After being a spare tire for four big guys at the same time [Transmigration Book]

The exoskeleton made of ultra-light metal material was attached to Shi Ji's left leg.

Two days ago, Zhan Chen set out to build this set of equipment, and had already measured all his body data in detail.

The exoskeleton extends from the knee joint to the ankle for a completely seamless fit.The hydraulic transmission replaced the damaged ligament, and inside the pure black high-strength protective gear, the sensor was glowing red for standby.

Zhan Chen adjusted the equipment, supported Yu Tang's leg, and let him move gently with the exoskeleton: "Do you feel any strangeness?"

……

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Yu Tang urgently discussed with the system: "Does nervousness count as a strange feeling?"

The system was also a little nervous, with a small red light flashing, and analyzed carefully with the host: "Shi Ji was born in the Special Forces, they often help each other put on equipment, and are very used to this level of physical contact, this should also be a trap... "

Yu Tang calmed down and shook his head calmly before the trap.

He originally planned to study the wearables by himself, but Zhanchen has been immersed in the laboratory all year round, and the assembly operations are undoubtedly more proficient, and the adjustments are more accurate.

Before such a critical battle, in order to prevent accidents, any slightest hidden danger should be avoided reasonably.

...and the exoskeleton does feel a little cold.

Yu Tang lowered his head to see that Zhan Chen used the same attitude as when assembling the mecha, carefully checked every detail, and fastened the last buckle for him.

Yu Tang asked the system: "Is it really impossible to communicate with other employees?"

"The regulations in the bureau are like this...you can't communicate outside of your role."

The system said: "If it is really an unannounced visit by the supervision department, they will OOC themselves. Not only will they have to deduct experience points, but they will also be temporarily suspended to distribute leaflets."

Yu Tang was mentally prepared: "Got it."

He still couldn't remember who Zhan Shilin was. Since he couldn't even remember this incident, he had no way of knowing who the "Zhan Shilin" Zhan Chen and Zhuang Yu mentioned he was looking for was. Not alone.

But it is undeniable that since seeing Zhan Chen, memory fragments have flowed back into his sea of ​​consciousness intermittently.

All utterly shattered, scattered fragments in an electronic storm.

Yu Tang himself collected a lot, and piled them up in the eye of the storm, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't put them back together.

The system is also aware of this matter. It knows the host's hands-on ability, so it makes a reasonable guess in a low voice: "Could it not be a matter of fragments..."

Yu Tang: "..."

The system changed its words abruptly: "The fragments must be too shattered."

Yu Tang also felt the same way, he put down the puzzle training in his hand, lowered his head, and looked at the calm and smooth movements of Zhan Chen's hands.

……

This time, it is another memory.

He melted into the bright sunlight, followed the pattern cut out on the curtains, and quietly entered the room.

That person is not there.

There were a few soft pillows on the sofa, he couldn't hold back, he buried them in the wind and played with them for a while, then went to the kitchen to look for biscuits familiarly.

The guy was a mediocre cookie hider, always on the second shelf of the closet, and never remembered to close the closet door.

Today's biscuit is chocolate hazelnut, sprinkled with chopped hazelnuts, and has a sweet creamy filling.

He liked the taste, so he took a few extra rolls, and wanted to go back to the study to find milk, when he saw a book spread out on the table.

He remembered the last time he came and saw that man sitting at the table and flipping through books under the lamp.

He thought he was handsome and wanted to learn, so he jumped on the bookshelf a few times following the sunlight, and landed on the desk, blowing up a gust of wind.

... "Books" are much more fragile than he thought.

He looked at the pages of the book that had been torn by a gust of wind, he was a little flustered for the first time, and the book didn't fit well, the more he tried to repair it, the longer the torn place would be.

He was circling around the book anxiously, but before he could think of a way, the door had been gently pushed open.

The figure who came in was a little surprised when he saw the mess on the desk, but soon turned into a helpless smile: "Okay...it doesn't matter, don't fix it anymore, I won't be able to fix it anymore."

He never touches people, throws down the books that are about to be tossed and falls apart, and quickly hides along the light and shadow.

He poked a little bit out from the top of the bookshelf and looked down quietly.

The man sat at the table, took out the tools in the drawer, put together the torn pages, tidied up the spine of the books that were about to fall apart, carefully trimmed away the wrinkled parts, and fixed them with wax. The paper was remade as a book cover.

In the hands of that person, a book has become unrecognizable that it has been tossed and tossed to pieces again, and it is even more beautiful and stronger than before.

It was getting hot, the man sat in the sun, wiped off the thin sweat on his forehead, and turned on the small fan: "Do you like reading?"

He was faster than the wind, and hid behind the bookshelf with a whoosh.

There was a smile in that person's eyes, and he slowly arranged the bubble gums he just bought one by one by the table.

"...The task has reached a critical stage, and I'm a little busy."

That person didn't look for him, and continued on his own: "When I get back to the department, I'll make you a robot that can turn pages by itself..."

He didn't listen carefully to the rest.

His attention was all drawn away by the colorful bubble gum, and he quietly moved to the edge of the table, moving the sugar to the edge of the table little by little.

