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

Sheng Jiayu's shout did not reach Song Zhi's ears. Instead, the instructor opened the communication channel and shouted: "Sheng Jiayu, how did you turn that corner just now? Is there anyone who turns like that?"

“Wow, wow, wow, I don’t know how—” Sheng Jiayu wanted to cry but had no tears. It was agreed that everyone would vomit in the first class.

Originally, when he first reported here today, he was in the mecha ability test room where the third years normally gathered together. Since he didn't need to be tested, he just watched from the side and waited for the third years who were touching the mecha for the first time to finish the test.

As soon as he walked into the testing room, the seniors all turned their heads to look at him.

Because he had just decided to transfer to attend the class yesterday, except for him and the instructor, no one else knew that he was here to attend the class.

So much so that when he just walked in, a senior student passing by stopped him and asked, "Junior, did you go to the wrong building?"

To be honest, Sheng Jiayu felt really guilty for a moment, and asked tremblingly: "No...isn't this the ability test room?"

Now it was the senior's turn to be puzzled, "Yeah, junior is here to run errands?"

Sheng Jiayu is somewhat famous in the department. He doesn't know others, but the seniors know him.

No one was optimistic about this rabbit at first, so they placed bets on it on the forum. In the end, they lost everything, so they changed the way they bet and asked who could chase this cute junior.

When he took a closer look, he found that the junior was much more handsome than in the photo, and not as fierce as what was said in the forum. Especially when his eyes showed confusion and panic, he was so adorable.

"Who are you delivering the gift to? I'll go get it for you."

Seeing that the senior was about to misunderstand, Sheng Jiayu quickly waved her hands, "No, no, no, I'm here for class! Hello, senior, we will have classes together from now on."

"Huh?" The senior was shocked.

He blindfolded Sheng Jiayu and brought her to the ability test room. Suddenly he came to his senses and opened his smart brain to send a message to his classmates.

Worm-Infested Apple: Big news! The rabbit is here to take our class!

There were a series of question marks below the message.

Lao Diaozha: Today is September 1st, not April 1st, right?
Daya: Old Chong, are you crazy?

The senior student, whose online name is Worm-eaten Apple and whose real name is Zhu Chong, quickly typed out a proof for himself and attached a secretly taken photo of his fresh junior.

Worm-eaten Apple: [Picture] Of course it’s real. He’s in the testing room waiting to attend class with us. Why don’t you come over quickly?
Originally, no one wanted to go to the first class too early, but after hearing the news, they all got up and came to the test room to watch. Even some students from other classes who didn't have classes during that period came to join in the fun. Song Zhi caught them red-handed and called out a few people's names: "Now that you're here, don't leave. You'll be tested on the machine later."

The ability test is to test their adaptability to the mecha, that is, how much they vomit.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were many people today, Song Zhi tested them all, and took a few who vomited less away for training, leaving the rest to continue doing adaptation exercises with the deputy instructor.

This year's juniors are generally better than the previous ones, but if they want to be combat-ready next year, they certainly cannot follow the normal course schedule, otherwise nothing they eat will be able to keep up with the heat.

Today's senior class, that is, Lu Zhe's class, is considered the best class in the past decade or so. Not to mention the hope of qualifying, if they can put together a team of elites, it will not be difficult for Lu Zhe's group to win the championship of the joint military exercise.

But the problem is that they can't pick out two other students in the senior year who can keep up with their pace.
There was a huge gap in Lu Zhe's class. Four good seedlings emerged, but the rest were just mediocre. They could participate in the competition, but they were still far from the level of the sprint championship team.

So after seeing Sheng Jiayu's talent, the instructors had other ideas.

The next two classes of talented students were not bad either. The students at First Experimental School had improved in the past two years, so we thought of selecting the students with higher talents and giving them individual intensive training, which led to the scene at the beginning.

They no longer spend a lot of time training a certain basic skill individually, and then start actual combat exercises when everything is almost ready. Instead, they are allowed to touch the mecha directly to see where everyone's talents lie, and the instructors will then make targeted practice plans for each person.

All the basics and knowledge were learned directly from actual combat, and even seniors from Lu Zhe's class were called down to practice with him.

The first lesson for other students was to practice attacking, but for Sheng Jiayu, it was to practice escaping.

He has a high talent in mecha integration, and mechas are as flexible as his limbs. Song Zhi hopes that he can maximize his speed limit, so that even if he becomes a main attacker in the future, he can drive a heavy mecha at the speed of a light mecha, which will be a very important cover support for their team's offensive.

