

Staring at him, the old professor Thrall suddenly raised his voice angrily: "Who cares about this! No matter whether you are a pariah or an aristocrat, I don't want to listen to this, talk about reading my book!"

Book?After looking at the thick book in astonishment, Che came to his senses: "I did write that paragraph on the book. I'm sorry for dirtying your book, I... I'll just erase it."

"That's not the problem!" Professor Saar exclaimed angrily, "It's why you rowed there!"

"Ah, I just feel that those words..." Chesu hesitated, and his voice was very low, "There seems to be something wrong."

With a total of more than 40 words, which paragraph was picked out at a glance?

Taking a deep breath in his heart, Professor Saar seemed to be staring at an alien species? "You mean, the paragraph there was drawn out because the argument there was thought to be problematic?"

Nodding uneasily, Chesu felt uneasy, but the next move of Professor Saar on the opposite side made him even more startled.

Pounced on him suddenly, the old professor shook his shoulder vigorously: "You can understand this book! Right, right?"

Nodding in a daze, Chesu was dazzled by the gray hair of the old professor in front of him.

Dragging the leather chair behind him, Professor Saar patted his thin shoulder heavily: "Come here, tell me, why do you think there is a problem here? Hey, in fact, I also know that there is something wrong here, Even at the time, I couldn’t find a better way to express it—come on, come on, how do you think it’s more appropriate to say it?”

Surprised to see the extremely excited old man beside him, Chesu couldn't help but also dragged the chair forward: "Well! I thought it was because I didn't understand it myself. It's great that you think it's wrong, Professor! I think Well, the direction of thinking here seems to be a little crooked..."

The old and the young huddled in front of the theoretical book that had been published ten years ago but no one cared about it, and had a great time discussing it.

Not long after, Professor Saar slammed his pen angrily: "About this point, what you said is definitely wrong!"

Shaking his head earnestly, Chesu opened his black eyes: "No way, if the three-dimensional structure of multi-dimensional space can copy the three-dimensional theory, then why did you propose this new theory?"

……

The sky was bright, and seeing the morning light gradually appearing in the distant sky, Chesu raised his head and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, it's too late, I have to go!"

Is it too early?Looking at the sky, Professor Saar watched him pack his backpack quickly, and finally couldn't help asking: "Hey, where are you from? Who are you?"

After a moment of silence, Chesu smiled: "Professor, I am just a servant who came here with the master and served him to school. I have to rush back to prepare breakfast for the master."

Opening his mouth in surprise, Professor Saar sighed softly.Chesu bowed again respectfully to the old professor, turned and walked towards the door.

"Child." Behind him, Professor Saar's voice hesitated and said, "You can come here tonight in a fair manner. I'll be here before ten o'clock, and you can report my name directly."

Chesu turned around and shook her head embarrassingly: "Thank you, but I have to wait for the young master to fall asleep before I can come out."

Walking forward, Professor Saar rudely stuffed the spare key of the laboratory into his hand: "You can come at any time, anyway, you can use the equipment and machine materials here in the future."

Looking at the boy's eyes that were getting moist, he held back the inexplicable sigh in his heart, and added, "If you want, I want to accept you as my closed disciple... okay?"

Surprised and silent for a long time digesting what the old professor meant, Chesu lowered his head. After a long while, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, then raised his reddish eyes and smiled.

At that moment, his brows and eyes were curved, and his smile was as fresh as morning dew: "Professor Saar, I am very willing."

On the campus of the Royal Academy of Engineering, the weather has been getting colder and colder, and the rainy weather has lasted for several days. Although the cleaning is diligent, the ground is still covered with golden leaves.

A burst of loud laughter suddenly broke out in the classroom window next to a row of mother-in-law trees.

It was a class in the basic course of mech design.

It's the end of the semester, and it's time for this course, which has caused headaches for countless students, to turn in the students' design assignments. Different from other courses, this course pays great attention to practical testing. One of the miniature military mechs is standing in front of the podium.

Although smaller in size, all structural and control components are strictly scaled down for educational purposes.It can be said that, except for a slight reduction in power and cancellation of all weapon loading systems, all the actions and attacks that can be performed by a mecha in the field can be completely completed and reflected by this miniature mecha.

"Be quiet!" Waving the pointer, the substitute teacher from the military academy sternly shouted to stop the laughter in the classroom, and drove the red-faced student off the podium.

Every student must come up and input their own design program, and let the miniature mecha on the podium realize it—it can be a set of attack moves, it can be a self-review, and you can even try to make the mecha perform a clumsy dance .But the first premise is that you must be very familiar with the function and structure of the mech, what actions it can do, and what kind of programming will not cause confusion that cannot be completed at all.For example, this is a model of a mecha used in the field without a flying engine. If you want to make it perform a rapid [-]-degree turn in the air, it is a fantasy.

And the program instruction entered by the student just now obviously overestimated the bending angle of the mechanical arm of the mecha. Unable to complete it, so he stayed in this silly posture and did it thirty or forty times.

The students had been holding back their laughter for a long time, until someone imitated the hoarse electronic voice and shouted: "Are you fucking trying to exhaust me?" The students finally couldn't help laughing wildly.

"The next one, Fan Zhong Geer! Come to the stage!" With a cold face, Instructor Yan's face was ashen. The students in this class are really lackluster. Seeing now, there is no design assignment that is eye-catching !

A young man with a straight figure walked up to the front desk with steady steps. The well-tailored casual clothes set off his tall and tall figure. His dark blue eyes were quiet and deep, showing a kind of natural aristocratic arrogance.

Politely bowing slightly to the teacher, he stood in front of the mecha without taking his eyes off it, inspected the touch-type command input window exposed on the chest of the mecha, calmed down slightly, and his slender fingers like a pianist began to move quickly and quickly. precise input.

This is only to assess the students' mech programming ability rather than actual combat. Strong hand speed and operation are not necessary, but no one can deny that this extremely fast and precise manual speed is definitely a bonus item. The smooth input and beautiful Fingering is absolutely powerful that ordinary students cannot do.

There was silence underneath, and some students began to whisper in admiring tone: "Ah, student Fan Zhong is really amazing!"

A sour voice followed closely: "That is, there is a father who is the second most powerful in the military. Fan Zhong can use the real mecha as a toy since he was a child, right?"

"However, even if hand speed and proficiency can be developed from a young age, when he was admitted here last year, he was in the top five in the entire empire!"...

Turning a deaf ear to the whispers from the audience, the calm and arrogant noble young man on the stage moved his hands steadily and smoothly, his handsome lips were tightly pursed, and he completely dismissed the audience's discussions.

Soon, his input was completed, and he stood gracefully beside the mecha.A few seconds later, the mechs on the podium had already started to move, raising their feet, bending their knees, flying around, and combined boxing. Some of the essence of close combat were combined in the dazzling full set of attack movements. Sloppy and rough and clumsy.

The students below all held their breath, and the sour comments from before were automatically silenced—strength is in front of everyone, if you are not convinced, who can go up and make up a more exquisite fighting action?

Slightly nodded, Teacher Yan in front of the podium did not hide his satisfaction. Seeing the student's surname and appearance, he had already guessed the status of this noble student as the proud son of heaven—the only son of Imperial Vice Marshal Xilin Geer Vatican heavy.

He himself came from the army of Deputy Marshal Xilin before he retired to coach, so how could he have any doubts about this young man's qualifications?It is precisely because he does not want to be criticized that he has always relied on the shadow of his parents, this son of aristocrat who is proud of his talents insists on being admitted to the Royal Academy of Engineering instead of the Royal Military Academy.

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