After binding the defective product system, I became a group favorite

Yang Yimin made Cen Yang cry, although he didn't know why, but he was still worried for several days, for fear that Cen Lang would ask him to blame him, but Cen Lang treated him as usual for several days, which made him He couldn't help but began to wonder what happened to Cen Yang that day.

"Amin...Amin!" Cen Lang raised his voice slightly when he yelled a few times in response.

Only then did Yang Yimin come back to his senses: "Huh?"

"Give me the spray gun."

Yang Yimin picked out a tin spray gun from the full tools on the tool table at hand, checked the tin liquid inside, and handed it to Cen Lang who was standing on the operating table.Cen Lang's long hair was tied up neatly. He took the tin spray gun and focused on spraying the solder evenly on the broken joints of the mech, and then heated it for welding.

"All right."

Cen Lang took off his mask, and the console slowly landed. When it reached the ground, the railings opened. He walked to the tool table and taught Yang Yimin a lesson: "Be careful in the future, and let Xiao Gao repair it for you next time if it breaks."

Yang Yimin followed, hugged Cen Lang from behind, clasped his waist tightly with both hands: "I don't, I can only repair my mecha for me."

Cen Lang let him stick to it, and his subordinates neatly arranged the tools one by one, and then turned on the operating system of the studio to check the parts he sent to the machine for turning and milling.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yang Yimin felt aggrieved and said, "I asked you to be my exclusive mecha maker, so it's fine if you don't do it, and now you don't want to repair my mecha..."

"When didn't I repair it for you?" Cen Lang was helpless, "I'll fix the hole in the shell for you myself, what else can I do?"

Yang Yimin complained: "You are impatient with me."

Cen Lang: "..."

I really should ask the group of recruits outside the training to come and see what kind of moral their instructors are, and see if anyone will listen to him when he trains people next time. A group of newcomers who meet the requirements have undergone a four-month unified training at the military base, and are initially divided into different levels, and then sent to the various organizational branches of the military department for further training.

The three legions also each selected a batch of reserve soldiers, trained them first, and then decided whether to recruit them or not after seeing the results of the training camp.The First Legion has always been the pinnacle, and now the group of top students that were pinched out have been pulled back by Shen Heng and thrown to Yang Yimin for training.

Thinking of this, Cen Lang suddenly sighed, "Time flies so fast."

"Huh?" Yang Yimin didn't know what he thought of.

"Three years ago," Cen Lang pointed out the window, "You were still training outside."

Freshmen are not allowed to go to the mecha manufacturing department, but Yang Yimin runs here every day, and when he is caught, he is dragged to run for a penalty, and he still has to come after the run. I don’t know how many times Cen Lang has seen other recruits go to eat. He was still running round and round alone on the playground.Now, Yang Yimin left the children outside to stand in a military posture, and secretly hid here with Cen Lang, occasionally looking through the window, catching anyone who is lazy can make them cry.

Recalling the past, Yang Yimin deeply felt the hard-won life now, so he stickily brushed away Cen Lang's long hair tied into a bundle, and bit his fair neck: "At that time, you didn't even look at me... "

"A Min!" Cen Lang was caught off guard, his hands trembled, and he almost mistyped a parameter.He took his hands away from the keyboard, leaned on the tool table, and took a few breaths, "Stop messing around, I still have something to do."

Yang Yimin smelled the fresh fragrance of Cen Lang's hair from his nose, and he didn't want to let go, and wanted to reach out to unbutton Cen Lang's neckline. Cen Lang quickly covered it, and when he was about to push him away, Yang Yimin's internal communicator suddenly It rang.

"Tsk." Yang Yimin let go of Cen Lang and turned on the communicator. It was Willi who asked him to handle the year-end assessment of the Military Academy.

Yang Yimin said angrily: "Willie is looking for me, I'll go first."

Cen Lang reached out and touched his ear, Yang Yimin lowered his head like a big docile dog.

"Go."

In addition to the graduation test for graduates, the Military Academy also conducts regular year-end assessments every year for students above the second grade. Among them, the assessment of mecha individual soldiers is in November, and the mecha maker is in December. Military cooperation is required.

"It just so happens that you are also leading the newcomers this year, and you know their level well, so go over and have a look at them during the assessment, and if there are any good seedlings, hurry up and take them." Willie transmitted some information to Yang Yimin, "I reported your name up. ?”

Yang Yimin has nothing to do, "How long will it start?"

"a week later."

Yang Yimin made the calculations, "It can be staggered with the mecha training of recruits. The daily training can be done by Lao Gao alone, and I have to do it with him during the training."

"No problem, it usually takes five or six days. Okay, I have nothing else to do, so go ahead."

While Yang Yimin arranged for someone to go with him to the Military Academy to participate in the assessment, Cen Yang also got the news.

"Assessment?" Cen Yang thought for a while, and it seemed that there was such a thing, "But it should be from the mecha individual department first, and ours will be in a month."

"Although this is the case, we also have to go to the assessment of individual mecha soldiers. This is a rigid requirement of the academy. Mecha makers make mechas and mecha weapons. It is not an assembly line job, it must be combined with the operation of individual mecha soldiers Habits, advantageous movements, personal attributes, etc. to make corresponding mechs, we first-year students can just watch it, and we have to write impressions from the second grade.”

