Don't bother me, I'm super fierce

Shi Zhou's achievements in hand-to-hand combat made him attract the attention of many people. Unexpectedly, he couldn't open the mecha, and immediately there was a lot of discussion.

Is a soldier who cannot operate armor still a soldier?

"Good morning, gang leader." People in the army who were not used to Shi Zhou came over in a gang and sneered.

Hu En slightly deformed the iron cup in his hand, and was about to stand up to beat someone, but Shi Zhou Qingdan stopped him with a glance, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and bit the steamed bun bitterly to discourage him.

Fighting is strictly prohibited in the army. When they saw Zhou's face was calm and did not have a conflict as they wished, they slipped away first.

Hu En swallowed all the steamed buns in the bowl in a blink of an eye, still not feeling relieved, he squeezed the cup back to its original shape, and asked Shi Zhou: "What do you do now?"

Shi Zhou shrugged: "At worst, I'll be the leader of the gang."

"Are you kidding! This joke is not funny!" Hu En just wanted to slap the table vigorously to express his objection, but was scared back by Shi Zhou's faint glance, "It's not that you don't have mental strength, why can't you start the engine? First?"

Shi Zhou paused for a second, then continued on his own: "If I become a gang leader, I will definitely give you a few more steamed buns."

Hu En took a deep breath, annoyed by Shi Zhou's reticence, angrily lowered his head and stuffed food into his mouth to block his mouth that couldn't say anything good.

Kirk observed Shi Zhou's face hesitantly: "Charles, are you sick?"

Shi Zhou didn't answer this question directly: "You don't have to worry about me, I will find a way."

Hoon and Kirk looked at each other, and at the same time heard a heavy sigh from the other's heart.

Putting down the dinner plate and saying hello to the two of them, Shi Zhou did not choose to go with them, and explained his whereabouts: "I'm going to train."

The base army is considerate, and specially opened up the training authority for the recruits. As long as they register well, they can enter the training ground to adapt to the mecha at any time.

Although everyone has applied, most of them have more people than they want.Daily training is enough for them to break down and rely on the few hours of sleep to recover.

Shi Zhou's strong physical fitness, which had become useless, barely played a little role, at least giving him a chance to race against time to save himself.

Because the light of the incandescent lamp contrasted sharply with the night outside the window, it was dazzling and dizzy.

Amid all the silence, a black mech stood quietly in the center, with the red breathing indicator light flashing, giving the illusion that it was about to collapse.

Inside the mech, Shi Zhou clenched his teeth, trying to restrain the physically uncontrollable trembling caused by the pain.Cold sweat broke out from his forehead and streaked across his temples. Even though it was already cold, he was convulsed from the cold.

The system didn't dare to make a sound in its consciousness, for fear of distracting Shi Zhou.

It's all because of the damn "Six-pointed Star Project".

It thought bitterly.

But in the next second its data was out of order for three seconds, and it fell into deep self-blame.

The source is because it brought Shi Zhou into this world.

"Don't think too much." Shi Zhou's hoarse voice suddenly responded to it, completely breaking its defenses.

"Why are you crying? There's nothing to cry about. Without you, I can't live long in the real world. You see, at least I can live in this world for more than ten years."

The system didn't know what to answer, it knew that it couldn't speak patiently and coaxed Shi Zhou, but Shi Zhou's gentleness made it even more sad.

Shi Zhou didn't say any more, the pain of needle pricks in his mind had left him no time to care about himself, and it was his limit to speak before.

At the moment of pain, he vaguely recalled the situation when he was knocked out and taken into the laboratory before waking up, and found himself locked in a pure white room.

Every day, the will is dizzy, the memory is fragmented, and the medicine injected regularly is like a gamble. Sometimes there is no response, and sometimes the pain is so painful that I wish I could die immediately.The feeling that life is worse than death is stored in the deep memory of his brain, and he often falls into the predicament of self-torture when he dreams back at midnight.

I didn't expect to try again today. It turns out that memory has weakened his perception a lot in order to protect him.

Manipulating the mecha with mental power is nothing more than connecting a person with the mecha through a mental force sensing device, and then controlling the mecha.

It's easy to say, but whether to let the mecha move its legs first, or raise its hands first, or move at the same time, requires people to distract and cooperate with the facilities in the mecha to control it, and this is why Shi Zhou has no choice.

All his nerves seemed to be wrapped in an unknown substance, abruptly cutting off the communication channel between the two.The tendons extend in all directions, but he has breakpoints everywhere, unable to form a complete circuit.

So at the very beginning, other people's discomfort with the mecha was manifested in the lack of mental strength to walk a few steps, or the output of mental power was so strong that the person and the mecha could not walk in a straight line, and he just stayed in the mecha quietly. Like a chicken.

He is him, mecha is mecha, every moment can be divided.

Shi Zhou buried his face deeply in his hands, like a sculpture in an ancient palace building that has gone through the baptism of time.

Under the calm wave-like appearance, his mental power as thin as a gossamer is constantly hitting the end, as if a moving meat grinder is installed in his mind, quickly devouring everything in the past.

