Mecha Breaks the World

Unexpectedly, the conversation was all heard by Xu Xin and Lin Wenjie. The middle-aged man stood in front of the simulator and gave a lesson. In order to be able to learn clearly, everyone leaned forward and watched. Unfortunately, Chen Feng and Xu Xin squeezed nearby.

Xu Xin sneered disdainfully: "Why do you come to Fighter A department for fear of death? It is not too shameful? Do you want to operate the mecha to pour tea? Even if you dare to be an army, you may not be willing to accept it!"

Chen Feng's eyes widened, and he protected Lin Xian: "You are too much, anyhow, you are a classmate. Lin Xian also relies on his strength to get in, and he will always improve after training."

"Hehe, yeah, it depends on strength, but that's not something you can say!" Lin Wenjie began to make a fuss about Chen Feng's synchronization rate: "Let me think about it, your synchronization rate seems to be 82, right? Can you still show off your power?"

"You!" Chen Feng was unable to fight back when he was hit. He couldn't say that he was just 17 years old. That was too childish.

"Chen Feng's synchronization rate is not high, is it that you are very high? So much lower than me, you still have the face to be arrogant in front of me?" Hongshui Bin made a timely relief at the critical moment.

The synchronization rate of 88 is a big mountain in front of Xu Xin and Lin Wenjie. They are not sure that they will be able to break through and lose again.

"Huh! It's so rampant because he is Murongxuan's roommate. It seems that Murongxuan is not a good thing." Hongshui Bin has already begun to hate the others.

Lin Xian habitually apologized again: "I'm sorry, it's because of me again."

Chen Feng directly covered his mouth: "From now on, you will follow us so I won't admit that you are my friend! The way to deal with the wicked is not to apologize, but to be stronger than them! Make them scared!"

Honghong Bin took the shoulders of the two of them and tried hard: "Yes, you two must surpass them!"

No one noticed the episode of a few people. The middle-aged man in the field has firmly attracted the attention of others: "The main body of the simulator is these two parts, and then this is the additional module of the simulator." The middle-aged man pointed to a few buttons in the control room, and the new students craned their necks, but they didn't see anything special after seeing them.

The middle-aged man took another sip of wine and watched the goose-like freshmen laugh: "Don't be like geese one by one. This can only be controlled after the computer is operated. What can you see from the few buttons?"

I felt like I was being played like a monkey, and the image of the middle-aged man was really bad. Everyone glared at him, but the middle-aged man was not aware of it and still arrogantly drank alcohol.

After drinking several sips in a row, there may be no wine in the pot. The middle-aged man put down the hip flask and urged everyone to get on the machine: "All choose a simulator to go in. After I explain how to use it, you can practice by yourself. Now all The operation of the mecha is controlled by mind, and the simulator is the same. Don’t yell nervously, close the hatch first after entering."

Although Chen Feng was dissatisfied with this unreliable teacher, the freshness of using the simulator for the first time made him excited. He ran back to the original position with Hongshuibin and Lin Xian and quickly entered a simulator.

Standing in the control room, leaning against the straight upright plate in the middle, a helmet dropped from the top of the head, and stopped firmly in front of him. Chen Feng stretched out his hand to take it and just put it on his head. After the helmet completely covered his eyes and the back of his head, Chen Feng felt that many disc-shaped sensors were sticking to his scalp, and six more fixators rose from behind the straight board to fix his chest, waist and limbs. Then I heard an electronic prompt sound in my head: "The driver's access is detected. May I close the door?"

"It turns out this is mind control. It's really advanced. It's much more convenient than manual. What did the sloppy teacher say just now? It seems to tell us to close the hatch first?" Chen Feng thought about it, until the electronic voice asked again , Hurriedly responded: "Close the hatch!"

In a hurry, Chen Feng forgot the middle-aged man’s explanation, and really shouted it out. He heard a chuckle next to him. He was obviously heard by Hongshui Bin. It seemed that he would be despised again after returning. Chen Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Without waiting for Chen Feng to think about it, he saw that the door of the simulator in front of him began to close slowly, and the entrance to the control room he was in was also closed immediately, becoming a completely enclosed space except for the slight light emitted by the instrument like a black hole.

"Very good, everyone did a good first step." Suddenly, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded in the control room, and many students were frightened. Zheng Zhirong also directly slammed into the cabin door. Chen Feng searched up and down, left and right, and found the source of the sound, confirming that the sound was directly transmitted to his brain.

The middle-aged man laughed mischievously again: "Haha, hiccups, you guys are too tender. How could a fighter like mecha have no communicator? I can communicate with you through the mecha control helmet at the console. "

Chen Feng couldn't help but touched the helmet on his head: "So that's it, but the mecha controls the helmet. It's really a straightforward name."

