The 15 mechs had already left, leaving the almost ruined Centuria College in the silent night. The red-tailed beasts' carcasses were taken away, leaving no trace behind.
"Looks like I'll have to think of something else," Ye Chong said helplessly as he looked down at the fragments of the microneutron repair device.
Shang suggested: "Ye, you should spend more time on 'Meng Nan'. That's more realistic. " The Muscle Man mentioned by Shang was the failed experimental mech that Ye Chong obtained from the warehouse. Shang had named it Muscle Man, as the saying went, "When Muscle Man appears, the world will be subdued." Ye Chong did not want to argue with Shang about naming things, since it did not matter to him what they were called.
"Hmm, looks like that's the only way." Ye Chong nodded. It was a feasible plan for now.
The journey back to his quarters was smooth, without any hiccups. Ye Chong did not feel sleepy, probably because he had rested during the day. Thus, he went to the mech training ground in the building.
The Research Consortium was indeed rich. Even in a normal division building in a normal city, the facilities were luxurious enough to make one drool. Take the mech training ground for example. Not only was it twice the space of a regular training ground, it was also equipped with many supporting devices that could capture every detail of a mech pilot's movements from all directions, and then transmit the information to the photon processor in the corner. The mech pilot could use it to verify the accuracy of their movements. Besides, the training ground was also well-equipped, much better than the standard equipment.
Since it was late at night, the spacious training ground was empty. However, this was exactly what Ye Chong wanted. He did not like people watching him train.
Ye Chong summoned Muscle Man, climbed into the mech and got into the pilot cabin.
He looked at the strange triangular control console, took a deep breath, and began to train.
Compared to other mech pilots, Ye Chong was not too reliant on a particular model of mech. Ever since he left the trash planet, his mechs had been constantly changing, changing from one to another. Every time he changed, he would have to familiarize himself with the mech, so he was familiar with the process. The only thing that gave him a headache was the strange-looking console. He had suffered a lot from it.
Actually, there was another solution, and that was to change the console back to the standard console. This way, they could shorten the time needed to familiarize themselves with the mech, but it would also reduce the mech's combat effectiveness. The discount was so great that Ye Chong could not ignore it. Hence, he rejected the idea.
Start from scratch!
Ye Chong stared at the triangular console in front of him, his heart burning with passion! When had he ever been afraid of difficulties?
Ye Chong began to work like a beginner, experimenting bit by bit. It was as if he had returned to the time when he was training hard on the trash planet. His heart was filled with anticipation.
In the empty training ground, a clumsy looking mech, like a toddler learning how to walk, slowly and clumsily made various movements. Every movement showed the determination of the pilot in the cockpit!
How hard was it to train continuously for five hours?
Ye Chong was already drenched, as if he had just gotten out of the water. He was panting heavily, and his steps were leaden.
Ye Chong went back to his room and fell asleep immediately. Fifteen minutes after he returned to his room, the other people who were accepted had already started to get up. In the blink of an eye, the empty training ground was filled with mechs. Some of the mech pilots who were present counted, but Number 231 was nowhere to be seen. This disappointed the few mech pilots who were interested in Number 231. However, they quickly put aside their doubts and focused on their training.
After all, in any field, to enter the top tier required persistent and arduous training. These mech pilots all knew this, so they did not dare to slack off at all times.
It was already afternoon when Ye Chong woke up. According to the notice, he had to go to the rendezvous point. When he arrived, he was the last person there. Ye Chong sat on the last row of the hovercar, expressionless.
He had just sat down when the hovercar started moving.
"Good afternoon, everyone. We are now arriving at the training ground. From now on, you are all official instructors of the Research Consortium's first training course at Resonance City on Planet Henna. First of all, congratulations on passing the assessment! It is my honor to work with you all. " The speaker was a bald man. His shiny bald head looked like a large light bulb under the hovercar's lights.
He chuckled and said, "I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Senda, Mr. Powell's assistant, and also the person in charge of this event. If you have any questions, feel free to look for me. As this is our first time organizing something like this, please forgive us if we are not being considerate. "
Everyone looked at him, but no one spoke.
