interstellar perfect fit

In his previous life, Lu Rong's favorite thing to do was squatting in the laboratory and tinkering with mechas, and he seemed to be quite talented in this area, and he quickly mastered the essence. The eldest prince was quite generous to him in terms of expenses. So he invited a mecha manufacturing master to teach him.

Xie Wang once jokingly asked him if he would like to be his exclusive mech master.

In the previous life, Lu Rong naturally refused, and praised the eldest prince who found a teacher for him in front of Sifal.

Xie Wang smiled strangely, patted his head and said, "You are so naive and simple".

After more than ten years, Lu Rong was even able to fix various problems with Xie Wang's palace-level far-space mecha, Haotian.

Mecha manufacturing and maintenance work requires mental power, so most workers are sentries and guides, and the "waste guides" and "waste sentries" with mental power levels of E and F are the main ones.

After all, most of the sentries and guides with higher spiritual power would choose such glamorous careers as soldiers, politicians, or celebrities.

Lu Rong asked Lian Bai to apply for the Mecha Manufacturing Department because he could guide him in this area, and Lian Bai's spiritual level was really not high.

There is a street in the capital city, which is regarded as a gathering place for mecha repair shops. Lu Rong plans to try his luck there.

"Sorry, we only recruit people with formal mecha maintenance qualification certificates, and your situation does not meet the standards."

"Go, it's actually a black household in the imperial capital. I'm most annoyed by people like you. If you don't leave, I'll call the police and arrest you!"

"You're too young and capable... you'd better go back to school, why are you hanging around here?"

"..."

It was already dark.

Lu Rong came out of a mecha repair shop with a blank face, complaining in her heart that missing me is your biggest loss today.

He decided to go to the last store again. If he was kicked out again, he could only work as a waiter in the bar.

He touched his half-length hair, and felt that he was so handsome and handsome that he shouldn't even be unqualified to be a waiter.

Lu Rong knocked on the door of the small shop at the end of the street that seemed to have the smallest storefront and had no business all day.

"The door is closed, come back tomorrow." A man's voice came vaguely from inside.

"I don't want to repair mechas, so I just want to ask if you are still short of people?" Lu Rong raised her voice to sell herself through the door: "I have ten years of experience in mecha maintenance, from scrap iron level to palace level , I see that no one has come to your place all day, and the business is not very good. I wondered because there is no such powerful mech repairer as me, do you want to give it a try?"

"..."

The man inside sneered, probably thinking it was interesting, so he stepped on a pair of slippers and came over and opened the door.

A tall, handsome man with disheveled hair appeared in front of Lu Rong.

"Little boy, you can repair a palace-level mecha. You have a big tone. You have to make a draft if you want to brag. You are 15 years old this year?" The man looked at Lu Rong and said bluntly.

"I'll be seventeen next month." Lu Rong was not stage-frightened, he saw that this person was a guide, and his Quantum Beast was a hummingbird.

The guide of this kind of quantum beast will be even more powerful when engaged in the maintenance of precision instruments.

Lu Rong continued: "If you don't believe me, you can let me try."

The man raised his eyebrows, and said: "The mechas here are at least tens of millions of grades. If they are repaired, it will be fine. If they are not repaired, you will not be able to pay for them if they are dismantled and sold. How do you count?"

Lu Rong put one hand in his trouser pocket, looked at the man without fear, and said, "You can do whatever you want."

"So confident?"

"So confident." Lu Rong said.

The man stared at him for a few seconds, moved away from the body blocking the door, and signaled him to come in.

Although the store looks small from the outside, not ostentatious enough, far inferior to those repair shops with flashing neon lights that look like a wall, but inside it looks like professional high-tech laboratory equipment.

A crimson mecha with beautiful symmetrical cloud patterns engraved on it stands on the left side against the wall. It is a full three stories high, and it is obviously a distant sky mecha.

The distant sky mecha is the mecha with the most parts, the most complicated structure, and the most difficult to maintain. The mental power level of the maintenance engineer is required to be at least D level.

"I've done most of the repairs, you can try to see if you can find the problem." The man stood by, obviously not intending to interfere.

Lu Rong didn't speak, and went forward directly with the testing equipment. There was a red egg sitting on his head, and when he came to the side of the mecha, the red egg began to jump up and down on the mecha, jumping up and down, very lively. Incredible.

Lu Rong released her mental tentacles, and went inside to check the inner parts of the mecha that were invisible to the naked eye.

This is why the vast majority of mecha makers are sentinels and guides, because the spiritual tentacles of ordinary people are like a pool of stagnant water, and there is no possibility of materialization at all. Stone can resonate and dock with the spiritual tentacles, and be captured by the spiritual tentacles.

The mecha has beautiful lines, and the star origin stones inside are quite evenly arranged. While estimating the price of this mecha, Lu Rong carefully looked for the problem.

After about 5 minutes, Lu Rong found a gap near the energy supply.

"Five centimeters below the Xingyuan stone container, a connecting wire was burned," Lu Rong said.

The man glanced at him and said, "Can it be repaired?"

Lu Rong rubbed his chin, picked up the toolbox and supported the repair table with one hand, and jumped up lightly. Under the surprised eyes of the man, he climbed up the climbing frame to the waist of the mech, and then tapped the opening with a tool. Hidden door.

After more than 20 minutes, Lu Rong closed the small door and jumped down again carrying the toolbox.

During the period, hummingbirds kept flying around his ears, like a supervisor throughout the process.

"Boy, you are only 17 years old this year, and you have been repairing mechas for ten years?" The man looked at Lu Rong differently.

Lu Rong smiled, put the toolbox back to its original place, grabbed the red egg that insisted on nesting on top of his head, and said, "Almost, maybe a little longer, but I don't remember clearly."

The man said: "Your technique is really sophisticated, show me your hand."

Lu Rong spread out her hands.

Because of mining all the year round, even a pair of teenagers' hands have many calluses on them, but they don't look any different from the hands of a mech repairer.