In just a few seconds, Shi Zhou was dripping with cold sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Hold on for a while and then rest.

Shi Zhou didn't know how many times he repeated this sentence in his heart, and endured every difficult minute.

He even wondered in a daze of self-mockery, is it because his life is often measured in minutes and seconds that he named himself "Shi Zhou"?

In the darkness with his eyes closed, he gasped loudly, desperately replenishing the constricted air capacity of his lungs.

Blessed to the soul, a tiny trickle of consciousness, like a luminous thread, is insignificant but particularly conspicuous in the dark scene.

Shi Zhouqiang propped up the last energy he could gather in an attempt to push the trickle forward.

【Host!weekly!The armor is moving! 】The system screamed hoarsely, as if it was expecting the unexpected surprise of a sow giving birth to seven little piglets in one go, 【Its fingers twitched! 】

At the same time, Shi Zhou jumped off the mech without strength, and collapsed to the ground weakly.He closed his eyes, his chest heaved heavily, and then fell silent, as if he died...

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At dawn on the second day, the sun at the base quietly poked its head out of the sky from three or four o'clock.

Shi Zhou went directly to the training ground to gather, took the small bag of milk that Kirk handed him, and thanked him softly.

"Charle." Kirk hesitated and looked at him worriedly. Last night he knew that Shi Zhou hadn't come back all night. He went back to the dormitory this morning to change into a clean linen and rushed to gather.

Right now, he put his eyes on Shi Zhou's slender fingers, trembling uncontrollably, the milk package opened a mouth, even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still unavoidably let go.

"I'm fine, you go."

Kirk's progress is much smoother than Shi Zhou's.He is an expert in mechas, and has been obsessed with mechas since he was a child. He knows the parts of mechas better than his own structure.After getting started inside the mecha, opening up Ren Du's two veins generally integrates all the knowledge in the past, and suddenly becomes one of the people who are most suitable for the mecha.

Watching Kirk climb up the mecha step by step and turning back three times, Shi Zhou let out a sigh of relief, turned on the optical brain to randomly match a mecha, and put on the helmet.

Sweat slipped into his eyes last night and he didn't even have the strength to reach out to wipe it off. At the same time, accompanied by the nausea that came with being too sleepy, he spontaneously felt a desire to vomit from deep in his esophagus.

After a long time, he regained his strength.

"Hey! Improved?" Instructor Zheng, who had been paying close attention to Shi Zhou, was happy, and his tone jumped a lot.

Shi Zhou's dejected look yesterday made him so worried that when he was training yesterday, his running bullet missed the humanoid moving target, causing him to be laughed at for a whole day.

"Charle."

Instructor Zheng suddenly hissed, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he frantically searched his mind for what went wrong.

Something is really wrong.

He crossed his arms and pointed at the communicator and gave an order: "How many more steps?"

The mecha raised its heavy steps and landed heavily on the ground.

Instructor Zheng struggled hard and finally caught that flash of inspiration that always slipped away.

"How do you turn around?"

The soul asked.

Shi Zhou's face was paralyzed, making it impossible for people to see his embarrassment.

Last night, I dredged several tendons in one go, all on the same side.

As a result, he can only use one side, which is the stroke patient in the mouth of the older generation——

hemiplegia.

"Well, at least I've made progress, let's take it easy." Instructor Zheng was kind-hearted, and couldn't bear to beat the child, so he chose a gentle way of encouragement.

Shi Zhou nodded, moving his hands non-stop, adjusting the progress of outputting mental power, starting the console and moving cautiously, half of the mecha's body continued to be flexible with the practice of operation.

Starting from the hand, each joint bends with a click, as if it was rusted at first, and it is accompanied by sharp pain every time it is folded, and then it becomes more and more flexible.From the mech's arsenal, he selected a dagger with a very narrow blade and a cold and clear light.

Very unmanageable size.

Horizontal poke oblique stab.

The empire paid so much attention to cold weapons that they regarded them as inheritance, and martial arts were included in compulsory education textbooks.Shi Zhou's every move was all tired of others yesterday, the only difference is that he used more force, that is, it looks a bit like a mentally handicapped child pinching mud to outsiders.

Instructor Zheng gave up, let Shi Zhou toss about himself, turned around and patiently pointed out other people who didn't know what to do.

Not long after, Shi Zhou put away his knife and began to coordinate his limbs to walk around the enclosure at the speed of the old man walking after dinner.

All the students in the audience stopped silently, and Zhou Zhou was alone and stubbornly lonely when watching.

This is a kind of indomitable and indomitable spirit!

It can be seen that their mechs are almost going to turn around!

The grand scene attracted the instructor next door to let the recruits fight freely. As soon as he entered the arena, he was quickly attracted by the strange existence in the middle.

The instructor sighed: "It's amazing!"

Instructor Zheng was furious: "God what?"

The instructor said sincerely: "A god-like negative teaching material!"

Instructor Zheng: ...

Before he could react, the familiar instructor had already set up his posture and grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Student, please take a few more steps and let me record a video! Let the soldiers of our company take a look tomorrow!"

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