"The most important thing in controlling the mecha is not the moves, but the combination of small movements." Schneider put away his smile and said seriously.

Fang Mingwei was stunned again. Schneider's thinking jumped too fast, so why did he talk about how to control the mecha at once?

"Basic postures, combined postures, and these small movements are the most important things to control the mecha." Schneider explained while constantly making movements in his hands: "The battle of mechas is about adapting to changes, and to make the most correct choice at the moment of the confrontation, you need rich experience in facing the enemy, as well as... the basic postures and combination postures that have been printed in the bone marrow."

"Imprinted into the bone marrow?" Fang Mingwei was very surprised.

"Yes, you have to keep doing these movements until they are imprinted into your bone marrow and integrated into your soul. Until you close your eyes and display them perfectly by instinct alone."

Fang Mingwei took a deep breath and asked nervously: "Does it be necessary to reach the peak of controlling mechas?"

"No." Schneider smiled happily and said, "Doing these is just the most basic requirement of a mecha operator. If you can't even do these, you are not worthy of controlling the mecha."

"So how can we reach the level of a top mecha operator?"

“Experience, talent and effort.”

Fang Mingwei looked at him with some insight, the cowardice and confusion in his eyes were wiped out, and replaced by extremely firmness: "I understand, Schneider, I can practice basic postures and combined postures, of course, I will also watch the video."

Schneider nodded silently, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face: "Practice slowly, I have something to do, let's go first."

"good."

Watching Schneider leave the training room, Fang Mingwei seemed to move his mouth, and two inauspicious words came out from the tightly closed teeth: "Thank you."

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After removing the sensor and stretching his waist comfortably, Schneider let out a satisfied moan.

"How is it like bullying a newbie?" A middle-aged uncle sat down beside him, holding two glasses of red wine in his hand, and asked with a smile.

"Oh, Dr. Kashe." Schneider quickly sat upright. Although this was his house, Kashe was his uncle. Dr. Kashe was also the teacher who taught Schneider's physical skills and mechas. So in front of this serious uncle, Schneider, who had always been unruly, maintained enough stability on the surface at least.

Swaying the bright red liquid in the cup, Kashu's smile remained unchanged: "How does it feel?"

"Well, it's great." Schneider nodded and expressed his thoughts. He had no secrets in front of Dr. Kashu.

"Is that true?"

"Absolutely." Schneider seemed to be recalling every link just now, and his eyes were still shining: "Do you know? Fang Mingwei is a genius, no, he is a monster and a genius, a truly unlimited guy."

Kashu handed one of the glasses of wine to his proud disciple.

Schneider took it, drank it all, and continued, "I bet that he is not my opponent now, but he will soon catch up and surpass me. So I have to compete with him more now, otherwise when he surpasses me, I will be beaten."

"Is that so? It's incredible that I actually heard the evaluation of another genius from one genius." Kashui repeated with a smile: "It's incredible."

"No." Schneider said seriously: "Dr. Kashu, in front of Fang Mingwei, I don't deserve the word "genius" at all." His voice had a rare excitement: "Do you know? He actually started practicing with the virtual mecha master on the first day of learning to control the mecha. Do you understand? That's the course that ordinary mecha hands only started two years later."

"What's wrong? You've been beaten down all of a sudden."

"Yes, although it was solved in a short time, have you ever seen his performance? He lost to me just because he had no experience and no experience. However, in terms of proficiency and skill in manipulating mechas, it is a classic like a textbook. I can guarantee that no second person can achieve such talent."

Dr. Kashu sighed deeply and said, "Snyder, you have finally grown up."

"No, it's mature." Schneider corrected.

"Maturity?" Kasho glanced at him strangely, then smiled happily.

However, after being excited, Schneider threw his body into the sofa behind him. He covered his face with his hands, and a faint bitterness in his voice: "When I saw Fang Mingwei, it would be difficult even if I wanted to be immature."

Kashu stepped forward and patted his shoulder gently.

He knew that this pride of heaven, who had been highly anticipated since childhood, was deeply lost at this moment.

Indeed, after seeing Fang Mingwei's performance on this day, even the most conceited person has to admit that Fang Mingwei is a real genius.

And it is foreseeable that when Fang Mingwei grows up, anyone will be shrouded in his light, no one can be exceptional, and even Schneider cannot.

Kashe looked at Schneider with a hint of admiration. If he met such a peerless genius character at the age of Schneider, his performance would definitely not be as good as that of this young man.

"Okay, how long do you think he will grow up?" Kashui changed the subject.

Schneider hesitated for a moment and said, "It's hard to say, but I think I shouldn't dare to practice against him in another year."

Kashe nodded slightly, Schneider's inference was similar to his estimate. Perhaps in a year, Fang Mingwei would surpass Schneider in all directions.

And at that time, of course, he would no longer be bored with Fang Mingwei.

"Okay." Dr. Kashu said vigorously, "Get up, let's go to Skynet and practice for a while."

"Why?" Schneider said inexplicably: "Isn't today's training over? I don't want to be beaten."

Dr. Kashu said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you can knock your first opponent down in ten seconds? Hehe, I'll give you a chance now."

Schneider's body froze, and his face suddenly had a flattering smile: "Oh, my dear uncle, that's just something to motivate Fang Mingwei. How can you take it to heart?"

"Stop talking nonsense, go to the sky network."

"Can you not go?"

"sure."

"real?"

"Really." Dr. Kashu raised his wrist, pressed a number, and after pulling it through, he asked, "Is there any free training ground in the academy? Well, okay, leave one for me, I'll come right away."

Put the wine glass in his hand on the table, with a gentle smile on his face: "Snyder, let's go to the training ground in the academy to do practical battles. Hurry up, the cost of the consignment will be paid by the loser."

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