"Young Master, the First Military Academy did not know that it was your test data." Housekeeper Jin did not understand the situation. He subconsciously thought that the young master had tampered with his data, but he could not guess the young master's intentions. Could it be that the young master was unhappy with the First Military Academy sending a representative team to visit Ewha University, disturbing his peace?
"Maybe there was a problem with the sampling." Tai Zhiyuan naturally would not admit his childish actions to his subordinates and servants. He lowered his head to look at the analysis report on Xu Le's test data, treating it as a way to relax under the heavy pressure he was under every day.
The more he looked, the stranger he felt. The experts of the First Military Academy naturally would not make a mistake in their judgment — those densely packed data were indeed a little strange, but it was consistent with his intuition from that night. In Xu Le's test data, the effective command input speed, excluding the redundant data, was 76 seconds on average, with the highest peak being 139 seconds. In other words, within each standard period of time, Xu Le could only input around 100 effective commands into the mecha. Even if these effective commands were all correct countermeasures, at such a low speed, it was still impossible for the mecha to last 11.7 seconds in the level 6 test. At most, it would fail after 7 seconds.
There was indeed a problem with the data indicated on the paper. Tai Zhiyuan curiously looked through it carefully. His own command input speed was about 4 times that of the other party, and the other party was indeed a beginner. Using the analysis of the First Military Academy, to complete the dodging and attacking movements of the mecha with this kind of input speed, the experimenter's neural reaction speed must be unbelievably high.
0.0012？ Seeing this calculated number, Tai Zhiyuan could not help but doubt the reliability of Xu Le's test data.
The most important thing in operating a mecha was the reaction speed of the operator. The mecha's own detection equipment would scan the terrain and environment, and any hostile targets or obstacles would appear on the operator's visual display. Those light icons and data were read by the human eye and entered into the brain for analysis. Then, the brain would send out instructions, which would be transmitted to the hands via nerve bundles. Then, the operation instructions would be inputted into the touch screen, and the mecha would perform the corresponding actions according to the instructions. This was a complete process, and no one would be able to omit every step of the process.
After training, the reaction speed of the human body might become much faster than that of the average person, such as those top-notch special mecha operators of the Federation or the Empire. However, due to the limitations of one's physiological foundation, it was impossible for one to reach such an inconceivable level. This reaction speed was practically zero... and from the analysis of data and the various aspects of mecha combat, the only aspect that could reduce one's reaction time was the time between the brain issuing the command and the hands inputting the command.
Science had long since proven that the human brain's neural processing and reaction speed was about 300 meters per second, the response speed was about one hundred and twenty-sixth of a second, and the transmission speed of information in the bundle of nerves was 120 meters per second. However, Xu Le's neural reaction speed, or the transmission speed within the nerve bundle, was far beyond this value!
No wonder the experts in the First Military Academy's laboratory had thought that there was a problem with this data. If information could be transmitted so quickly in the human body, then that could only mean that the person... was not human.
Tai Zhiyuan shook his head and set the data aside. Since there was a problem with the data, he had no interest in paying any more attention to that idiot. He was also not worried about whether some expert from some faction had disguised himself as a novice to get close to him. This was because an impersonator could only pretend to have a slower reaction speed, not create such a ridiculous neural reaction speed out of thin air.
"Right, Uncle Jin, tonight... prepare a pot of coffee." Tai Zhiyuan suddenly thought of something very important. Frowning, he said, "Two cups."
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Xu Le did indeed have nerves that were much stronger than the average person's. If it had been someone else, when they were young and found out that their boss was a fugitive from the military, they would have definitely fled the control room or the repair shop long ago and reported it to the government, trembling all over. However, Xu Le did not. If it had been someone else, if they were caught by the military's special forces and had several black muzzles pointed at them, they would definitely be scared to the point of peeing their pants and telling the government about Uncle Jin's whereabouts. However, Xu Le did not do so. If it had been someone else... when they found out that The Glory Of The Charter throughout the Federation couldn't shine on them, and when they found out that they could implant a new chip into the back of their neck, they would definitely be scared witless. However, Xu Le... still did not do so.
Perhaps it was because he had seen too many strange things in his short 18 years of life, so when he found out that the mysterious power in his body seemed to be more mysterious than he had imagined, he did not panic or feel uneasy at all. Instead, he felt a faint sense of excitement and desire. It was not a desire for power, but a desire for the unknown.
He only knew all of this, accepted all of this, and bravely faced all of this. Furthermore, he faced all of this with such optimism. Even though he was still a fugitive from society, he was still happily and healthily working, studying, and living in Ewha University. He had friends, female friends, a study partner that he never saw every night, and something that he was most interested in, something that he was willing to sacrifice his sweat and time for.
