I'm dressed as a rabbit and I'm all over the star system

Sheng Jiayu glanced at the data dial of the mecha's intelligent computer and found that the left side thruster was damaged by 13%.

He is too fast.

"Tsk." Sheng Jiayu was shocked and switched to manual operation, lowering the upper limit of the mecha's movement speed.

However, the thrusters of the mecha that had fallen off made his turning movement stiff. When it scraped against the obstacle sign next to him, the thrusters went out of control and the training mecha flew out.

Fortunately, the training mechas were all connected to a unified control center, and the moment the system detected that the mecha was out of control, it ejected the cockpit out of the cab.

Sheng Jiayu staggered out of the cockpit, walked to the wall, held on to it and began to retch: "Yue——"

The mecha went out of control, and the cockpit suddenly popped out, causing the whole place to spin. This kind of excitement was really too much for someone who was just riding a mecha for the second time.
Normally, the introductory training for mechas wasn't as exciting as he was. Song Zhi came over and saw that he vomited, but he didn't think it was a big deal. Instead, he laughed heartily: "I thought there were people who didn't vomit when they were on a mecha. It's okay to vomit twice."

However, Sheng Jiayu had just arrived at the destination on the starship in the morning and had not eaten anything in the first place. Now his stomach was empty. He vomited for a long time but nothing came out. If he vomited any more, he would vomit bile.

Fu Mingcheng ran over and handed him a bottle of water, asking him to push it down first.

I had heard that everyone vomited a lot in the first mecha class. At that time, Fu Mingcheng thought that the senior was just trying to scare people, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Sheng Jiayu took a few sips of water, and the dizziness finally subsided a little. She bowed politely in front of Song Zhi and said, "I'm sorry, instructor, I broke down the mecha."

"Oh, that's not a big deal." Song Zhi waved his hands. He had asked too much of Sheng Jiayu, and he never thought he could really do it. Moreover, the little rabbit who didn't even know how to stop the mecha half a day ago actually adjusted the manual mode to reduce the transmission efficiency of mental conduction and reduce the thruster pressure when the mecha lost control just now. He even manually operated the cockpit ejection system before it completely lost control. "Where did you learn to eject the cockpit?"

"In the book. It said before that the mechas of the previous interstellar league would have a unified networking system to determine whether the cockpit would be ejected, but the pilot might refuse to eject. Since it can be refused, it should be able to eject actively. I looked for it a little bit and it's quite obvious." He didn't know whether the mechas used for training would be connected to this system. After all, it was set up many years ago, so he looked for it on the dashboard himself, and he actually found it.

The AI ​​brain of the mecha used for training is not as smart as that of high-level mechas. The AI ​​has limited permissions and many of them require testing of the driver's own operations. This is also something that students need to learn in school.

Novice drivers should not rely too much on the judgment of the mecha's AI. Computers, like humans, can make mistakes. What they should trust most in the actual battlefield is their own accumulated training experience to make the most perfect judgment of the situation.

Machine calculations are always cold and indifferent, but the judgment of the human brain may sometimes be the optimal solution.

Song Zhi nodded, obviously very satisfied with Sheng Jiayu's performance.
He was not the type to keep people in suspense. He looked at Hu Zhong and expressed his meaning. He asked Sheng Jiayu directly, "Do you want to play in the game?"

Sheng Jiayu was stunned. "Me? But instructor, I'm only a sophomore..."

He really didn't expect Song Zhi to ask him directly if he wanted to play in the game. When Lu Zhe asked him to come over, he had a vague feeling, but he thought that at most he would skip a grade or get some special treatment. "It's a bit early to play in the game."

Song Zhi shook his head. "What's too early? It's too late to start preparing now. The Allenville Galaxy Joint Military Exercise will be held in July next year, which is what we commonly call the Galaxy Selection Competition. There will be individual competitions and team competitions. Before joining the star team, the team will be formed by military academies. You just need to tell me if you want to participate. As for whether you can participate, that's our business."

With a talent like Sheng Jiayu's, she has a bright future.
His talent destined him to become an excellent mecha pilot, but the extent to which his potential can be developed is the job of these instructors.

Song Zhi suddenly felt a little sorry. If he had known that he was so talented, he should have grabbed him last semester and sent him to Chuck Turing for training with Lu Zhe and the others.

loss.

Realizing this, Song Zhi shook his head regretfully and received a cold stare from Instructor Hu Zhong.

The person concerned lowered his head, not knowing how to respond to Instructor Song's invitation.

It is true that the instructor painted a big and tempting pie for him, and few people would not be tempted.

The career of a professional player in the Star League begins when he or she enters the rookie tournament in the first year. After playing for a full period of time, he or she will retire at the age of 35, leaving the field to newcomers.

For military school students, playing in the league is just a foreign affairs job lasting about ten years. If they can get results early, they will have a stable career for the rest of their lives.

