This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 235 B-level competition application qualifications

In the modification workshop, Yinling sat trembling in the center of a pile of mecha parts.

Her eyes swept over the jackdaw sleeping soundly beside her, then quickly returned to Zhou Yun, her body straight.

"What did you just say? You want a job?"

Zhou Yun sat opposite the workbench and glanced up and down at Yin Ling.

He waved a John Wicker pencil and said with a smile, "How about this? You run two laps with me to test the new brake system, and I'll have Old Ye assign you a job right away. How about that?"

Yinling shook her head at first, then looked at Manager Ye pitifully.

"I don't want to work anymore, okay?"

Feng Ying, Feng Ying or something like that can't hurt me at all.

She said she would buy all my milk tea in the future, so I didn't bother with her.

Drifting itself is scary. Every time I run with Zhou Yun, I am always on edge, and now I have to drift again...

Can I get out of bed after running?

Zhou Yun looked at Yin Ling and his tone softened slightly.

"After all, I'm not a devil."

"Can you run a lap? Think about milk tea, small cakes, yogurt..."

Yinling's mouth was drooling. She nodded first, then shook her head desperately.

"Ok."

Seeing Yin Ling's expression of preferring death to submission, Zhou Yun sighed inwardly, thinking that since Yin Ling was unwilling...

Then he had no choice but to use his ultimate move.

He pointed at the jackdaw resting on the recliner and asked with a smile, "Yinling, look over there, what do you see?"

Yinling looked in the direction Zhou Yun pointed.

"Raccoon cookies?"

Zhou Yun sat up straight and said with a smile: "No, it's an honor."

Hearing this, Manager Ye couldn't help but slap his head.

Finished, trapped.

Zhou Yun's ability to deceive people must have been learned since he was in the womb.

Yin Ling suddenly became confused: "Honor?"

"That's right! Just think about it, if you completed a task that even jackdaws need to rest without any harm, what would Feng Ying's expression be?"

"There will be work, there will be yogurt, there will be cupcakes..."

After giving Yin Ling a moment to think, Zhou Yun continued, "But unfortunately, it seems that you are not the destined one..."

"I'm!"

Yinling stood up, looked around at the scattered modified parts, stood up, with her back to the light, with a proud look on her face.

When she thought of Feng Ying's broken face, she couldn't bear it anymore.

"Of course I am!"

Zhou Yun shook his head: "Forget it, you should go back. In my opinion, you are not ready."

Hearing this skeptical attitude, Yinling immediately rushed out of the workshop. After a crisp bell sound, she completed the deployment.

"Let's modify it, Zhou Yun!"

"I, Yuehua Yinling, can definitely do it! I even got all the achievements, so what does this mean?"

"Zhou Yun, watch carefully! I am definitely the destined one..."

……

"It turns out you're not."

Looking at Yin Ling shivering in the chair and feeling the climax impact in the mental connection again and again, Zhou Yun shook his head.

The only thing missing from Yinling's description is the word "vegetable".

I couldn't resist.

Recalling the process of drifting just now, tears of defeat flowed down Yinling's face.

Every few seconds, when the tires began to rub against the ground, there was an impenetrable wave of spiritual pressure that almost made her heart device fly out.

Drifting...it's even scarier than drifting!

Is this how you drive the machine?

"I, I, I don't want to drink yogurt anymore."

"I didn't even get the job. Feng Ying is going to make me laugh to death. 555..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell Feng Ying about this." After saying that, Zhou Yun turned to look at Lao Ye: "Okay, you can arrange a job for her. What kind of job does an image ambassador have?"

Old Ye thought about it, opened the Weibo interface, and handed the phone to Feng Ying.

"Here, your first job is... to quickly retrieve the password for the team's Weibo account."

Without a voice, how can an ambassador find work?

Hearing what Old Ye said, Zhou Yun felt a little embarrassed, after all, it was he who lost his Weibo password.

Then he quickly changed the subject and said, "Well, we've tried all three existing modifications, and the Moonlight Tribe's mecha girl doesn't work either."

"These structures really are interconnected."

Old Ye looked at the spiritual pressure data panel on the telemetry system, cut through several charts in succession, and laughed.

"This actually proves that your idea is correct."

"If we don't use the stamp collection system as a buffer, the main structure of the mecha girl can't be changed at all."

Zhou Yun sat down, looked at the body structure drawing of Yinling, and fell into deep thought.

These structures that resist spiritual pressure shocks are like lubricating fluid in a piston.

If it is removed, the piston will explode in a matter of minutes.

