Ye Chong stared blankly at the advertisement on the holographic screen.
He remembered when he first escaped from the trash planet, when he was still new to mechs. Back then, long range mechs were the mainstream in the Five Galaxies. Few people used close range mechs. Now, he was seeing an advertisement for close range mechs.
He quickly gathered his thoughts and decided to give it a try.
Ye Chong had only succeeded in asking for directions in the past. However, with Shang's guidance, Ye Chong found that everything was going smoothly. His tone was polite, his voice was gentle, his muscles relaxed, and so on. The person being asked quickly pointed out the direction, and even asked if Ye Chong needed him to lead the way.
After everything was done, Shang said proudly, "Ye, this is the power of social interaction. Often, it's more useful than brute force."
Ye Chong was silent. Shang was right. Compared to holding someone by the neck and asking for directions, this was much more convenient and effective.
Ye Chong became more serious in his training. By the time he arrived at the recruitment site, he was so tired that he almost fell asleep.
It was too tiring! Shang had one requirement for all disguises, and that was to be natural. This might not be a problem for the average person, but it was the biggest problem for Ye Chong! He was used to precision and calculation. He could make sure that he was within 0.01 seconds, but he could not be as natural as Shang said. Natural heartbeat, natural breathing, natural gait, natural muscle tone, natural posture, natural gaze …
These training movements were negligible, but they were very tiring! Ye Chong tried his best, and soon the side effects began to appear.
Branam sized up the listless young man in front of him and immediately furrowed his brows.
Someone like this was applying for the close range combat instructor position? He laughed coldly to himself. The Research Consortium had never had anyone cause trouble during their recruitment. This guy was quite bold. The situation was pressing, and close range mech pilots were one of the most scarce occupations. The battle ahead was in full swing, but even so, they still received a request from the higher-ups to hire a batch of close range mech pilots.
Almost immediately, Branam categorized Ye Chong as one of the troublemakers. At such a young age, he had never heard of anyone with the ability to be a coach other than a few famous geniuses. As for the man in front of him, his body was thin and weak, and his posture was slack. His eyes were lifeless, and his expression was dull. If such a person could become a coach, Branam felt that he could even become a Legion Commander.
Branam's voice was very strict. "We are looking for a close-combat coach. Irrelevant personnel, please leave."
However, the youth in front of him was still indifferent and had no intention of leaving. He still had that arrogant look on his face.
Ye Chong was exhausted! This kind of tiredness was different from the physical tiredness in the past. Instead, it was mental tiredness. He once thought that there was another version of himself destroying himself. No wonder Shang said that physical pain was nothing. It was mental pain that made people wish they were dead. Shang also gave a series of examples, such as interrogation. Only by finding a breakthrough in the other party's mental and psychological state would it be easier to get what you want.
So it was like that! Ye Chong could feel his head throbbing. His body felt limp, and he could not muster any strength. His condition was getting worse.
There were only six people in the hall.
While Ye Chong was not in his best condition, he was still able to sense where he was. He heard the recruiter at the top of the hall say something, but he did not think that it was directed at him. Ye Chong found that his concentration was getting weaker and weaker.
Irrelevant personnel? He was here for the recruitment, not irrelevant personnel. Ye Chong ignored Branam's words.
"You're here for the recruitment?"
Ye Chong did not understand the unfriendly tone of the recruiter. He was not angry, but he did not have the strength to be angry now.
"Yes," Ye Chong said weakly, and shut his mouth. The training was very demanding on one's mental state. Even his head was throbbing. His mental state was deteriorating, and his mind was also being affected.
Seeing that the young man did not even look at him, Branam's face darkened. He did not waste any more time, and handed Ye Chong a card with the serial number 231.
"This is your serial number. You only need to go in and take the combat test. If you pass, you'll be hired," Branam said coldly.
"Oh." The young man responded and took the card from his hand. He turned around and walked inside.
Ye Chong walked into the combat area. Seeing the long line of people ahead, he found a corner and closed his eyes to rest. He was too tired, and needed to rest. Shang did not expect his training plan to be so draining, and was now busy revising it.
Going to a corner to sleep in the middle of the test was a vile thing to do. All the recruiters who saw Ye Chong's behavior were furious. Since when did the Research Consortium's recruitment become so disregarded?
In Gray Valley, there were many forces of various sizes, but the Research Consortium was the true master of the place. They controlled almost all the advanced technology. If not for the Research Consortium, the alliance against the red-tailed beasts would not have been formed. All this time, the Research Consortium's recruitment was a gathering of people. No matter how famous or arrogant one was, no one dared to challenge the Consortium's authority.
