After dressing as a green tea omega

After dismantling the high-level mecha from the warehouse, Xie Xi hid in the dormitory and studied it for a whole week, and finally figured out the principle and the essence of the mecha clearly.

In essence, the mecha is a kind of thing that is very similar to the puppet's construction principle. They both have the appearance of "human", but the materials of the construction are different, but the biggest difference lies in their core driving energy.

Puppets are driven by spiritual power and formations, and they can actively attack without being manipulated all the time. However, mechs are different. They need someone to manipulate them internally. They are more flexible and difficult to manipulate.

It seems that each has advantages and disadvantages, but in fact there are worlds of difference.

The energy of the puppets comes from the spiritual power in the environment. As long as there is spiritual power, the puppets will never lose their mobility, but the mechs can't.

Traditional mecha energy comes from ore extracts, and each action consumes a huge amount of energy. Generally, a basic mecha needs to replenish energy after four hours of activity at most, and an advanced mecha can last for about ten hours, but when the launch is too high Attacks with destructive power will deplete stamina faster.

If the two can be combined, the effect is by no means as simple as 1+1=2.

"It's a pity that the aura here is too thin." Xie Xi said to himself.

In the interstellar era, the spiritual energy is exhausted, and the remaining spiritual power is simply not enough to support the actions of a mecha. Even if the spiritual power formation is integrated into the mecha, it is of little practical significance.

Xie Xi sighed with regret, but he didn't regret too much. The development of everything is an inevitable result, and there is no need to force some things...

"bang bang bang"

The sound of Song Yu knocking on the door came from outside the bedroom door: "Xie Xi, it's time for us to go."

"Here we come." Xie Xi turned off the virtual projection screen, arranged his clothes, and walked out of the room.

Today is the day when Song Yu is running for the president of the student union. He is wearing a simple white shirt, black suit pants, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, neutralizing the childishness brought by the baby face. He looks a lot more mature and serious than usual .

If he doesn't speak up.

"Xie Xi, I'm so nervous." After speaking, Song Yu couldn't help hiccupping.

Xie Xi gave him a strange look: "Didn't you still have confidence yesterday?"

Song Yu: "Yesterday was yesterday, today is today, and the most important thing is that yesterday I didn't know that the second prince would come too!"

Xie Xi: "Second prince? Harris?"

Song Yu nodded heavily.

Xie Xi: "What is he doing here?"

Song Yu took it for granted: "Of course I came to check the standard of this year's student union."

Seeing that Xie Xi still maintained a slightly puzzled expression, Song Yu sighed and resigned, "I knew you didn't care about these things, and you didn't know what was involved."

"If members of the Imperial University's Student Union perform well, they are eligible to be recruited directly into the Royal Council after graduation, which is equivalent to an additional shortcut."

Xie Xi: "So you want to join the Royal Council?"

Song Yu shook his head: "I don't want to enter the Royal Council, if I want to enter, I will enter the cabinet. Who doesn't know that the rights of the Royal Council have been emptied? There is almost no real power in my hand. If I enter, I will live in retirement. It is not my pursuit after all. .”

Xie Xi nodded knowingly, and then said nahan, "Since you want to enter the cabinet, why do you want to join the student union and run for president?"

"No, I don't want to enter the cabinet either." Song Yu waved his index finger, "My family has been in business for generations, and it has long been impossible to achieve what I am today by relying on wisdom and luck."

"These people in the student union may not see anything now, but in the future there will inevitably be a few who are going to be famous. It is not a bad thing to build a good relationship with them. Anyway, I will inherit the family business sooner or later. It is always better to make some preparations in advance. That’s right, you can’t let such a huge family business fall into my hands.”

"You really know how to plan ahead." Xie Xi teased with a light smile.

Song Yu was rather proud: "That's not true."

Xie Xi patted the back of his head and reminded: "Okay, let's go, you're going to be late."

Song Yu came back to his senses and quickly covered his mouth: "Yes, yes, yes, I will stop talking, let's go."

……

The election for the president of the student union is held in the auditorium exclusive to the student union. The venue is not too big, it can accommodate up to 200 people, and some outsiders can barely be allowed to attend.

Xie Xi randomly picked a seat near the back row and sat down. Seeing that he could stay alone without any problem, Song Yu went to the speech waiting area in the front row to prepare.

With nothing to do, Xie Xi simply closed his eyes and quietly circulated the spiritual power in his body to check his own cultivation status. His current spiritual power has accumulated to a certain level, and he will break through in a short time. A lot of attention is needed so as not to be overwhelmed.

The spiritual energy circulated in the body for only two laps, and suddenly there was another person in the empty seat beside Xie Xi.Sensing a faint fragrance of orchids, Xie Xi slowly opened his eyes, and looked sideways, facing the second prince, Harris, whom Song Yu mentioned before.

Xie Xi greeted lightly: "Second Prince."

"Xie Xi, I didn't expect to meet you here. What a coincidence." Harris said lightly. He originally thought that today would be a boring day, but suddenly there was an unexpected surprise, and his mood became quite good.

He happily said, "Are you also a member of the student union?"

If Xie Xi entered the royal council through the student union, wouldn't they have more opportunities to meet in the future?

Xie Xi shattered Harris' fantasy simply and neatly: "I'm not a member of the student union."

"My friend is running for student body president today," he explained.

Harris nodded a little disappointed, and then asked, "Who is your friend?"

"In front, the baby-faced one with gold-rimmed glasses." Xie Xi looked at Song Yu in front of him.

Song Yu happened to be looking at Xie Xi, and seeing Xie Xi looking at him, he waved at him.

"Your friend is very energetic." Harris commented pertinently.

Xie Xi hooked the corners of his mouth: "People who live positively are always full of vitality."

"I suddenly envy him a little bit." Harris said with downcast eyes.

Xie Xi subconsciously asked, "Why did the second prince say that?"

Facing Xie Xi's clean and pure eyes, Harris suddenly had the desire to confide: "Because my life has been planned long ago, and someone has already made the decision for me at what age and what to do. , I just need to do what they ask. I don’t need to be too good, so as not to surpass my elder brother; nor too mediocre, so as not to lose face of the royal family.”

Harris smiled helplessly: "This is my destiny."

Like a pool of stagnant water.

"No." Xie Xi looked Harris in the eyes and said, "This is not your fate."

Xie Xi experienced the fate of being at the mercy of others for many years, and it was not until the moment of death that he completely got rid of it. He knew Harris' helplessness better than anyone else, and at the same time, he felt a little compassion.

"No one's life should be in the hands of others. The more you don't resist, the worse those people will become. Even if it is fate, it should be up to you to decide, even at the cost of death." Xie Xi face The expression on his face didn't change much, but his expression became extremely firm. What he said didn't sound like advice, but more like stating the facts.

Harris said thoughtfully: "I see."

What fate is not fate, in fact, he has never been convinced in his heart.

[The author has something to say: The second day the general is away, I miss him. 】