Mecha Summoner

It is not difficult to use thirty buttons proficiently, but the difficulty is how to choose thirty buttons out of [-] buttons. After some sorting, Tong Ming managed to choose from so many buttons that he thought were essential. Less than thirty button actions.

After such a while, an hour has passed. Tong Ming shook his hands. The sense of powerlessness and loss of control just now was slowly fading away. Looking down at the console, he put his hands on it again, just as he was about to press When he got down, his hands were pulled away.

"You can't move your hands today, unless you don't plan to continue the game tomorrow." Oles said forcefully.

Tong Ming was taken aback: "But if I don't move, how do I know if I'm suitable or not?"

Oles looked at Tong Ming with deep eyes: "I believe Master, you can do it." Whether it was the previous design of Zhao Jin or the competition and training not long ago, it all proved Tong Ming's strength.

Tong Ming was a little helpless: "But I have paid for it. If I don't train, the [-] yuan will be wasted." After spending [-] yuan, there are only [-] yuan left in his card, which is given by the Tong family. His living expenses for half a year, this kind of living standard is higher than ordinary people, but the various fees of the Federation Academy plus some training, the money is still far from enough.

Oles lowered his head: "Does the master want to see how I control the mecha?"

Tong Ming suddenly raised her head and looked at him in surprise: "Is it possible?"

"Of course." Oles walked to the front of the console, and Tong Ming walked aside silently.

Unlike Tong Ming's seriousness, Oles, who had already walked to the front of the console, looked relaxed. When Tong Ming was still struggling with how to expand the scope of control, Oles had already directly controlled the entire console.

The hand speed is so fast that the fingers can hardly be seen, and the movement state of the mecha displayed on the screen, if you don't see it with your own eyes, I am afraid no one will believe that this mecha is controlled by someone inside.

Attacking, defending, rotating, every movement is very smooth and perfect, as if this mech was given life.

Tong Ming opened her eyes wide, looking at the picture in front of her in disbelief, not even daring to blink.

Not long after, the movement of the mecha gradually became slower, and the range of buttons controlled by Oles gradually decreased, from the original all to the next two hundred, one hundred, five, one hundred, and the movement of the mecha was no longer so beautiful. , but every step is in place, the attack is swift and fierce, and the defense is tight.

Tong Ming narrowed her eyes, no longer looking at the mecha movements on the screen, but carefully looking at Oles' hands. At this moment, his movements were already clear for him to see, and he, of course, would not give up on this A chance to learn.

When Oles finally stopped his hands, Tong Ming also exhaled heavily, closed his eyes quickly, and began to recall the picture he saw just now in his mind, breaking it down frame by frame.

After a while, Tong Ming opened his eyes and looked at Oles seriously: "I understand, thank you, Oles."

A real master will not be limited to the control range. If the range becomes smaller, it may affect the aesthetics and fluency of the mecha, but it will not affect the most important attack power.

During the two hours, Tong Ming was controlling the mecha for the first hour, Oles spent 10 minutes controlling the mecha in the next hour, and Tong Ming spent the remaining 10 minutes thinking about how to accurately control the mecha. Controlling the mecha, he no longer said it was a waste of time, it would be great to be able to sit inside the mecha cabin and think about how to control the mecha.

After leaving the mech, Tong Ming looked at the vast space outside, and was still a little uncomfortable for a while. Perhaps only that small space could make him feel that kind of cordial feeling.

Soon, the next day's game began.

After Luo Fanyue said hello to Tong Ming, the game started immediately, but after leaving, Luo Fan still said that it doesn't matter if Tong Ming loses, it's just a game, nothing special.

To this, Tong Ming only nodded and smiled.

After a day of competition yesterday, all the contestants have already been ranked. The rankings are sorted according to the time of the game and the number of wins and losses. With only two chances of failure, Tong Ming's ranking, who had already lost a game yesterday, was really not good.

Seeing the long list on the big screen not far away, the passers-by just glanced at it and didn't look at it again. Today is only the first day. The first place may have been eliminated before entering the final top [-].

But Tong Ming was a little dazed looking at the list, and pursed her lips tightly: "Oles, tell me, is there any gambling about the game?"

