Chapter 9 Mecha Training
The person who attacked him had a speed of only 1.9. Even if his brain area was higher than that of him, in the face of absolute strength, the person could only be beaten.
Fang Zhe punched the man in the chest, and the man was immediately beaten backwards.
"Puff!" The man spitted out a mouthful of blood.
Fang Zhe was not afraid of the mecha masters staring around him and hummed, "My brain is low, but my strength and speed are not low!"
The other mecha masters looked at each other and looked surprised on their faces.
The riot prevention system can predict the situation of group beatings, so they dare not surround Fang Zhe.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet for a moment. After a while, the captain of the mecha division said, "Did you really kill Barondi?"
Fang Zhe said impatiently, "Yes, how many more times do you have to ask?"
The captain of the mecha division put his hands behind his back and raised his head and said, "Okay, I'll take you to find a place to stay. After dawn, we will report to the warhead!"
Fang Zhe looked at the captain of the mecha division in confusion, wanting to see what the hell was doing.
"How about it? Don't dare to come to the warhead?"
Fang Zhe snorted and laughed, "Who said he didn't dare!"
Seeing that Fang Zhe had been absorbed into the team, the others no longer entangled and dispersed.
That night, Fang Zhe checked into a prison with three people.
The next morning, news of Fang Zhe's return spread throughout the base.
"What? That boy killed Barondi?"
"Really, Valondi has not left the lookout room yet."
"Woooooo, my cute Valondi is actually dead."
"Look, it's Fang Zhe."
"This kid is so proud now."
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On that day, Fang Zhe joined the warhead. However, no matter how the captain persuaded him, Fang Zhe refused to enter the job process.
In the end, he could not resist Fang Zhe, and the captain of the mecha division suspended Fang Zhe's entry confirmation.
When he came to the simulation training room of the warhead, Fang Zhe first introduced himself.
Then the others also gave a brief introduction. Only then did Fang Zhe learn that the captain was called Hao Fan and the middle-aged man in silver teeth was called Jinshan.
After the self-introduction, Hao Fan guided everyone to the next stage. "In two days, we will continue to go out to perform tasks. Everyone enters the simulation space, and we will conduct simulation training!"
Fang Zhe was delighted, "It's great to go out for a mission. Maybe Grandpa Luo can confirm who the two teeth are on."
Fifty-six mecha masters sat on a comfortable sleeping chair, put on their helmets, and entered the simulation space.
The simulation space is a very vast square, with fifty-six mechas parked on the square.
Hao Fan issued the first instruction, "Enter the mecha according to the number and arrange it in pairs!"
Except for Fang Zhe, everyone else came under their mecha as fast as possible.
Then, the mechas are controlled and arranged in pairs.
The other mechas completed the queue smoothly, but Fang Zhe continued to correct the position of the mechas a while ago and later.
While paying attention to the position of the mecha, Fang Zhe kept triggering the buttons with his feet. Since there were no obstacles, the mecha would not stop by itself after issuing the command. This requires the mecha master to judge when to stop.
"Now I believe that this guy's brain area is really only 7 o'clock!"
"Haha, I'm so laughing." The person who was injured by Fang Zhe last night did not miss this opportunity to make fun of Fang Zhe. "Whoever fights him or who is unlucky will not help his strength improves. Instead, he has to help him as a sparring training."
At this time, Hao Fan couldn't bear to see it anymore, "Fang Zhe, open the ruler mark in the upper left corner."
Fang Zhe immediately stretched out his left foot and clicked on the ruler in the upper left corner of the cab floor. Then a ruler marked with length appeared on the floor, and there was also a selection of unit range on the ruler. Fang Zhe looked at the distance from the target location and selected "meter" as the unit.
After several twists and turns, Fang Zhe finally parked the mecha at the designated position.
"What a terrible feeling!" Fang Zhe couldn't help but stretch out his right hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. At the same time, the mecha also raised his right arm and shook it above his head.
The cab was affected as a result, and Fang Zhe immediately noticed the unusual behavior of the mecha, "Uh, forget to turn off the gloves!"
No. 55 standing opposite him was ashamed, "Trump!"
"No. 55 to the opposite side of No. 2, No. 56 will be out of the line. Now, we will carry out training for pairs and pairs of battles. I will arrange the formation according to your situation. No. 56 will follow five meters behind me."
Although he really wanted to control the mecha and fight with others, Fang Zhe knew his weight and he needed to practice the mecha's efforts.
Even if it was simply following the task, Fang Zhe was busy and sweating profusely.
It was not until noon that Fang Zhe finally understood all the foot control instructions, and he was able to control the mecha more smoothly for movement.
However, his feelings about time and space are really bad, and he often cannot grasp the exact distance and speed of movement.
Fang Zhe had no talent in this regard, otherwise he would have entered the Mecha Normal University like Feng Lie and his younger sister. He would not have left the school just after high school.
"Talent? Diligence can make up for your shortcomings, but I don't believe that I can't feel it!" Fang Zhe gritted his teeth and made a secret decision to improve his brain.
The stronger the brain domain, the better the physical fitness. It is said that some masters who have developed their brain domain to 100 points can compare their speed and strength with monsters.
Leaving the simulation space, Fang Zhe put the mecha training aside, after all, his brain also needs rest. Moreover, he also has important things to do. If it weren't for the old man's helping him, Fang Zhe wouldn't have stayed at the base safely. Who knows whether the old man monitored him? Therefore, he had to do his best to do his job for the old man.
Secretly, Fang Zhe paid attention to Kingsoft's movements and looked for opportunities to start.
The afternoon training began soon, and the captain was placing formations for others, while Fang Zhe trained on his own.
After practicing for an hour, Fang Zhe always felt that he was busy.
"No, the progress is too slow. It would be great if there were special practice methods." Fang Zhe was very dissatisfied with his training progress. If he wanted to break his own limitations, the clichéd method could not bring him a bright future.
"By the way, I know. Just like before, I can't always do one set of papers. I have to practice a few more sets of papers so that my brain can unconsciously understand the problem."
Fang Zhe immediately came up with a good idea, he wanted to let the mecha play a set of boxing skills. Once again, Fang Zhe took action immediately.
He kept trying to make the mecha make accurate movements, and after completing one movement, he tried another movement.
Throughout the afternoon, he finally tested a set of boxing techniques.
"The first step is to control the left leg of the mecha to move one meter left, and the second step is to move both fists to the waist..."
After practicing boxing for two hours, Fang Zhe felt that he had made significant progress in his sense of time and space. At this time, it was time to have dinner and everyone was offline.
"Offline?" Fang Zhe's mind suddenly lit up, "I'm such a fool. I've missed the chance to pull my teeth twice. However, there's still a chance tomorrow."
At night, Fang Zhe applied for the use of the simulation space from Hao Fan, and Hao Fan approved it.
Fang Zhe took out his strength, developed three sets of boxing operation steps, and then practiced selflessly.
As it turns out, Fang Zhe's method is effective, and he feels that some aspect of his brain is gradually being developed.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!