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Professor Black's concerns are not without reason.

Mecha operation is a dangerous course, which requires the coordinated operation of physical strength and mental strength. It is necessary to train within the tolerance range of the human body, and to launch extreme impacts beyond the original level.Insufficient training intensity will not produce positive effects, and excessive training intensity will backfire.

Half a month later is the Twelve Schools Alliance Mecha Contest. As the organizer, Kaide's strength is in an awkward position. The individual competition has been hovering in the semi-finals, and the team's best result is the runner-up.So this time the school was in high spirits, gearing up, promising a lot of money, credit compensation, recommendation letters and other promises, no matter what, they would win at least one championship.

There must be brave men under great rewards, so when the first sun shines in the morning, more than half of the students in the mecha hall have already arrived, and more than a dozen young people are divided into several circles, chatting with each other.

"Why don't you open the door yet?" The big, stout Stone was the most impatient, "Stone can't wait to try out his new ideas."

"Hey, Stone, do you want to be beaten by me today too?" Jin Burang leaned leisurely on the door frame.

"The same trick can't be done twice in front of Stone!" Stone cried.

"Come on, Stone, you will always win only 30% of your confrontation with Brown!" Binge, a girl with short brown hair, walked over with a ham and bread in her mouth. "Why isn't morning self-study open today?"

"Because there is no additional content for early self-study in the class schedule." The black-haired young man walking behind her replied.With a paralyzed face, he was dragging a suitcase on wheels.

"New face! Who are you? Did you send the equipment here? Did you join the class? Do you want Stone to teach you how to be a man?" The big stone shook his fist.

"Banbu Green. No. No need." The black-haired youth answered one by one, and walked directly to Jin Falang, "Excuse me."

Brown raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "Oh? Don't dare to challenge Stone, but challenge me instead?"

"No. I can't open the door if you block the reader."

"Open the door?"

Only then did Brown see the other party pointing the optical brain at the recognizer, a blue light flashed, and the door of the mecha simulation classroom slid open silently.

"Who are you?" Stone asked gruffly.

"Bambo Green. I'm Professor Black's assistant."

"Teaching assistant? Oh my god we finally have a teaching assistant—should I be excited?" Binge swallowed the last bite of bread and patted the crumbs.

"Brother, I think I should be thankful, after all, it is not a comfortable thing to be taught by Professor Black every time." Brown spread his hands, "Every time I play against him, I want|celestial|desire| die."

Stone reminded: "But, Mr. Assistant, you are late today. You delayed Stone's practice."

"No. The first class starts at [-]:[-], and I entered the classroom at [-]:[-], so I am not late." Bamboo replied.

"Professor Black always opens the door at seven o'clock, let us go in and warm up." Brown said.

"It's not written in the teaching manual. Is this a practice? How long has it lasted?" Bamboo opened the notepad.

"Of course it's a practice! We're going to compete in half a month! For such an important match, we must practice hard and beat those guys from other places!" Stone shouted, waving his fists.

Bamboo nodded: "I wish you success."

"Hey, why aren't you excited at all?"

"Is it necessary?" Bamboo asked.

"It's very unfriendly for you to speak like that, Mr. Assistant Coach. Besides, in order to win, is it wrong for us to consciously practice more?"

"Consciously practice more? Do you all think so?" Bamboo was thoughtful.

"Of course. Isn't the professor in the office? Didn't he tell you?"

"Not here. Nothing." Bamboo entered the office, opened the small main console, and then walked to the front of the classroom to input data on the console.Thirty simulated operation cabins buzzed slightly, ready to be called at any time.The screen in front of the console lighted up faintly, and [-] blank forms set according to the plane position of the simulation cabin jumped out, occupying almost the entire screen.

The form is synchronized with the simulation cabin, listing today's training plan, and the blank part waits for the students to complete the training and automatically report the results.

"Today's course schedule has been entered, please enter the operating cabin after warming up."

"Warm up? Mr. Assistant, are you really not going to have a warm-up game with Stone? You know, the friendship between men often starts from the first game. If you want to integrate into us, how can you not have a fight?" Brown laughed and challenged. eyebrow.