The stamp set can act as a lubricant, but it takes a little bit of debugging.

"It would be nice to have a universal lubricant."

If there is a solution that can adapt to most mecha girls, then there will be no need for hard debugging, and Jiuyuan Company will be able to quickly expand the market and make money.

After all... I can spend money better if you have the money back, right?
Manager Ye closed his notebook and said with a smile, "Let's try other robots. Maybe we can find a better idea."

Zhou·Prodigal·Yun walked out of the modification workshop and raised his head when he heard this.

Now the mecha girls of the Lightyear Project hide eight hundred meters away when they see him. Can't they fool him at all?

He didn't know if this was the reason, but he always felt that Thor was avoiding him recently. Whenever they met, Thor would disappear.

Just like now...

"Thor! Stop for a moment, you..."

Looking at the back of Thor running farther and farther away, Zhou Yun slowly put down his hand.

"Jiang Xiyue, look at the nicknames you've been given!"

Thor jogged along carrying more than a hundred vomit bags, rushed out of the Lightyear Project base, and once again came to the supermarket in the racing city.

At this moment, she couldn't help but recall the experiences of being rejected again.

"Sister, come quickly! The Aurora Club said they found a driver who matches your skills! He's competed in the S series and has a pretty good podium record!"

"Sister, although this is a small team, we have a group of dark horses. We need a mecha girl for the number 2 position..."

"elder sister……"

"Switching between the three 'driving modes' is a bit too troublesome."

"Sorry, your skills are too special. Although they are very resistant to the gate, it can't be so difficult to increase the synchronization rate."

"Thor, I can't activate your 'Turbulence Mode'. I can't adapt to it at all. Sorry."

Zhou Yun, will you also say sorry?
She was scared.

"Whoo~"

"Hu~" She ran to the supermarket counter panting, breathing heavily, while recalling the scene of Yinling spitting out engine oil and twitching all over as she was carried into the modification workshop.

"Boss...Phew, give me ten bottles of Fengyoujing."

She really didn't want to hear Zhou Yun say "sorry", and she was also afraid of troubling Zhou Yun too much, so...

If you apply Fengyoujing on your face, you will definitely not feel dizzy.

The sun gradually rose high in the sky, and a gentle breeze blew across the track, blowing away the rubber particles on the ground.

Zhou Yun looked at the empty track, rubbed his sore neck, and talked to himself.

"The Lightyear Project won't be delayed until the Provincial S Tournament. So, the competition should be here soon."

"A battle that determines support and compensation... It seems we can't come up with a better structure before the competition."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Manager Ye.

"Old Ye, take the enhanced version blueprints from before and go to Jiuyuan Company to get the stamp set. The basic structure hasn't been significantly changed, so Jiuyuan should be able to produce it quickly."

Old Ye nodded, grabbed the leather bucket containing the drawings on the cabinet, and put the drawings in.

"Okay, I'll just stop by and take a look at the processing plant in the racing city to see if I can get better materials."

"In the next game, the players will definitely realize that they need to use their skills to rush you, and they can't hold back their skills like they did in the last game. They will try to hold on as long as possible."

"Don't worry, with me here, there won't be any problems with strategy and tactics."

Zhou Yun nodded, then raised his head and looked at the midday sun in the sky.

"Where's the person? Missing?"

"We agreed on three days and then another three days, and it's already been almost ten days!"

"What are the results of the S-League team's investigation? Where are the promised rewards for the second stage?"

"Can we continue the game?"

……

"How long will the qualification review for the B-level competition take?"

"Fuck it! Didn't I provide all the necessary documentation? The Lightyear Project has so many clubs and investors, aren't their qualifications enough?"

"And the driver's materials are all ready, what else do you need?"

Hearing the apologetic voice on the other end of the phone, Jiang Wuyang sighed helplessly.

Follow the program, follow the program, what should I do if there is a pile of shitty code in the program?
What should I do if it’s inherited from my ancestors and I don’t dare to touch it?
"What else do you need? Detailed information about the investor?"

"Why don't you just report him for tax evasion and let the Audit Bureau investigate? It'll be faster that way!"

After hanging up the phone in a bad mood, he took out the cigarette box with a somewhat exhausted look.

In order to deal with the internal affairs of the Light Wheel, he has been working non-stop in recent days, so much so that he doesn't even have the energy to scold people.

"green……"

She forgot, she should be sleeping in Xiyue's room now.

Just as he took out his lighter, his cell phone rang several times again. Looking at the message on the phone, his brows furrowed.