The man looked down at the book, as if he didn't notice him at all.

He seized the opportunity and set off a gust of wind to blow away the bubble gum. Following the airflow from the fan, he borrowed force from the man's shoulder and quickly melted into the bright and clear sunlight.

……

Yu Tang's sea of ​​consciousness fluctuated, and those pictures turned back into a small fragment.

The system asked in a low voice: "Host, host, have you thought of something new?"

Yu Tang nodded. He took a piece of bubble gum and peeled off the wrapper.

Not just the memory in this fragment, he also remembered other things.

For example... human beings are not able to do everything promised.

The man agreed to him, and made him a robot that could turn pages when he returned to the ministry.

But it wasn't until he came to this book to carry out the mission that he finally saw what a real book-turning robot should look like in Zhan Chen's dormitory.

Before this, he always thought it would be a huge mech.

Using mechanical fingers with a diameter of ten centimeters, which can breathe fire and emit lasers, pinch the book and help him successfully turn a page in an hour.

He had seen this kind of robot, they were about the same size, and the shortest one was two stories tall.

He didn't remember what he was going to do, but he remembered that he had been pinging on those big iron bumps repeatedly for several months, waiting for a familiar response from inside.

He knocks once a day, for eight hours each time, and then goes out to find something to eat for himself.

The biscuits outside are not good, he went back to that house, there are no biscuits on the second shelf of the closet, and no one will organize the pillows anymore, and pile them on the sofa to form a small fortress that can be drilled in .

He knocked on those robots patiently, until the cold and hard shell of the mecha corroded and peeled off in the unobstructed wind and rain, and finally collapsed one day, leaving only old and scattered parts on the ground.

Those hard iron shells are indeed a little cold.

……

After Zhan Chen finished debugging, he stood up and stepped back: "Try it."

Yu Tang understood what he meant, and tried to stand up slowly without taking the crutches that were put aside.

The hydraulics start for the first time with a slight mechanical sound.

At first, there were some unspeakable subtle eccentricities, but after getting used to it thoroughly, the mechanical and stable support strength was silently supplemented through the joints, replacing the function of the ligaments that had lost more than half a year.

Shi Ji's data began to fluctuate.

The fighting instinct left in his body is far sharper than ordinary people.

With the support of this exoskeleton, he can even clearly feel that the lost stability and explosive power of this leg have been temporarily supplemented, and it is even close to the peak state before the injury.

"This is the limit that the machine can make up for." Zhan Chen said, "I will make you a new set of exoskeleton when your legs are healed."

Shi Ji raised his head.

Zhan Chen doesn't intend to play, he has his own observation position, and he will go back after installing and debugging this set of exoskeleton.

This place is already very close to the auditorium, and many discussions, sarcasm, and insinuations can already be heard clearly.

It's not just ridicule aimed at Shi Ji alone, the soul of the mecha is the operator, the battle changes rapidly, and there will be countless accidents at any time.With the current level of AI, it can't even match the adaptability and judgment of a first-year student.

As long as an auto-piloted mech is paired with a wingman, it can pass this assessment battle, which is unbelievable.

Zhan Chen could hear the cynicism, but his eyes behind the glasses remained calm.

Shi Ji tilted his shoulders slightly toward Zhan Chen.

He no longer relied on crutches, but relied on the support of the exoskeleton to stand firm, and in his usual warm eyes, sparks that could burn the ground silently ignited.

Shi Ji put on the protective gear and jumped onto the wingman.

His movements were light and soundless, and almost at the same moment as he entered the cabin, the shield was snapped on. As soon as the procedures were checked, a notification sounded that the mecha pairing was successful on the wingman's operation panel.

This was not possible in the past.

Shi Ji's program does not allow him to be paired with any mech other than Sheng Yi, even if he just tries a little, he will get a cold threat of strangling level.

But this time, even the slightest resistance was not exerted on him.

Shi Ji opened the control panel and saw that it was always turned to the lowest thrust limit mode.

He closed his eyes amidst the beating of his heart.

"Let it go."

Yu Tang has returned to the sea of ​​consciousness, he is biting the straw of the ice-cola, his eyes are still fixed on the computer screen.

Yu Tang clattered on the keyboard, distractedly reciting the words of support written by the system: "The Dolphin rushed, beat the villain until he was blindsided, Xiaoji took the first place, won the opponent's temper..."

Yu Tang couldn't bear it anymore, and briefly looked up from the data in his head: "Can I change the copywriting?"

The system was very satisfied with this creation, pulled a big red banner in the sea of ​​consciousness, and shook the maraca lively.

Shi Ji couldn't hold back, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

Without delaying any time, he selected the unrestricted mode, put on his goggles, and pushed down on the joystick.

The computer in front of Yu Tang was connected to four full light screens, he withdrew his mind, opened an airtight net, and blocked all the instructions issued by the anti-OOC program firmly.

The silver-gray mecha lit up with dazzling red taillights.

The silver blade glowing with cold light opened, piercing the tense and almost stagnant air, and the Dolphin entered the designated combat area closely following Ji Ji's wingman.