"This matter is not written in the teaching manual."

"Please——" Binge said with a smile, "The teaching manual will only teach dry things, and won't tell you how to communicate with students!"

"Um...is that so?" Bamboo thought, "Melee combat?"

"Melee combat? Hahaha, this is really a good idea..." Stone was interrupted by a voice at the door in the middle of speaking.

"Stone."

"Ah, it's the professor!"

Professor Black's face darkened: "All warm up."

"But the professor..."

"If you still want to try continuous rotation for 5 minutes followed by the fifth period of standard movements, you don't have to do it - Bamboo will prepare plastic bags and antiemetic medicine for you."

"Yes, Professor!"

Seeing the students warming up and getting into the simulation cabin one by one, Professor Black turned around and solemnly warned: "—Bambu, don't do anything with the students."

"Okay." Bamboo nodded.

"Can you make coffee?" Professor Black looked at the arrangement of the screen first, and thought there was no problem, then turned and entered the office, and dug out the coffee pot from under a pile of documents.

"Americano?"

"Yes, give me a big cup of black coffee and three pieces of sugar. Cook whatever flavor you want."

"Okay." Taking care of the professor does belong to the category of teaching assistants. Bamboo carefully moved out a flat area in the office and started to make coffee.

After 3 minutes, the house is full of aroma.

Professor Black thinks teaching assistants are still useful.

Reminiscent of yesterday's opponent avoiding the attack and accurately hitting his vagus nerve with a punch from a clever angle, he felt that this teaching assistant was acceptable.

Fortunately, the students did not fight with him, and Professor Black did not doubt the strength of the teaching assistant at all.

Stone, who had no idea that he had escaped, asked the console through the internal communicator 5 minutes later: "I have completed the first level of regular training, why didn't I jump to the second level?"

"No?" Professor Black looked at the form representing Stone's virtual cabin, "—Bambu."

"professor."

"Stone's first-stage score has reached 94 points, and he can enter the next stage of practice."

"The teaching manual stipulates that the score is 100." Bamboo said, "They asked for additional practice, so I temporarily increased the intensity."

"You? Nonsense! That's just theoretical data! It's enough to score more than 90 in the first stage! There are four quarters to follow. According to your logic, do you need 100 points in each quarter? The full score is 500?"

"This year, the average score of Twelve Schools is 432, and Cade's is 428, which is lower than the average. The average data of Twelve Schools over the years is 401, and Cade's is 405, which is higher than the average. I have reason to think that the students can improve , at least on par with the average value."

"There's still half a month left, time doesn't allow, so increasing the intensity is nonsense! Unless, like those noble schools, replenish medicine at any time, and then enter the nutrition cabin in time to fully recover after training, can the students' battery life be improved! School application, damn budget...what, you have potions?" Professor Black heard Bambus say something while complaining, and immediately pricked up his ears, "Say it again!"

"I have potions," Bamboo repeated.

"Clam?"

"You said last night that they cannot be injured." Bamboo pointed to the box he brought, "That's why I brought medicine. The nutrition cabin can't bring it, but the nutrition injection can also replace more than 85% of the effect."

"Really? Can I take a look?" Professor Black rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Yes." Bamboo dragged the suitcase, opened it, and took out two large boxes.

Professor Black couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh my God! How could you get these!" He was like a wolf, with greedy green eyes, "These are enough for half a month!"

"Yes."

"Uh, Bamboo, but I can't afford these expenses for the time being." Blake touched this box, shook the other box, put it down reluctantly, and began to discuss this embarrassing and necessary thing, "I need to support a family , The professor's stipend is not so rich, can you accept the installment payment? I can pay the interest."

"A quarter of the prize money from the Mech Contest."

"Ok?"

"The Mecha Contest Team Competition No.1 has a total prize money of 10 star coins, and these are worth 2.5 star coins. Including other investments, the total is less than 3.5 star coins, and the net profit will reach 6.5 star coins, which is a good deal business," Bamboo replied.