Oles understood Tong Ming's thoughts almost instantly: "From the information of previous competitions, it seems that there were indeed related gambling in the past." Having said that, he paused for a moment, and then said in Tong Ming's pleasantly surprised When he opened his eyes wide, he continued, "But even if there is, it will take two months to determine the top [-] before there will be any profit. It is currently impossible for the master to make money with this method."

Tong Ming's face turned bitter in an instant, the rapid transition from surprise to disappointment made him a little unbearable: "Oles, can you finish talking at once?"

Oles smiled: "If I finish talking at once, I won't see such an interesting change in the master's expression."

Tong Ming said angrily, "You can be more shameless."

"Okay, master."

Unexpectedly, Oles would answer like this, Tong Ming pressed the button to confirm the game in a fit of anger, and soon he appeared in the small space of the game, and not long after, his opponent also appeared.

"Forbearance", this is the opponent's name.

"[-], [-], [-], [-], [-], the game begins."

As soon as the system finished speaking, Tong Ming pressed a few buttons, and in the lower right corner of the mecha screen, his mecha rushed towards the opponent with his fists waving.

"Hey, how can you be so shameless, you are sneak attacking, do you know that?" As soon as the last word fell, he was hit and flew out, and the next moment, the attack of "Pluto" fell again.

"I'm not ready yet, you get me ready before you hit me." I was kicked away.

"Even if you win this kind of game, it's useless." Kicked down.

Flying, kicking down, kicking down, kicking down... During the whole game, "Forbearance" was under the overwhelming attack of "Pluto", and the blood bar gradually decreased. Until the end, "Forbearance" failed to attack "Pluto" once, Perhaps it was because he was too depressed, and the chatter of the mecha master inside "Forbearance" never stopped, but no matter how much he scolded, the result of the game was irreversible.

When the blood bar on the top of the opponent's head was only blood skin, Tong Ming smiled slightly, and at the same time looked at the name on the top of the opponent's head, "Yin Ren", this name really does not resemble the character of the master at all.

"GAME OVER, Pluto wins."

The next moment, Tong Ming appeared in the huge waiting area, and before he could say anything to Oles, he heard an angry voice not far away.

"Bastard bastard bastard, sneak attack is fine, don't say anything, if I let me know who that guy is, I will definitely beat him up."

Tong Ming followed the voice and saw a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old kicking the chair fiercely, and turned his head silently. Why did he have the feeling that he was bullying a minor?

Oles also noticed the change in Tong Ming's mood, raised the corners of his lips, and sat beside Tong Ming and said in a low voice: "Master, the game of bullying children is not something to be happy about."

Tong Ming glared at Oles: "You are the one who bullies children, and your whole family bullies children."

"Hahaha," Oles raised his hand and stroked Tong Ming's head, "Master is getting cuter and cuter."

Tong Ming shook off Oles' hand, unwilling to admit his willfulness just now, he was obviously taking a calm and calm route.

"About the match just now, Oles, what do you have to say?" Tong Ming asked calmly. Perhaps the match just now went so smoothly that he didn't feel like he had already played a match.

Oles leaned on the back of the chair: "The master wins by preempting strikes, but although 'Pluto' has the upper hand from the beginning, the most important thing is that the opponent's level is too low. mistakes, but the opponent didn't seize a single opportunity, once the master meets a slightly stronger opponent, the result of the game will be unknown."

Tong Ming was choked and speechless: "So you mean that the reason why I won the game just now was not because of my high level, but because of the opponent's poor level?"

Oles said blankly: "Originally, the level of the contestants in this mecha competition is uneven, and it is another kind of victory to meet the poor level."

Tong Ming turned her head to look at Oles: "So you want to say that luck is also a kind of strength?"

Oles looked at Tong Ming, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "The master summed it up very brilliantly."

Tong Ming turned his head, he found that since Oles changed into a human form, he seemed to be a different person, and became even more wicked: "I plan to compete again today."

Oles was a little surprised: "Didn't the master say that there is only one game a day?"

"Well," Tong Ming nodded, pursing her lips tightly, a little embarrassed, "But I don't have any money now, and I can still have some money left over by practicing during the competition."

"Hahaha," Oles laughed loudly, "Master is right, who said Master is poor."

Tong Ming curled her lips: "I know I'm poor, you don't have to remind me over and over again."

"Yes, master, it's Oles' fault. Now that the master has made a decision, let's continue the game." Oles smiled and looked at Tong Ming, without showing any sincerity in admitting his mistake.