Normally he should have participated in the joint military exercise three years later, but now he can participate next year, which means that his career will be two years longer than that of ordinary players.

Two years of competition opportunities will give him an extra chance to achieve better results.

This condition is so tempting.

But Sheng Jiayu is not the kind of person who would lose his sense of self-worth when being praised. The contestants in next year's intergalactic joint military exercise are all recent graduates from military academies, and they will have a full year more mecha training experience than herself.

He could also hear from Song Zhi and the previous cruise commander that he seemed to be indeed gifted.
But he won over a group of meat-eating classmates with the body of a rabbit.

No one knows better than him that hard work and experience can make up for the gap in talent.

Among the military academy students who can stand on the field of the galaxy joint military exercise, how many of them are not talented?

There is always someone better than you. There may be students in other military academies who are more talented than him.
He has some idea of ​​his own strengths and weaknesses. Talent is not important to him. No matter how good his talent is, he still vomited like that when he got off the mecha. That's just the speed he could reach. It's still far behind the speed of his predecessors in the league.

Is it really appropriate to adjust the coursework now and force the pace of development in order to prepare for next year's joint military exercises?

Sheng Jiayu couldn't help but hesitate.

Seeing that he did not agree immediately, Song Zhi was a little confused and glanced at Lu Zhe: It seems that what I said is different from what you said?
His favorite student told him how ambitious the rabbit was and why it was backing down now.

Lu Zhe was also a little surprised to see Sheng Jiayu lowering her head and holding the mineral water bottle in her hand restlessly.

This was not the rabbit he had seen.

He took two steps forward, patted Song Zhi on the shoulder, signaled him "I'll do it", and then stood in front of Sheng Jiayu, "What's wrong?"

Sheng Jiayu was a little confused at first, but when she saw Lu Zhe coming over, she asked for some unknown reason: "Have you vomited before?"

Lu Zhe was stunned at first, then he clenched his fist and put it to his lips to hide his smile.

The little rabbit's ears were very sensitive. He just smiled softly, then moved his ears and looked up at him.

Lu Zhe immediately pretended that nothing had happened, "I have vomited before, of course I haven't vomited before. I vomited the first time I got on a mecha, it was much more embarrassing than you."

He really didn't expect that the reason why Sheng Jiayu hesitated was because he vomited when he got off the mecha.

His good junior, do you really know how high you pushed the speedometer to just now?

Seeing this, Song Zhi also added, "This kid started retching when he got off the mecha, so he vomited less than other students. You don't have to be too stressed. If you don't want to participate in the league, you can refuse. But since you want to move towards this goal, then don't worry about those things, and don't worry about whether it will waste our expectations or whether we will not achieve the desired results."

After all, he has been an instructor for more than 30 years. After retiring from the front line, he has been training new recruits. He knows all the problems of these kids.
Some have a very high opinion of themselves, while others are obviously very talented but always like to leave some wiggle room for themselves.

It’s not that this is a bad thing, but for them, how to control the genius is something the instructors have to think about, while the geniuses just need to do it.

"Even if the sky falls, the instructors will hold it up. If they can't let you win the championship, it must be the instructors' fault. You have to trust the instructors' vision."

After thinking for a moment, Sheng Jiayu nodded.

He was originally inclined towards these things, and being able to get his hands on a mecha as soon as possible was very exciting for him. But his rationality prevented him from agreeing to it blindly, as he still had some other concerns. But as Song Zhi said, he really didn't have that much to consider.

He is a contestant, so it is not his fault if the instructor makes a mistake.
All he had to do was do it.

Song Zhi was so happy to have a super talented student that he couldn't stop smiling, which made Hu Zhong very angry. Several instructors asked Lu Zhe to take Sheng Jiayu to do some relaxation activities after training. The mental conduction was still a bit stressful for one's brain and mental strength, so he needed to relax after getting off the mecha. Then he left the training ground with Lao Jin to discuss Sheng Jiayu's new schedule.

He had just entered his sophomore year and had not yet learned many theoretical courses related to mecha operation. He could not keep up with the training of the junior year directly, so he had to be given some special classes.

At this point, Hu Zhong suddenly remembered something and asked Lao Jin: "Didn't we set requirements for him last semester? How many points did he get in the final exam?"

Lao Jin then remembered and turned around to call his good squad leader over.

Fu Mingcheng followed along and acted as a stake all the way, but who knew that in the end he still couldn't escape the fate of running errands. He came over and took the electronic transcript that Lao Jin Zhinao sent him: "Go back and send the transcript."

It is the result of the final theory course examination last semester.

Sheng Jiayu's name is on the first line.

"All GPAs are full." said Lao Jin.

Hu Zhong raised his eyebrows after hearing this, thinking that this guy is really a genuine academic master, "You are lucky."

He said to Song Zhi sourly, but what can he do? He is just a trainee, and these guys will be sent to the mecha training ground sooner or later.

