Don't bother me, I'm super fierce

If it is an ordinary military training in an ordinary school, one of the most sacred and pious must-dos for every student must include praying for rain.But for them, it was just the opposite. The heavier the rain, the more excited the instructors would be. They made their orienteering more difficult to train like ducks, and released tears in the rain.

In the midst of the collapse of all the people, the majestic rain curtain was pulled away from the sky, and they practiced in the rain. In the dark, many people fell down in the mud pit and couldn't get up.Most of the remaining ones who are lingering on their last legs have more air intake and less air output.

Shi Zhou wiped away the rainwater that was about to flow into his eyes, slipped up the unknown brother with weak legs, and pulled him to keep him from paralyzing on the ground. grass, I'll take you there to lie down."

The eldest brother was so moved that he burst into tears.

The boy rolled his eyes and was about to faint while talking and spitting rain: "I want to, too, give me a ride."

Residents on the frontier once photographed a strange scene from a distance: a long string of unknown objects howled and ran wildly in the rainy day, and the leader was particularly thin, but he took on the burden of life early.

The instructors were very kind-hearted. Seeing that they had experienced such torture for the first time, they did not continue. After rectifying their military posture, they shook their heads gloatingly at them: "Comrades, the rainy season is here, and there will be frequent storms and storms in the next month. You have to get used to it." it."

Everyone, Meng Jiangnu cried down the Great Wall.

In fact, the army understands where the limit of their physical load is better than they themselves, and the training is to step on that line desperately and break through themselves.The shrewd medical staff are faster than anyone else when they see someone unable to hold on.

And Shi Zhou, with his pale face, experienced the baptism of everyone worrying about him falling down so many times, and he fell behind the team every time, and was praised by "he is so strong".

Instructor Zheng sneered at this and said nothing.

And after the rain today, everyone seemed extremely excited, and no one was left behind. They rushed to the bathroom on time, changed into new clothes, and waited for the next class in high spirits.

Almost all the way, all the topics closely revolve around a word that appears frequently:

"Mech Class!"

"We're going to machine armor!"

What's more, they called out affectionately and obscenely: "Ji'er! Here we come!"

Kirk has been in a particularly excited mood since before going to bed last night, tossing and turning all night and having trouble falling asleep. This morning he ran five kilometers without panting, and his eyes are even more frighteningly bright at this moment, as if a super-powerful laser light was installed: " Xia Xia Xia Xia Xia Er, I am nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" Shi Zhou turned over a page of the booklet, which contained detailed information about the weapon, and he memorized it quietly.

"I'm afraid the mecha will think I'm ugly." Kirk wasn't joking at all.

When Shi Zhou didn't speak, Hu En poked his head over first: "You're not ugly, I think you're pretty."

Kirk was at a loss for words, stuttering and unable to utter a word.

Shi Zhou couldn't help lowering his head again, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Although you are not as good-looking as Shire, you are pretty good." Hu En scratched his head and commented shyly.

Kirk's face quickly darkened, "Get lost."

Hu En didn't know why, so he stood up aggrievedly and turned his head three times.

"Okay, come back." Kirk said anxiously.

Hu En took two strides, came back happily, and picked up Shi Zhou and Kirk's bags: "I'll go to class with you."

The things in the bag are all the operation manuals related to the mecha. These days, everyone reads them with unprecedented enthusiasm, and they never leave their bodies whether they are standing, standing or eating.

Kirk didn't read it at all because he memorized it as a kid.

Shi Zhou didn't read it either, because he learned a lot a long time ago.

Only Hu En was left struggling to read at night every day, wishing to eat the book and destroy his corpse.

The two made a noise and the other came to the gathering place, and the instructor waited for them with his hands behind his back.

What caught everyone's attention was the ordinary black mechas behind the instructors, lined up quietly in a row, obviously without fireworks, but subconsciously giving people a sense of shock.

The excited blood of the students dropped a few degrees, and it was stained with solemnity.

"I know you're excited and don't want to listen to my nonsense, but let's go through the motions with a few polite words."

"You have chosen this path, and the only thing in front of you is life and death. Your partners are not only from those who are traveling with you, but also from them." Instructor Zheng pointed to the row of mechas in front of him, looked at them, and his voice was loud Open, "They are the closest existence to you, all your laughter and tears are connected with it, it is the first barrier to protect you!"

"The empire has a thousand-year history, and the reorganization of the mechs. A mech you use at will may have been soaked in the blood of the heroic souls of the predecessors. The glory of the empire will last forever, and you are the hope of continuation!"

Shi Zhou stayed silently at the end of the line, isolating a world by himself, completely different from other people's blood boiling.

"Others are seeing mechas for the first time, it seems that you are not?" A voice suddenly came from beside him, steady and low.

Shi Zhou lazily rolled his eyelids, and replied with what this man said yesterday: "I'm a liar."

"Liars are not suitable to stay in the army, and those who have secrets can't go far." The re-exported words carried a bit of warning.

Shi Zhou stared straight ahead: "I don't have any secrets. Privacy is not the same as secrets. You can explore it if you want."

There was no movement around him, and there was a very low chuckle for a while.