Senda did not mind, and continued, "Since you all have no questions, I'll talk about the arrangements for today. Once we arrive at the training ground, we will be divided into groups. You will receive your group number. After that, the trainees will be free to choose the group they wish to join. Of course, each group can only have 20 trainees at most. Once a group is full, the trainee will be automatically removed from the available group number. Hmm, based on the number of trainees this time, "he looked up and scanned the mech pilots in the room, and suddenly grinned," Exactly 20 trainees per group. "
Ye Chong watched as the bald man went on and on, but he did not feel the slightest bit interested. His mind was occupied by the triangular control console. At first, he only thought that the console was strange, but today, he felt that the buttons were arranged in a certain pattern. The intense training made it difficult for him to calm down and think. Now that he was quiet, he could not help but think about the problem.
Ye Chong was so deep in thought that he could not even be disturbed by thunder. He did not hear a single word of Senda's impassioned speech.
It was only when the hovercar stopped did he wake up from his thoughts.
"Shang, what did he say just now?" Ye Chong, who did not hear what Senda said, followed the group into the training ground in confusion, and asked Shang.
"Don't bother me," Shang replied impatiently, "I'm busy." Then he fell back into silence.
Ye Chong shrugged helplessly. Fortunately, he was at the back of the group, and no one saw him. Shang had been more well-behaved these days, probably because he knew that he almost caused trouble last time. He was strangely quiet, and whenever Ye Chong asked, he would say that he was busy. Ye Chong did not know what he was up to all day. If he did not want to talk, Ye Chong could not get an answer.
Fortunately, without Shang's disturbance, Ye Chong felt more at peace.
The group entered a meeting room. There was a large holographic screen in front of the room. Numbers from 1 to 25 were written on the screen, arranged in a row. Soon, every instructor was given a number. Ye Chong's number was the last, 25.
Senda stood up and said, "Alright, everyone, you've all received your numbers. From now on, this number will be your group number. Next, it's time for the students to choose their groups. "He turned to a staff member beside him, signaling for them to begin.
With the staff member's order, the number below each number on the holographic screen began to rise. In 25 seconds, group number 5 was filled. The mech pilot holding the number laughed proudly. After all, the earlier the number was filled, the stronger the instructor was in the students' minds.
The numbers for the other groups continued to rise, but only number 25 was marked with a large "1". The number did not change for a long time.
Three minutes passed. Only one number was not filled, and that was number 25. It was still "1"!
Everyone in the meeting room looked at Ye Chong. Ye Chong was sitting in the last row, holding the last number. His face was still not full yet, and his expression did not change at all. He was cold but not embarrassed, and welcomed everyone's gaze calmly.
"This is bad, I'm too slow! There's only number 25 left, what am I supposed to do? "A student cried in frustration.
Another student gloated, "It's your fault for being so slow. I told you to hurry up, but you kept hesitating. Now you're in trouble. Number 25, I heard he got in through the back door. Otherwise, how could he have gotten in with his skills? I'd rather die than be in his group. "
"I should've just filled in a random number. It's still better than this," the student who chose number 25 looked regretful.
Xi Qing looked at them coldly, and left without a word. He chose number 25 immediately. He was also the first to choose number 25. Up until now, he was the only one in number 25. When White found out that he had chosen number 25, he thought he was crazy. However, Xi Qing knew exactly what he was doing.
He walked quickly towards the gathering place for group 25.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was strange. On the holographic screen, other than the lone "1" under number 25, all the other groups were filled. Even though there was only number 25, the number below did not change for a long time! The meeting room was silent, but many of them sneered, looking at Ye Chong with disdain.
What did this mean? It meant that the students, knowing that they had no other choice, were still unwilling to choose number 25. In other words, no one believed in the strength of number 25. Oh no, the crowd looked at the "1" on the holographic screen. There was still one person supporting him!
In the last row, Ye Chong, who was in last place, was still sitting! (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please log on to WWW .CMFU. com. More chapters. Support the author. Support the original reading!)
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