Sheng Jiayu didn't know what arrangements she had made for him. She followed Lu Zhe and meditated for a while in the mental chamber. After coming out, she felt much more energetic.

Interstellar products are so magical.

"Let's go, I'll take you out." Lu Zhe said, "They will give you access to the training ground in a while. If you want to train on your own, you can call me. I should be in school this year."

The league is approaching and the seniors have a lot of assessments to finish, so there is no chance for them to go to Chuck Turing training again. They haven’t started their graduation thesis yet, so they can only stay in school.

Sheng Jiayu nodded, "Thank you, senior."

He sent them out of the training ground and did not follow them.

Fu Mingcheng came here specifically to see someone off. Looking at the gate and position of the training ground, he sighed, "Why don't I go up there to practice? If you come here for mecha training alone, do I have to come and get you every day?"

Recalling the fear he felt during his freshman year, Sheng Jiayu looked up at the sky guiltily, "...I'll try my best."

He has been studying cartography and has made some progress recently. He has also started to develop his own method of remembering routes. It probably won't be long before he can overcome this problem.

After all, participating in a competition with a poor sense of direction is like setting yourself up as a target for others to hit.

They returned to the dormitory, and Tang Zhigang had just come back. Fu Mingcheng happily shared the news with the child's mother.

Tang Yi came over and touched Sheng Jiayu's head with a look of relief: "My son has made great progress."

To celebrate, they went out for a meal on the last day they were free to leave school.

At this time, the other students did not know that Sheng Jiayu had already said goodbye to them.

That evening, the Academic Affairs Office sent him a separate class schedule. He had to attend some of his courses here and train with third-year students for some of his courses.

Because it was difficult to make up the theoretical lessons for him alone, most of the sophomore courses that were sacrificed were basic training, leaving only combat skills and shooting courses.

Only half of them stayed, and when classes officially resumed on Monday, Sheng Jiayu was honorably absent from the first period.

Several of his rivals from last semester were thinking about competing with him in the first fighting class, but in the end they didn't even see a single hair of his.

Jiang Hui looked around the square formation, and Hu Zhong scolded him, "What are you looking for?"

"Mr. Hu, where is Sheng Jiayu?" As soon as he asked, the people around him started looking for her.

I thought that although the rabbit was a little short, it shouldn't be so short that it could not be found in the crowd. It was very conspicuous.

However, Hu Zhong snorted coldly, "Don't look for him, he's not here."

Everyone was shocked. Although they had been hoping that Sheng Jiayu would leave last semester and not drag down their grades, after a semester of getting along with each other, they had already realized the fact that they were the ones dragging down Sheng Jiayu's grades.

I had wanted to see what the big guys were doing and how to practice this semester, but why is he gone?
Being persuaded to quit?
why!
The students were confused and some of them were impatient and started to ask the instructor for an explanation for Sheng Jiayu.

Hu Zhong was unhappy about losing a student, but looking at their current state, he felt that his teaching last semester was not in vain. The students were more united now. Moreover, there were still some good talents in this class. With a little more teaching, it would not be impossible for them to be one step ahead in the next assessment.

So he cleared his throat and said, "I haven't quit yet. I've gone ahead of you to play mecha with the juniors. If you have anything to ask, go to the theory class in person this afternoon."

After this explanation came out, the students who had originally come to Sheng Jiayu to ask for an explanation were shocked.

Play...play with mecha?

You know, the junior mecha class is not just a rule of the first school, but the entire Allenville galaxy, and even the entire alliance.

According to past experience, being able to ride on a mecha in the third year of college is already the limit of the human body.
Mental conduction has very high requirements on the driver's physical fitness and mental strength. The blood talents of students who have just awakened to adulthood are unstable, and it is difficult for them to even develop their talents, let alone drive a mecha.

And Sheng Jiayu, he he he, he actually started driving a mecha when he was just in his sophomore year!
"What's going on? Can we go too?" someone blurted out.

Hu Zhong glanced at him and sneered, "You? If you can hold out for two seconds without vomiting, you're awesome. Stop gossiping, classmates. Some of you have already headed to the next battlefield, why don't you hurry up and train? Line up and warm up!"

The students in Class C of the first year, their fantasies dashed, had no choice but to begin their warm-up training in preparation for today's first fighting lesson.

On the other side, on the mecha training ground.

Sheng Jiayu, who was driving a general-purpose light mecha for training, was dodging the heavy artillery attacks from the twelve seniors behind him - of course, the arsenal of the training mecha was of the harmless kind.

The training system will simulate the degree of damage to the mecha according to actual combat possibilities. If it exceeds a certain value, it will be scrapped and out of control, and the drill will end.

The first task Sheng Jiayu received was to be a moving target to train the accuracy of the mobile mechas for this group of recruits.

A blue simulated laser cannon shot past the side of the mecha he was driving. Just as he barely dodged it, another tracking bullet hit his butt.

"No! Why?"

(End of this chapter)