The bald cat sucked by the dragons

"Brother!" Nanmu hurried over. Wen Jinsu was eating the candied haws that Rong Eyin bought for him slowly. When he saw Nanmu, he obediently reached out to say hello.

Nanmu hugged Rong Eyin's shoulders, "Brother, I'm serious, we became friends, I sent you my terminal number, you can check it, I am the director of the Central Design Institute, the Mech Design Institute. "

"Did you watch the game video of my younger brother? He is really talented." After Nanmu quit the game, he felt a little strange about Rong Eyin's abnormal performance. body.

Nanmu watched the replay, Taosu's physical skills were indeed outstanding, but Nanmu's focus was all on his process of dismantling the mech and assembling the weapon.

Although Wen Jinsu's methods were mechanical and crude, Nanmu could tell that his dismantling points were all correct.

Nanmu has never seen that someone can change the weapon used by the mecha into a handy size in such a short period of time.

Also, Wen Jinsu's method of violently opening the cockpit when he was attacked was also very subtle.

Different from the orthodox method, Wen Jinsu's technique was unheard of by Nanmu. When watching the replay yesterday, Nanmu always felt that he was about to touch something, but it was separated by a layer of veil.

Taosu is only eighteen, and should be the age when he just entered university. As far as Nanmu knows, the mecha design major in high school can only talk about the superficial theory. Either is rare.

Moreover, Taosu's sharpness and calm performance during the game surprised Nanmu.

Nanmu and Wen Jinsu got close. "What major does my brother study?"

Wen Jinsu was at a loss, what is his major? "I haven't studied it before." He has just finished junior high school, and his brother said that in a few days, he can start high school.

"Ah?" Nanmu was stunned. He preconceived that Taosu's technology, at least, was a student in the frame design department, but he didn't expect to be admitted to university.

Or?Nanmu looked at Rong Eyin hesitantly.

Isn't it true that the family is so poor that they can't afford to send their children to school?He disappeared suddenly two years ago, maybe something happened at home.

Nanmu's thinking is like a wild horse running wild, and he has already thought of the scene of his parents dying, his elder brother pulling his younger brother to grow up, and the two begging along the street.

I didn't even think about it, how could a family who could afford two holographic devices be so poor that they couldn't solve the problem.

Nanmu looked at Wen Jinsu with tears in his eyes, his snot bubbles were about to pop out, "Brother, woo woo woo, it doesn't matter if you want to go to school or not, I can subsidize you and write you a letter of recommendation, I won't let you talents are buried..."

"Ah! Why are you hitting me!" Rong Eyin slapped Nanmu on the back of the head, and Nanmu let out a cry.

"Don't talk nonsense to my child." Rong E was full of disgust when the boy thought of something. "He is in a special situation and has not yet entered school."

"Didn't enroll? Then where did you pass the exam?" Nanmu regained his energy, and didn't care about Rong E's beating him up, "I was still a nominal lecturer at Imperial College, if my brother told me about it at school, he would be able to do it for him. "

"It's not decided yet, and we'll talk about it later." Rong Eyin held down the restless Nanmu, "I promise to contact you when it's settled, and I'll beat you if I keep nagging."

Seeing Rong Eyin's accumulated prestige over the years, Nanmu closed his mouth in disappointment, and looked at Wen Jinsu sadly from time to time.

It's not that Rong Eyin doesn't trust Nanmu, it's just that going to school depends on Wen Jinsu's own situation, and what he learns depends on him.

"By the way, don't you want to change your brother's face?" Nanmu suddenly remembered the scolding battle on the Internet,

"It's up to him." Originally, the purpose of playing games was to make Wen Jinsu happy, so the image of this character depends entirely on the child's preferences.

Rong Eyin went online to participate in the finals. He was afraid that Wen Jinsu would be afraid, so he deliberately sent him to the door of the box. Before leaving, he did not forget to warn Nanmu, "You take care of my brother, if anything happens again."

Rong Eyin didn't finish his sentence, but looked at Nanmu with a half-smile, his eyes were extremely kind.

"Of course, of course, I guarantee that my brother will not lose a hair." Nanmu rubbed the back of his head, okay, he can't handle the big one, but can't the small one get close?

It happened that I was short of a little apprentice, so I bribed him with delicious food, "Brother, let me watch the final with you, can I buy you ice cream?"

Wen Jinsu remembered that when the results were announced yesterday, Nanmu had advanced, so why did he have to sit in the auditorium with him in the final, "Aren't you going to compete?"

"I'm a mecha designer, and I come here every year to join in the fun. After all, a designer who can't mecha is not a good designer." Nanmu said confidently, "Is my brother interested in mecha design?"

Wen Jinsu didn't know what it was for, and shook his head honestly.

Nanmu committed an occupational disease, "During the competition yesterday, the contestants issued general-purpose mechas, which are also the most basic style, with a mental power level of B. The threshold is low and easy to get started, but the endurance is not strong enough, and the mental power level is higher. Players will feel restrained when using it."

In the previous learning process, Wen Jinsu had access to mecha knowledge, but most of it was the popularization of this new type of weapon, which was not as simple as Nanmu, a practitioner, Wen Su listened quietly.

The mecha does not mean that the higher the level, the better, but that the more it matches its own level, the better its physical fitness.

For example, people with low levels of mental power cannot drive high-level mechs.

However, people with high levels of mental power need to pay attention to the output of mental power when driving low-level mechs. If the level difference is too large, a little carelessness may destroy the mecha.

However, driving a low-level mecha for a long time will cause mental violence more easily, which is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing.

"In the entire empire, Marshal Rong should be the one with the highest mental strength. He is 3S." Nanmu propped his chin, watching the mecha competition on the big screen, and he has not yet arrived in Jiangling.

"It's a pity that the highest level of mechas is only up to S level. It is said that Marshal Rong has already shown symptoms of mental violence. I don't know if it is true."

Nanmu didn't finish his sentence. After all, this rumor has always been there. If you want to check it, you can find it with a random search, but you can't just say what follows.

A while ago, Marshal Rong took a vacation after returning from the Poor Star, and it was said that it was because he was appointed to take care of the child.

In fact, it seemed that Marshal Rong's body was no longer enough to support him, and he continued to fight in a mecha that didn't match the height.

This is a very sad thing. People with a higher level of spiritual power bear heavier responsibilities and face greater risks.

They are designers, but they can't come up with a mecha that can match the high ability value.

It's not just Rong Eyin, there are not a few high-powered people who have died in these years because of long-term driving of low-level mechas, causing mental riots.

Nanmu wanted to change this situation, but to no avail.

"Marshal Rong." Wen Jinsu muttered to himself, "Rong Eyin?"

Nanmu was a little surprised, there was only one marshal with the surname Rong, and he was the most popular, so Tao Su didn't know. "Yes, that's him."

"What is a mental riot?" This was the first time Wen Jinsu asked Nanmu a question on his own initiative, and Nanmu thought he was most interested in this, so he immediately told what he knew.

The author has something to say: Nanmu wags his tail: Brother!younger brother!you see me!

Wen Yuhan's black face: My brother is so redundant.

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