"You just put on the helmet and haven't entered the real operation mode, but don't start it in a hurry. I will explain to you the difference between the simulator and the real one." After the middle-aged man smiled enough, he stopped talking nonsense and immediately began to explain: " Look at the three buttons on your right. The red one on the top is the switch. Click it to turn it on."

Chen Feng stretched out his hand to press the red switch. Just after pressing it, a small screen lit up in front of him with the words "Synchronization rate: 82". Isn't this his sync rate? What does it mean to test again?

"Then everyone sees the screen in front of you. Now the above shows your respective synchronization rate. There are 2 buttons next to it. The middle one is to increase the synchronization rate, and the bottom one is to decrease the synchronization rate. This A few things are the additional modules of the simulator: the synchronization rate adjuster, which is set to allow users to experience different synchronization rates."

Isn't it possible to press 100 to see the most awesome synchronization rate? Chen Feng was thinking about it. He had already started to click quickly, but he couldn't press it after he reached 90. Could it be broken by himself?

The middle-aged people seemed to have seen Chen Feng's actions, and habitually began to mock again: "I guess now some people can't wait to press the synchronization rate to 100. Hiccup~What, want to experience a godlike feeling? Hahaha, Let me tell you to give up. The synchronization rate adjuster can be adjusted to 41 as low as 41 and can only be adjusted to 90 at the highest."

"I'm Cao! The teacher's character is really bad enough, so I don't want to make it clear first." Chen Feng cursed bitterly, and stopped pressing his right hand.

Middle-aged people don’t care how others arrange him in their hearts, and speak for themselves: “The lowest synchronization rate is 41 because the synchronization rate is 41 to operate the mecha, and the highest is 90 because the synchronization rate exceeds 90. We can’t numerically simulate the hidden ability. Play."

"I have said everything. You can start simulating mech actions. Just think of entering the simulated operation mode in your mind. Finally, I suggest you one more sentence. It is best to return the synchronization rate to 41, 61, 71, 90. If you have your own synchronization rate, try it again.” It may be that it is not interesting to drink or drink. After the middle-aged person finished speaking, he left the simulation room directly regardless of the rest.

The unreliable teacher finally left. Chen Feng didn't pay attention to him. In his heart, he entered the simulated operation mode, and everything changed drastically in an instant. The scene in front of him told him that he was operating the mecha standing in a clearing.

"This has begun?" Chen Feng didn't know what was going on, and stood there stupidly for a while before controlling the mecha to raise his foot.

The experience I had never had before came to my mind, as if he was controlling his own feet, and the mecha easily took a step forward.

"It's amazing! It's exactly the same as controlling the body. There is no feeling of discomfort at all." Chen Feng was overjoyed, and took two more steps in control, feeling that the operation of the mecha is just the same, easy and simple.

"Try to jump and see." Chen Feng was not satisfied with ordinary walking, and controlled the mecha to leap into the air with all his strength.

Extremely happy and sorrowful, the sudden acceleration and overweight from his body made Chen Feng exhale in pain, and the mecha twisted and fell to the ground before it rose much.

Chen Feng controlled the immobilizer to loosen him, curled up in the cockpit and shivered, his body seemed to be torn apart: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It's too fierce, it's about to tear me up." , Is that what Mr. Lang said about the pressure caused by high-speed exercise? That sloppy teacher didn't remind him, and the simulator can simulate the pressure, which is too realistic."

Before Chen Feng could understand, there was a series of painful cries out of the simulator, and Hongshuibin next to him was crying and crying. This guy must have done something to torture himself miserably. The pain alone is not as painful as the others. Chen Feng felt much better.

Outside the simulation machine, the sloppy middle-aged man had not yet gone far, and he heard the howling ghosts in the classroom, grinning loudly: "Hahahaha, I want to fly before I learn to go, little rascals, feel the pain!"

He raised his foot and walked out of the school. When he came to the school gate, he saw a one-eyed old man standing at the door. The middle-aged man finally put away his cynical expression and began to look upright: "Hehe, it's the old man, what can I do for you?"

The one-eyed old man didn't look at him, and looked at the endless traffic outside the door and asked: "Old Xu, you have been like this. It's really okay? Can the body bear it?"

The middle-aged man raised his head and laughed, raising his sleeves and wiping the non-existent traces of alcohol at the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

The one-eyed old man frowned and looked at him for a while, and finally slowly shook his head and walked into the school. The middle-aged man estimated that there would be nothing wrong here, and wandered out of school looking for wine and fun.