If any of the guards from the Research Consortium were present, they were sure that the young man would have been thrown out of the field. The people who were able to join the Research Consortium were all outstanding people, and they all had their eyes on the top of their heads. Over the years, the Research Consortium's dominance in Gray Valley had made them even more arrogant.
Many people in the Research Consortium objected to the recruitment, but due to the urgent situation at the frontline, they had no choice but to lower their requirements and recruit a large number of close range combat experts. Close range combat experts were so scarce that they could not even find instructors. They needed to hire a group of instructors to train new mech pilots in preparation for future battles.
The idea of a protracted war had always existed within both the Research Consortium and the Alliance, and was growing stronger by the day. It was for this reason that the Research Consortium decided to organize close range combat training immediately. Gray Valley was not short of manpower, but just like other places, long range mech pilots had the advantage. Fortunately, even the average person here had a good foundation. With the right amount of training, they would be able to replenish their strength in future battles. However, the close range mechs at the frontline were treasured by every organization. It was impossible to hire people from them as instructors.
That was why the recruitment was held.
They had made up their minds. While they could not throw the young man out of the field, they had other ways to teach him a lesson.
Ye Chong did not expect that he had unintentionally offended the recruiters.
However, even if he knew, he would not be bothered by it now. He was in a terrible state. He had never trained in this field before, and the training was obviously too intense. This led to a series of side effects.
Ye Chong found to his dismay that he could not concentrate. It felt like there were worms crawling in his head. Even though he had closed his eyes, he could not get into a state of rest. It was torturous to be mentally exhausted, but unable to get into a state of rest.
If someone were to ambush him now, Ye Chong was not sure if he could dodge the attack.
Ye Chong did not expect the disguise training to have such troublesome side effects. He could only smile bitterly. Fortunately, he had Shang with him, or he would not have been able to fight back.
His eyes were unfocused, and his facial muscles were stiff. He looked like a thousand-year-old corpse. Everyone who passed by him revealed a look of disdain and disdain.
"Number 231! Number 231! Please proceed to the combat test area immediately! "The recruiter shouted.
Shang reminded him, "Ye, it's your turn."
"Okay," Ye Chong replied weakly, and stood up unsteadily.
The recruiter shouted again, "Where's Number 231? Where is he? "
"Here." A tired voice came from a corner.
Whoosh! Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice. A lazy, fatigued young man was leaning against the wall, raising his right hand weakly.
"That's great, Ye 'zi, that's great!" Shang's voice was full of excitement. "You can definitely win the title of Most Depressed Young Man of the Year!"
Most Depressed Young Man? What the hell is this thing? Ye Chong did not even have the time to laugh bitterly. He could only feel his mind going blank, and the people and things before him seemed unreal. The side effects of overusing the brain were indeed severe!
No matter where or when, Ye Chong's murderous aura was hard to conceal, but now it was the perfect disguise.
Shang's excitement did not diminish. "Ye, your disguise is amazing! Tsk tsk, I did not expect you to be so perceptive. Disguising one's aura is one of the most advanced techniques in disguise! Hehe, Ye, if a beauty saw you now, she would definitely throw herself at you … "
Ye Chong had already given up on the idea of replying to Shang. Even the simple act of opening his eyes was difficult.
All eyes were on him, filled with disdain, disdain, curiosity …
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up! "The recruiter in charge of calling out the numbers looked a little uncomfortable.
The people around him swayed. Ye Chong felt like he was in an unreal dream. His feet felt like he was walking on clouds, and with every step he took, he felt like he could fall at any moment.
In the eyes of the others, this young man was full of melancholy and tiredness. His steps were unsteady, and his eyes were so tired that he could barely open them. The other recruiters shook their heads inwardly. It was a joke for someone like him to participate in the recruitment! Combat was a must for close range mech pilots, so all close range mech pilots had to be strong in their steps and focused in their eyes. The person before them was obviously a fake, and not to their liking.
The recruiters looked even more uncomfortable. To them, it was an insult to them to have someone like him participate in their recruitment!
It was only 50 meters from the corner to the combat test area, but Ye Chong felt like it was an eternity.
Phew, I'm finally here. Ye Chong had never imagined that he would end up in such a miserable state. It was only 50 meters, and it took so much effort for him. In fact, Ye Chong's mind was already sluggish. If he was thinking normally, he would have given up on the recruitment.
Ye Chong stood numbly in the combat test area, his mind blank. (To be continued. If you want to know what happened next, please log on to WWW .CMFU. com. More chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!)
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