Kirk turned his head and caught a glimpse of a pure black back. He was about 1.9 meters tall, tall and slender, with silver embroidery faintly visible on the black shirt.

Just the back view can fascinate people, and it can also perceive information that is not easy to mess with.

"Charles, who is he?"

"I don't know, maybe the leader who came to inspect you. It's not like you haven't experienced the gaze of the head teacher when you were in school. They like to do this." Shi Zhou blinked his eyelids naturally, and said nonsense. Divert Kirk's attention from other topics, "Concentrate."

On the big screen, the process of the instructor entering the mech to demonstrate the operation is projected.

Putting on the helmet, using mental power, and the commands represented by the various buttons, Shi Zhou has already been familiar with them these days. He followed the actions of the distant mecha step by step to determine what order the operator gave.

The distance between them and the mecha was getting smaller and smaller, until the instructor jumped out of the mecha lightly and announced that they could try it.

Kirk was the first to notice something was wrong with Shi Zhou, and asked with concern, "Charles? What's wrong with you?"

Shi Zhou's face was pale, looking at the tall and cold mech, his whole body could not help but tremble slightly.

To him, the mecha is just a cold shell, or to be more precise, he is just a useless person to the mecha.

Although on the surface it seems that he can barely maintain the D-level mental power, but in fact his mental power and sea of ​​consciousness seem to be blocked, and once he wants to use it, he is not even as good as a commoner.

fear.

It's not because of the bone-piercing pain that must be experienced to mobilize the mental power, but because of the gap between being able to control the top mech and now having nothing to do with it.

He raised his legs numbly and sat on the mecha, put on the connected helmet, and the sensor that communicated with the outside world could vaguely hear other people's excited or excited screams.

The equipment inside the mech was unfamiliar yet familiar. Shi Zhou gently stroked it, and finally let go, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling violently.

The breath in his throat was like a battered bellows.

He pressed the button, disarmed the equipment on his body, and jumped off the mecha: "Sorry instructor, I can't operate it."

There was an uproar.

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The entire training ground was filled with the sound of vomiting one after another.

The vertigo training device standing in the middle was running at full speed, and every five minutes, a pale-faced person, covering his mouth desperately, stepped out of the machine and knelt on the ground.At the same time, there will be an instructor beside him who will quickly and kindly hand over a trash can to facilitate his next actions.

Looking around, everyone stuffed their faces deeply into the trash can.

The instructors are always happy to see the success of things that are frustrating, and they stand cheerfully in the center of the venue and look down on the others, saying sarcastic words: "You can't do this, the machine has only reached the fourth level and it's like this, our passing line is the sixth level .”

Just like aircraft, mechs also need to undergo anti-vertigo training.After all, the cool skills of driving a mecha into the air or rolling forward are not stunts but basic operations. Although the previous training involved some, it was not as formal as it is today.

Hu En carefully pinched the back of Kirk's neck, like holding a weak chick, worried that Kirk would forget himself and suffocate to death in his own vomit: "Kirk, are you okay?"

Kirk didn't have the strength to reply to any of his words.

In fact, Hu En himself is not in good condition, his skin that has always been tanned can be seen today with a trace of weakness and paleness, like Zhang Fei who has put on liquid foundation.

"Where's Charles?" Kirk managed to slow down a bit, looked around the field, and started his daily cub hunt.

"I don't know." Hu En shook his head, "I feel like he hasn't come out since he went in."

"Fuck, Charles won't die in it!" Hu En slapped Kirk's thigh in shock.

Kirk is so daring that he throws Hoon into the trash can.

As soon as Shi Zhou stepped out of the machine, he saw the scene of two people so loving and loving each other in the distance. He was really relieved and touched his mouth.

Instructor Zheng didn't know what he was thinking: "There are clean trash cans over there, don't be so burdened with idols."

Shi Zhou let go of his hand, his lips were pale, and he looked particularly weak, but it seemed no different from usual.

Instructor Zheng couldn't tell whether he was suffering or not, so he wrote a few random strokes in the data book in his hand, and chatted with Shi Zhou: "I have survived the eighth-level mode, why did I have a problem with mecha driving? Er, you... oh..."

When Shi Zhou said that sentence, he originally thought that Shi Zhou was hiding his clumsiness as before, but it was only when they looked at each other that Shi Zhou's eyes showed disappointment and despair, with slightly moist eye sockets, he realized that something was wrong .

He was very upset.Everyone cherishes talents, but Shi Zhou got stuck at the most critical hurdle. The contrast with his usual perfect appearance is even more embarrassing.

If the pilot of the mecha can't pass the test, Shi Zhou's situation in the army will be very sad. He will either be sent back directly, or he will just stay silent and have no chance of being on the battlefield.

Most importantly, Shi Zhou seems to have a deep affection for mechas.

"Char..." Instructor Zheng sighed.

Shi Zhou's face was so pale that it was ugly, his eyes flashed with moist light, he lowered his head slightly, his voice was hoarse and exhausted, he didn't know if it was the illusion of instructor Zheng, but he heard a little choking.

He said: "Instructor, let me try again...let me try again..."