Of course, this was to describe Xu Le's personality. It had nothing to do with the conclusion that the First Military Academy came up with after reviewing the data from Area H1. Xu Le knew that in this world, there were already people who had studied his nerves and thought that the data was very crazy. If he were to examine the data himself, he could easily come up with the most realistic conclusion.
In this world, there was no one whose nerve reaction and transmission speed was fast enough to catch up with the sun. Xu Le could, and Feng Yu could not. The reason why his pathetically slow hand speed could exceed the speed of the screen was because when the light and color on the screen entered his eyes and was calculated in his brain, they were not transmitted to his hands through the nerve bundles of the spinal column and the nerve cells.
After the brain made the calculation, the reaction should be following the path of the strange tremors and heat flow in his body. If the nerve bundles in the human body were the widest 12-lane highway in the outskirts of the capital special district, then the path in Xu Le's body that could not be found in an autopsy was like the established space path between galaxies. There was no end, only direction, no speed limit, only vastness...
In the following few nights of learning and experimentation, Xu Le also gradually experienced the beauty of this strange control method. He was so engrossed in it that he could not extricate himself. At level 6, his endurance time also grew longer and longer, from 11.8 seconds to 17 seconds.
Other than the constant battle with the M prototype mecha, Xu Le also had one more thing on his mind these past few days. He found that the classmate next door seemed to have the same insomnia problem as himself. Although they had not met yet, the two of them seemed to be separated by a corridor, communicating through the supper. Later on, Xu Le prepared ample portions of food, such as scallion pancakes and roasted sweet potatoes. These natural foods were actually not easy to find these days, and they were not cheap either. However, Xu Le had been having extra meals every night for the past six months. He never got tired of looking for supper and was very familiar with it, so there was not a single night where he had the same meal.
Tonight, he had brought over roasted lamb chops. Of course, it was synthetic mutton. Looking at the pot of coffee and the pitifully small plate of biscuits in the lounge, he could not help but smile. He thought to himself, that person called me a stingy person, but in fact, I am the stingy one. How can I have enough biscuits with so little? Later on, he finally discovered the strangeness of those caviar biscuits and also knew how expensive they were, but he still did not like them.
Xu Le very naturally poured himself a cup of hot coffee, and then hummed the theme song of channel 23's longevity drama as he sashayed into his room. He and Tai Zhiyuan, whose name he did not know, seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. After the two of them entered Area H1, they would always turn right, never left, and never disturb each other.
Xu Le was already used to this kind of night. He sat on the M-series prototype and began to concentrate on his practice. Occasionally, in between practice, he would lift his feet up and rest on the alloy frame by the cockpit door. He would drink his hot coffee while looking at the high ceiling and thinking about random things. For example, he was thinking today. If he could find a complete simulation system and connect the sensors directly to the surface of his skin, would it allow the mech to operate faster? This was just a thought. Those systems that were judged to have no future had been eliminated decades ago. Xu Le was quite lucky to have seen one in the garbage hold of the Ancient Clock, but where could he find one in this university?
A sudden voice in the cockpit woke Xu Le from his thoughts. The cup of coffee in his hand almost fell to the ground a few meters away.
"Is the coffee good?" An emotionless voice came from the speaker in the cockpit.
Xu Le was stunned for a long time before he reacted. He had been in H1 for many nights and had not heard or seen anyone other than himself. He had not heard any other voice. He looked at the light screen prompt and confirmed that it was an internal call from H1. He immediately guessed who the voice belonged to. He subconsciously raised his coffee cup towards the speaker and said with a smile, "Are the onion pancakes good? I saw that you didn't leave any for me yesterday. "
The voice on the other side paused for a moment, as if not used to this kind of conversation. After a while, the voice said softly, "Is it too boring to practice alone? Do you want to try it online? "
Xu Le was stunned and scratched his wet hair. He had never seen the person in the other room before, so he was naturally curious. Although he didn't take the initiative to try to open the door in order to keep his secret, after several days of coffee and supper, he felt that he wasn't unfamiliar with the other party. More importantly, these days of practice made him realize that he seemed to be getting more and more interested in piloting mecha. He also felt that his level was improving a little too quickly. It was just that he lacked a real comparison, so he was not sure how good he was.
"Looking for a beating? Come on then. "Xu Le put the coffee cup beside him and clenched his fist.
The voice on the other side paused for a moment, as if it did not expect Xu Le to say such ridiculous words. There was a hint of seriousness in the voice. "There are not many people who dare to speak to me like this."
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