The girl who spoke was the girl who talked to Cen Yang on the day of the report, Tang Ruantang.At that time, she said a few words to defend Cen Yang, but she stood too close to the third-year senior who was in charge of reporting, so he listened to her words.

This senior is called He Kang, and he has a rare S-level perception. He naturally has a sense of superiority. He already dismisses students with A-level perception and below, and even sneers at the students in the second class.

"People who don't even have a B-level, don't waste the school's resources to learn mecha manufacturing. There's an old saying - dead wood can't be carved, natural waste, why force it!"

Crowds with high perception are inherently superior, and since He Kang can be regarded as an outstanding mech maker in the past two years, there will naturally be a group of people following and flocking. , the chain of discrimination in the mecha manufacturing department was even more serious, and even Tang Ruantang, who had said a few words for Cen Yang, was also squeezed out very badly.

Once Cen Yang and her were assigned a group assignment in a class, but no one was in a group with her. Cen Yang guessed that it was his own fault, and took the initiative to form a group with her. Later, the two slowly played together.

At this time, the two were sitting in the discussion area, discussing the group homework together. The homework for the first graders would not be too difficult. This time, it was to draw the three-dimensional structure diagram of the elbow joint of the mech. They spent the whole morning sorting out the general structure. Alright, let's rest for a while before continuing.

After Tang Ruantang finished speaking, Cen Yang smiled: "Maybe it's a requirement only for classes like yours, we have no arrangements."

After all, the perception is not up to par, even if you watch the game, you can't see any way.

Tang Ruantang was a little surprised: "Ah... sorry, I'm not... I..."

"Hey, it's okay," Cen Yang comforted, "It doesn't matter."

"But you'd better watch it with me," Tang Ruantang insisted, "You should just watch the excitement, the mecha individual soldier competition is very interesting."

"Okay." Cen Yang agreed.

The two chatted for a few words, and continued with the rest of the work.Originally, Cen Yang had no intention of studying hard, but it might be because of his genes. He was completely obsessed with the course the first time he took the class. Those mecha structures that are complicated to others are incomparable in his eyes. Graceful, every part fits perfectly, and every connection is extremely exquisite, which is the supreme beauty of the industrial age.

Tang Ruantang would be surprised sometimes, the two of them obviously took the same course and progressed at the same pace, why when discussing with Cen Yang, it seemed that Cen Yang was answering her questions?

When returning home at night, Tang Ruantang fell into deep self-doubt and decided to stay up late for tutoring today.

"The rest of the questions, I'll ask the teacher tomorrow." After all, the two of them still encountered many problems within less than two months after entering school.

"No need," Cen Yang said, "There are too many people queuing at the teacher's place, I'll take it back and ask my brother."

Those people were still waiting to see Tang Ruantang's jokes, just kidding, he is the most talented mecha maker of the new generation... His brother, if he can't even do a group homework well, his brother will not have to live.

"Is your brother also a mecha maker?" Tang Ruantang asked, her face suddenly changed, "Wait a minute, Cen Yang... your brother is...Cen, Cen Lang?"

"...there are too many people with the surname Cen." Cen Yang waved his hand, "Go back to the dormitory!"

"I'll just say..." Tang Ruantang heaved a sigh of relief, and skipped back to the dormitory.That night, she held the book for a long time, but she still didn't understand a few things Cen Yang told her, so she had to ask her roommate in a low voice.However, the other party mocked her and didn't teach her anything.

Tang Ruantang had no choice but to write it down silently, and ask the teacher or Cen Yang tomorrow.

Central area, Shen family.

After dinner, Cen Yang moved his computer to Cen Lang's room: "Brother, please help me take a look, I can't always draw this chamfer well."

Cen Lang raised his eyes, a little surprised: "Doing homework?"

"Yes," Cen Yang said strangely, "what's the matter?"

"...It's nothing." Cen Lang put the book in hand aside, walked to the desk, and glanced at the results of Cen Yang and Tang Ruantang's day-long drawing: "That's right. You can't use the sphere formula for chamfering, look at this place ..."

"Xiao Lang." Halfway through Cen Lang's teaching, Shen Yanzhi knocked on the door outside, "Leite Star has a technical question for you, are you free?"

Cen Lang opened the door: "Wait a minute, I'll finish Yang Yang's homework first."

"Yangyang is doing his homework?" Shen Yanzhi said in surprise, "Oh, then you can help him first, there is no rush at Leiter Star, they just want to get close to you."

Shen Yanzhi said he was going to come in, when he suddenly saw Shen Heng's figure outside, he said, "Shen Heng, Yang Yang is doing homework."

"..." Shen Heng, "Yes."

The aunt came up with a fruit plate: "Marshal, did you see Yang Yang? He said that he had to do his homework today and it was very hard. I made him a fruit cut, but he was not in the room."

"Here." Shen Yanzhi gave way, leaving room for the aunt to enter the door.

This is not over yet, that night, when Cen Yang went back to his room to rest, he also received a message from Yang Yimin: I heard that tonight is the first time you have done your homework at home since school, do you want to celebrate?

Cen Yang: "..."

So has his trash dim sum character design become so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?