Although the upper limit speed of a heavy mecha will never catch up with a real light mecha, it also depends on who holds it and what kind of mecha it is.

Advanced mechas place a heavier burden on the drivers, so many mecha drivers dare not drive the mechas at the fastest speed because their mental strength cannot bear it.
For mobile turrets like the Imperial City and Morning Star, most mecha pilots can only manage to move them at best, which is more flexible than fixed turrets, but not much.

There are only a handful of pilots in the entire history of the Star League who can truly utilize the functions of their mobile turrets, and most of them are recorded in museums. If Sheng Jiayu can restore the glory of the first-level firepower mobile turret in the Imperial City, it will be a very important matter for the entire Allenville galaxy.

Song Zhi was very optimistic about him, so he made him a target to avoid attacks from other students.

He has talent but his movements are not flexible enough. He can do better.
Practicing on a light mecha will allow him to experience the limits of what the mecha can do to the greatest extent possible, so that when he switches to a heavy mecha in the future, he will only feel that it is slow.
Speed ​​is his advantage, so he must maximize it.

Sheng Jiayu's movements were very agile, but there were twelve mobile mechas chasing him from behind. He could dodge the laser cannons, but the tracking bullets could only guide them to explode into the wall. All of these actions required great reaction ability and skills.

This was only his third time riding a mecha. No matter how talented he was, it was impossible for him to remain unscathed when being chased and attacked by so many people.

Thirty-seven minutes into the training, the system that Sheng Jiayu was riding in sounded an alarm, indicating that the damage had reached 95%, and it was forced to shut down.

This round of training is over.

Sheng Jiayu climbed out of the mecha cabin, his forehead covered with sweat and his stomach churning. He ran to the wall and began to dry heave.

Partners Lu Zhe and Song Zhi took a look at Sheng Jiayu's mecha data. The speed had reached 83%, which was equivalent to a speed of nearly one kilometer per second.

It would be strange if I didn't vomit...

The students who were chasing Sheng Jiayu were not in a much better condition. After all, it was their first time on a mecha, and they vomited all over the place after coming out.

For a moment, the training ground was no different from an ability testing room.

Fortunately, Song Zhi was not such a bad instructor. He did not ask them to continue immediately. Instead, he asked them to go into the mental chamber to relax first, and then sit down and start reviewing.

Sheng Jiayu didn't like going into the mental chamber very much. He only stayed there for a while and then came out, taking a cup to get some water to drink.

There was still sweat on his forehead, and his furry ears drooped down on his head.

Next to the wash basin, he rolled up a handful of water and poured it over his head. September was the hottest time of the year, and the climate in Allenville Star City was no different from the places he had stayed in his previous life. It was cold and then hot. He stayed in the training mecha cabin without a temperature control system for half an hour and vomited because of the heat.

He felt better after pouring some cold water on him. A towel was handed to him, "Wipe it off. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Sheng Jiayu took it and drank two more sips of water: "Thank you, senior, but don't you need to train?"

I heard him say before that he still has a lot of things to do in his senior year.

"We had them originally, but now it's my turn to train you. Train two of you as soon as possible so that you can directly play practice matches with us." They have already passed the basic training period. The joint military exercise will be held in July next year, and they have to gather their teammates and start to play practice matches at least before March, otherwise they will have to wait to be beaten in the joint military exercise.

They had originally been arranged to train, but because the teaching plan was temporarily changed, the instructor discussed with them and felt that it would be better for those of them who were able to participate in the competition to come and train with the juniors, as there were no promising talents left among the seniors. After all, they were their teammates, so it would be more convenient for them to train and select them themselves to form a team in the future.

Sheng Jiayu remembered that he had asked her before if she wanted to join their team, and nodded.

Lu Zhe took the towel he had used and stuffed it into the service robot next to him, then asked, "Why don't you soak in the spirit chamber for a while longer? Aren't you tired?"

Sheng Jiayu shook his head. He actually felt quite comfortable the last time he soaked in the spirit chamber. But for some reason, he always felt a strange excitement after soaking, as if he could beat ten boxing champions. He didn't want to soak for so long again. "It's easy to get overexcited. I'll just take a normal break. No need to soak for so long."

But Lu Zhe was a little worried after hearing this, "Why are you too excited?"

"Hmm... it's like taking stimulants?" The little rabbit tilted his head, and as he thought, his two visible ears moved along with him. "Anyway, it doesn't feel like normal mental satisfaction."