"You have a big appetite." Professor Black's eyes lit up.

"So, increase the intensity?"

"But will they have sequelae?" was Professor Black's last question.

"But we have nourishment." This was Bamboo's answer.

Professor Black shook his fist and shouted: "Damn|death to those bastards!"

An hour later, there was a break between classes, and mourners were everywhere.

For the next hour, the students continued to fight in the simulation cabin while holding the tablet in their mouths.Until they were sweating profusely and collapsed on their seats, unable to move.

The red lights on the roof of the operating cabin sounded alarms one after another.

"Extreme value? Alright, inject nutritional supplements!" Professor Black took a nutritional supplement, read the instructions, and found a very serious question: "Bamboo! Is this the latest type of nutritional supplement?"

"Yes."

"Damn it, all the injections must be completed within 3 minutes! There was no such restriction in the past—do you have a nursing qualification certificate?"

"No, no need." Bamboo opened the suitcase for the second time, and pulled out a gaudy... anesthesia|drunk|gun?

"It has been modified to accommodate the nutrient syringe, and it is effective for hitting anywhere on the body." Banbu took the initiative to explain, "It also adopts the bullet delivery device of the light|machine|gun, which can be fired in a single shot or in bursts. .”

He filled a row of nutrients into the "bullet|bullet|belt", picked up the gun with a very strange spray color, and squinted his eyes.Go to the nearest operating cabin.

Open the hatch.

open|gun.

Go to the next place.

without hesitation.

Professor Black looked at his standard textbook-like movements—in fact, they did come from textbooks, and frowned.

Bamboo circled the classroom in less than 3 minutes.

He walked back with the muzzle down, with a paralyzed face, and said, "It's resolved."

"The resume doesn't say you have a military background," Professor Black said.

"Not really."

"Then what's the matter with your familiarity with firearms, and even modification? Don't tell me that you learned it in the Boy Scouts. The Boy Scouts don't teach that kind of thing!"

Bamboo said: "The gun is not mine, it is the work of Milan." It was a work from a long time ago, and he just used it.

"Who is Milan?"

"My legal partner."

"Wait, if I remember correctly, you are 23 years old?"

"Yes."

"already married?"

"Yes."

"It's really hard to imagine what kind of person your other half is." Professor Black murmured, to handle such a weird person, the other party must either be a weird person, or it must be very hard.

"I can't imagine that either," Bamboo replied.

"However," Professor Black looked at the colorful numb | drunk | gun in the opponent's hand again, racking his brains but was unable to make any positive comments on the appearance of the gun body, and then thought about this strange teaching assistant himself, "... …that Milan must have had a rather unique aesthetic.”

"Quite unique indeed." Bamboo agreed, "Thank you for the compliment."

——Marriage relationships that span species and planes, is there anything more unique than them?Bamboo thought.

——I'm really not complimenting you!thought Professor Black.

According to the principle of social interaction, Bamboo then continued the topic: "I invited Milan to the mecha competition, and I will introduce it to the professor."

"...I'm looking forward to it." Professor Black's answer could only approach the official social language.

"I'm also looking forward to it." This is definitely not an official social term, Bamboo said. "It's a joy to share success with your partner."

"You sound confident?"

"Yes, we have a 50.00% chance of winning."

"So tall?" Professor Black was surprised.

"Win or lose, there is no tie in the Mech Contest." So it's 50.00%.

"Can't you say something reliable?" Professor Black was angry.

"However, probability is meaningless for individuals. If you insist, then make horizontal and vertical comparisons based on the scores of various schools over the years, and make weighted statistics..." Bamboo activated his optical brain, his fingers fluttered, and the rows of numbers dazzled his eyes.

"Just tell me the result!" Professor Black has never been a patient person.

"The probability of Cade winning both is 3.4%, 17% for an individual, and 23% for a team."

"...Thank you, you successfully hit me."

"You're welcome." Bamboo took it for granted.

"..."

"You look like you have something to say?"

Professor Black became furious: "Yes, I have something to say, I don't want to write tomorrow's extra training plan!"