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This kind of simulated mecha training does not require mental power. It is compared to manual operation ability. It is intended to be assisted by manual operation when there is an obstacle in the connection of mental power. It can also be regarded as a way to save lives in an emergency in mecha battles.

He walked to the simulation warehouse and touched it, and suddenly felt a little itchy. At that time, Shen Fan quite liked playing this game. When he was in high spirits, he would find a few people to play against each other.

However, he was still a little puzzled. According to the urine of the three old men, his name should have been cleared long ago.

He hesitated, jumped into the operation cabin, and entered a series of numbers on the interface.

The login account used for this simulation game has an alarm number and no password. After all, no one will fight for honor for others. He entered his previous police number, then checked the practice records, and found something wrong.

Many of the records are from this year, which means someone has been practicing here with his siren. Shen Fan slid his fingers gently until he found the first record that appeared after his "sacrifice".

At this point in time, it was almost the time when new recruits joined the army that year.

Shen Fan clicked the screen and lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds. He could vaguely guess who it was. This brat dared to do anything. He was the only one who had the ability to maintain the top record.

After exiting the login interface, Shen Fan entered another alarm number and clicked Confirm.

Afterwards, a series of announcements sounded in the simulation cabin. He put on his seat belt and started training attentively. After playing five games in a row, Shen Fan finally found some of his previous feel. After another five games, his satisfactory results appeared on the screen.

When he came down from the simulation warehouse, many people were already standing at the door and watching. After all, the name "Shen Fan" had been recorded for three years.

Shen Fan turned his head and glanced at the highest record at the top. The number one result above suddenly changed to "Lin Jue".

He whistled and walked out in front of everyone's eyes that were either shocked or amazed.

Shen Fan glanced at the time, but it had only been more than an hour, and there was not a single missed call on the optical computer, which meant that Lin Jue might still be in that damn meeting.

He was used to this kid clinging to him all day long, and he seemed a little bit disappointed when he suddenly became "cold".

However, Shen Fan also understood that this was the military headquarters, and Lin Jue could not be as liberal as he was at Blue Star. There would always be some "baggage" of being a lieutenant general.

Forget it, just go back, it’s really boring here.

When Shen Fan turned around to leave, he almost collided with a person behind him.

"Excuse me……"

It was because Shen Fan was distracted and didn't pay attention to the person behind him. He apologized first before looking at the person he knocked down.

"Shen Fan?"

The familiar face and familiar voice made Shen Fan confused for a while. He took a step back and adjusted the expression on his face before saying hello politely.

"It's such a coincidence that you are here too?" Facing his old friend, Shen Fan's eyes unconsciously showed some warmth. He didn't know how to call Xie Qiuchi now, so he simply stopped calling him by his name.

"Did you break that record just now?"

Xie Qiuchi speaks very fluently, and his eyes are firm and powerful. He is completely different from Wang Yong, who was once naive and silly, and could not speak a word well. He was dressed strictly in black, completely different from the other people who were wearing cool clothes.

Shen Fan knew why he wore it like this, because it was the only way to hide the scars on his body. Xie Qingwei didn't even apply for a medical cabin for him, so he just let his new injuries pile up old ones.

"It's me, what's the matter with you?" Shen Fan's tone was gentle, even a little worried.

"Can you teach me."

Xie Qiuchi's words surprised Shen Fan. He pursed his lips, and after weighing Xie Qingwei's warning and the eager expectations in front of him, he looked up at him, "Why do you want to learn this?"

Xie Qiuchi's eyes were still clean, but there seemed to be no happiness in them as before, as if they were being pressed by something, and there was some heaviness in them. He whispered back, "I want to learn, I want to win..."

After Shen Fan was silent for two seconds, he said, "Okay, I'll teach you. Come with me."

Anyway, he was leaving early tomorrow morning, and even if Xie Qingwei knew about it, he wouldn't be able to catch him. Besides, Xie Qingwei wouldn't really do anything to him in full view of the public.

The two returned to the mecha simulation training room again and entered the same mecha cabin.

Shen Fan asked Xie Qiuchi to sit down, while he nestled in the small space behind him.

"Say it first, I will teach you, and you must listen to me without any doubts." Shen Fan folded his arms and said in a serious tone.

"It's up to you." Xie Qiuchi raised his shoulders nervously, like a new recruit waiting to be trained.

"Okay, the first step is to smile."

"Okay, ah?" Xie Qiuchi turned to look at Shen Fan with a confused look on his face, "What?"

"You can't question it." Shen Fan crossed his arms and said with a straight face, "Smile!"

Xie Qiuchi's face trembled, and then the corners of his mouth turned upward, revealing a forced smile.

"Well, very good, continue." Shen Fan suppressed his laughter and suppressed his anger, and pressed the muscles on Xie Qiuchi's shoulders, "Relax, you are simulating operations and not really going on the battlefield. Why are you so stiff..."

"Okay..." Xie Qiuchi kept this strange smile and relaxed his shoulders a little.

"Okay, look ahead, don't look at me, concentrate!"

Xie Qiuchi started the simulation program, and Shen Fan watched him operate, pointing out his problems from time to time.

At first, Xie Qiuchi was in a hurry, but then he got better and better. By the eighth game, he was finally not beaten within five minutes.

Shen Fan patted his arm and said, "Okay, rest."

Xie Qiuchi seemed to be unfinished, but he still obeyed and stopped, turning his head to look at Shen Fan with burning eyes.

"Can I continue to practice with you in the future?"

"I'm afraid not," Shen Fan smiled awkwardly, "I'm leaving here tomorrow."

Xie Qiuchi showed some disappointment, but still said, "Where are you going?"

"Blue Star." Shen Fan uttered two words softly and asked, "Have you been there?" "

"I don't know," Xie Qiuchi pointed to his head, "I was injured here and I don't remember many things."

Shen Fan's heart sank and he comforted, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember. People always have to look back and create new memories..."

Xie Qiuchi turned his head and asked, "You were looking at me that day. Did you know me before?"

Shen Fan was dumbfounded. On the day of the memorial service, he did stare at Xie Qiuchi many times before being warned by Xie Qingwei face to face.

"No," Shen Fan didn't want to cause any more trouble to Xie Qiuchi's future, "We... didn't know each other before."

The look of disappointment on Xie Qiuchi's face became even heavier.

"However, we know each other now, let's introduce ourselves again," Shen Fan stretched out his hand in the cramped space, "My name is Shen Fan, you can call me... Xiao Fan."

This was the name he heard most often during that period of wandering and illness. The person who called him the most was "Wang Yong", so he left the right to call this name to Xie Qiuchi now.

"Xiao Fan?" Xie Qiuchi gently held Shen Fan's hand, feeling an inexplicable intimacy with this name, "You can call me Qiu Chi."

"Qiu Chi..." Shen Fan read this familiar yet unfamiliar name again, "Hello."

I don't know why, but Xie Qiuchi felt a little sad in those beautiful eyes even though Shen Fan was smiling all the time.