"Why did Xiyue's novel stop updating?"

Well, being a father always brings with it a feeling of failure.

I have to look at my daughter’s novels to find out what she’s been thinking lately…and I can’t say it openly.

"Calculate and ask."

Then he looked at the messages on WeChat.

"Brother Jiang, our boss is very interested in your suggestion, but we are a media company after all, and we don't know much about the inner workings of racing."

[Wuyang, we at the Aurora Club have discussed it internally and are open to investing, no problem, but the prerequisite is that you have to be sincere. At least show some solid, high-level competition records, do you have any?]

[I know that stamp collections are very important now, and Jiuyuan Company will definitely be very popular next, but you are not talking about stamp collections.]

[Brother Jiang, our president has already seen what you mentioned. Are there any records of matches above B level?]

We decided that if there are records of B-rank matches, we can have a good discussion with the Nimbus team.

As he looked, he put down his phone and walked to the window.

On the large screen of the tower in the center of the base square, the dynamic logo of the Lightyear Project kept flashing, reflecting on his face.

Looking at the huge LOGO, a smile appeared on his tired face.

He never thought that his old face could be so useful.

Before the start of S7, the Lightyear Project was still a piece of paper.

Now, hundreds of people, dozens of racing and media circles, as well as machine maintenance service companies and racing modification companies are working under this banner, together protecting the future of the new generation of racing drivers.

Looking at the busy staff below, at this moment, he seemed to feel the sense of accomplishment as if he had won the world championship.

"Huh. Isn't it just that the engine is out of oil?"

"I was able to pull off the Lightyear Project, so what's wrong with this new collaborative project?"

"Just watch carefully, Shuozi."

"I'll find the oil and show it to you right away!"

After a while, he rubbed his sore eyes and dialed the number of Jiuyuan Company.

"Hello, Qinglei? How are your preparations going?"

On the other end of the phone, Lin Qinglei's voice was also full of fatigue.

Two of the printing and engraving equipment in the Higanbana Research Laboratory burned out. Zhou Yun is such a loser!

"No problem. Our CEO Yu has already allocated all the resources, and Jiuyuan Company is ready to handle the B-level competition."

"The stamp sets from the factories in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, along with the top-tier racing parts purchased from various locations, have already been delivered to the Changping Logistics Center in Kyoto. They will arrive at the Lightyear Project tomorrow. We've also already selected our top maintenance team."

"And we've also gathered a small portion of the track points required for the core components of the B-level competition... Sorry, our 'Rebirth Team' isn't a big team."

In the B-rank competition, the mecha girls' talents are fully unlocked. Twelve sets of talent imprints are available, and a system that can be equipped with multiple "systems" allows for even more extreme speed and mecha girl skills to compete...

This is no small matter.

From Lin Qinglei's tone, one can feel that it is not easy for Jiuyuan Company to withstand more than 90% of the pressure.

But the rewards are also amazing, as long as the competition can be successfully carried out...

Let Zhou Yun lose however he wants.

Hearing this, Jiang Wuyang smiled.

"It's okay. I'm already looking for investors to allocate the remaining track points. Just consider it an advance on the final reward. I'll just have to wait for the qualification to host the B-level competition to be determined."

Speaking of the Lightyear Project's investors, Lin Qinglei quickly asked, "How are things going over there? Can they join the cooperative project?"

Jiang Wuyang gave a bitter laugh: "They are the kind of people who won't release the eagle until they see the rabbit."

"Everyone is waiting for the results of the next B-level competition. It depends on when the qualification to host the competition will be announced."

Hearing that there was something going on, Lin Qinglei's tone relaxed: "Zhou Yun is really going to turn the world of Kyoto upside down."

"I don't know what the result will be when this kid competes in the B-level competition for the first time."

Jiang Wuyang couldn't help but laugh: "This kid's first game is the S game, and he can even trap the opponent twice. Can you imagine?"

On the other side of the phone, Lin Qinglei also smiled.

"I have another meeting here. I'll send you the logistics information later. Hang up."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wuyang returned to his seat with a slightly frown on his face.

He wasn't actually that worried about the qualification to host the B-level competition.

The reason why the shitty mountain of code is passed down from generation to generation is because the program always works.

But can Guanglun's investors agree to such a high-profile introduction of new players, expansion of the project cooperation scale, and changes to the agreement?
"Shuozi, seriously, how great would it be if you could come and help me?"

……

I didn't expect to finish writing it at this time.

I can't bear it anymore. I'll start writing the third chapter when I wake up.

(End of this chapter)