He was normal at first, but became overly excited ten minutes after leaving the mental chamber, almost scaring Fu Mingcheng.

Fu Mingcheng had never used that thing before and thought it was a normal effect after using the spirit chamber. After all, the training there was to take a break for a while before continuing, so Sheng Jiayu didn't think much about it.

"Don't do it next time. I'll go talk to Instructor Song." Lu Zhe frowned even deeper after hearing this and went over to say a few words to Song Zhi.

When Song Zhi came over, his expression was not very good. He asked him in detail about his feelings after soaking in the mental chamber. His expression was even more frightening than Lu Zhe's.

Sheng Jiayu suddenly had a bad feeling, "What's wrong?"

"Take him to Cen Zhou for a test." Song Zhi said to Lu Zhe without giving a direct answer.

But if I go to the school doctor, it will definitely not be a good thing.

Lu Zhe nodded, explained the matter of sparring to another senior who came with him, and left the training ground with Sheng Jiayu.

He followed Lu Zhe. Although this senior was not a talkative person, he rarely seemed so serious when he was with him.

In his eyes, Lu Zhe has always been a very gentle and tolerant senior. The way he looks now is... a little scary.

Perhaps it was the fear in her blood that made Sheng Jiayu feel a little depressed, and she didn't dare to ask Lu Zhe what was wrong.

It was Lu Zhe himself who realized that he had lost his composure and changed his mood.
After all, it was Sheng Jiayu's business, and his behavior seemed to scare the little rabbit.

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal, but it may... not be good for you." He didn't know how to explain to Sheng Jiayu, so he could only say that he would keep half and wait for Cen Zhou to explain the rest.

Sheng Jiayu was confused and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

When I arrived at the school hospital, I was already familiar with the route.

Cen Zhou was not doing outpatient work today, so the nurse who guided them asked them to go directly to Cen Zhou's office on the fourth floor.

Cen Zhou was in the office looking at a film, admiring something. When he saw them coming over and Sheng Jiayu, he blurted out, "What's wrong?"

"Doctor Cen, please take the trouble to check him. He seems..." Lu Zhe paused and said the term he had not told Sheng Jiayu, "Intoxicated spirit field."

Sheng Jiayu didn't understand what the word meant, but before he could secretly use the smart brain to check, Cen Zhou came over and pushed him into the examination room, "Let's get checked first, it's not a serious problem, don't be nervous."

"Oh..." He wanted to say that he was not nervous, but Lu Zhe and Instructor Song were much more nervous than him.

Fortunately, Cen Zhou was a man who had seen many storms and dealt with various difficult and complicated diseases. He didn't react too much after hearing this word. He just pushed him to do the examination and asked him some questions from time to time.

The same spiritual tradition as the mecha was pressed against his temple, and he answered according to Cen Zhou's instructions.

"What does it feel like?"
"no feelings."
"now what?"
"My heartbeat seems a little fast..."

"I can see it." Cen Zhou raised his chin and pointed at the electrocardiogram. "Ask about your subjective feeling."

"...I want to go down and run ten laps." Sheng Jiayu said truthfully.

Afterwards he underwent other tests and filled out questionnaires that looked oddly like a mental health checkup.

After all the tests were done, Cen Zhou looked at the data report, turned the electronic pen in his hand around, and signed on his smart brain, issuing the case and medical instructions: "He is intoxicated in the mental field. Don't let him go into the mental chamber anymore. I prescribed him a soothing agent. When it runs out, come and get me a prescription in advance."

Sheng Jiayu received the case. He couldn't understand the dense data and medical terms in it, but he could understand the meaning.

He was probably "allergic" to the spirit chamber and needed to use other means to relieve the pressure of the load brought by the mecha.

However, if the soothing agent is effective, teams participating in the league will not be equipped with spirit chambers.

"Can this thing support the competition?" Sheng Jiayu didn't quite understand, but he didn't completely not understand either.

It doesn't matter during training, but if the soothing agent is not strong enough, when he really goes to the competition, he will not be able to recover during the rest time and will hold the team back.

He asked Cen Zhou a question: "If I continue to use the spirit chamber, will there be any adverse effects?"

However, Dr. Cen, who had not kept up with the new arrangements of the college, had just taken a sip of coffee when he was so frightened by Sheng Jiayu's words that he spat out coffee all over the table. He called his assistant to come and save the things on the table, and asked Sheng Jiayu in a voice that was three times more shocked: "What the hell did you just say?"

"What are you going to hold up?!"

(End of this chapter)