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Even if he is a Level 10 mecha maker himself, his accomplishments in mimicry systems are not low, but Pang Lao has to say something realistically, as far as the research on mimic driving systems is concerned, he is not as good as Old Man Zhong.

"Oh." All the surprise and silence finally turned into a sigh.

"Teacher?" Yan Hao was always sensitive, and was suddenly sighed by Pang Lao, thinking that he had done something wrong, "If you disagree, I will discuss with the senior."

The teacher was right to be angry. He was only a freshman and didn't know how to repair mechas at all. As for the driving system that only you can repair, that is the least likely to be damaged in the entire mecha. If the driving system of a mecha is broken, it basically means that the entire mecha will be scrapped. It's only the actual assessment of the sophomore year, it is impossible to have such a big crisis.

"I didn't disagree." Old Pang shook his head.

Yan Hao's eyes lit up suddenly.

"When I said I didn't disagree, you were so happy. It seems that you care about your senior." Yan Hao's emotional changes are too obvious to make Pang old careless.

"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded, "Senior is very good to me, and...if it's not senior, I might not be able to pass the mecha manufacturing department."

"Oh?" Old Pang raised his brows, and instantly became more fond of the senior in Yan Hao's mouth, "In this case, if you want to accompany him to the assessment, please go. At the school, I'll talk."

"Thank you teacher." Yan Hao happily returned news to Sheng Heng on the spot, telling him that he would participate in the assessment.

Lao Pang waited for Yan Hao to finish sending the message, and then continued to ask: "You are only a freshman. Why did you suddenly start studying the mimic driving system during the summer vacation?"

"In one class, Professor Qin and we talked about the internal circuits of mechas. They said that the more advanced mechas, the more complicated the circuits and the more difficult to control." Yan Hao said, "I thought at the time, if I were a mecha manufacturer. , If one day I build a very powerful mecha, but it is too difficult to operate and no one can drive it, it would be a pity."

A trace of loneliness flashed through Pang Lao's eyes. He was like that. As a Tier 10 mecha maker, he could already create Tier 10 mechas, but in the entire Federation, no one could control Tier 10 mechas.

"So I wondered if the operating system could be simplified, and then I naturally thought of the mimic system." Yan Hao continued, "If one day the mecha can also be controlled by mimicry, then the federation's mecha fighters will change even more. Powerful, even more ordinary people can control the mecha."

"Lao Pang, I have decided. I want to study the mimicry system. No matter how powerful the mecha is, it will be a useless display if no one can drive." Ten years ago, Zhong Lao suddenly came to Pang Lao and said Such a remark.

With the same idea and the same talent, Yan Hao is indeed more suitable to be his disciple.

"Mimicking system or mecha manufacturing, which one do you prefer?" Pang Lao looked at Yan Hao, waiting for the other party's answer.

Although he likes Yan Hao very much, the more he likes it, the less he can't delay him.

"Aren't these two integrated?" Yan Hao asked inexplicably, "The mimic system is also part of mecha manufacturing."

"!" Old Pang was taken aback for a moment, and then he woke up like an initiation. Yes, the mimic system is part of mecha manufacturing, so why do I have to separate the two?

"Hahaha..." Pang Lao suddenly realized, he slapped the table excitedly, "Go, follow me to the laboratory, I will tell you about mecha repair, your senior's mecha is a level five mecha, isn't it? The second assessment should be a few days away. I will make up for you. I can't pass the exam. I'll only use it as an individual."

"Yes." Yan Hao hurriedly followed, even more desperate for Pang Lao's proposal. "Teacher, the black soul was originally a level six mecha, but the system I modified was a level five, so it restricted the black soul. performance."

"Level six is ​​level 6, trivial. The teacher will tell you about the most easily damaged parts of mechas when fighting." In the eyes of Old Pang, levels below ten are trivial.

So the two masters and apprentices went to the laboratory happily. When Mr. Zhong was taking the public class, the two of them were also taking a small class in the laboratory. It was the first time that Yan Hao had been so close and instructed in detail one-on-one, absorbing knowledge faster than ever. And Pang Lao is worthy of being a master of mecha manufacturing. Every time Yan Hao asks a little question, he can immediately expand a series of related knowledge points on this question.

There are too many and too deep knowledge points, which may be difficult for ordinary students to accept, but Yan Hao is precisely this kind of person who will subconsciously study in depth when encountering problems. Pang Lao's explanation instead quickly answered him. The questions in his mind gave him a deeper and more comprehensive understanding of mecha manufacturing. These are the main points that cannot be learned in the classroom and must be realized through continuous practice.

"Weapons are very important when mechas are in battle. Generally speaking, mechas below level 4 are equipped with long-range weapons, very few will be equipped with melee weapons, and mechas above level 5 will have additional..."

"Clang!"

At this moment, the door of the laboratory was smashed and shook the sky, and the voice of Mr. Zhong rang outside the door: "Lao Pang, open the door!"

Then there were a few bangs on the door, and occasionally I could hear the persuasion of the Barbie.

In this case, Old Pang naturally couldn't go on talking. He stopped and motioned to Yan Hao to open the door, but he walked aside, picked up the tea and drank leisurely.

Elder Zhong waited for the door to open, and rushed in eagerly. When he saw Mr. Pang drinking tea, his face suddenly became green: "You shameless, you actually drank the apprentice tea first while I was in class."

Old Pang was taken aback, looked at the tea cup he was holding, and knew that the other party had misunderstood, but he didn't explain, and continued to drink with a smile.

"Lao Zhong, drink tea." At this time, Yan Hao also poured a cup of tea for Lao Zhong and brought it over.

Mr. Zhong was blowing his beard and staring and preparing to have a fight with Boss Pang. At this moment, he just saw the apprentice he fancy brought a cup of tea over, his wide-eyed eyes suddenly turned, then he stretched out his hand, took the tea, and raised his head. After drinking most of it: "Well, I'll drink this tea. From now on you will be my apprentice."

Yan Hao was dumbfounded, what about this?

The Barbie who came in afterwards also had an expression that was okay.

"Teacher?" Yan Hao looked at Pang Lao for help.

"Huh?" Pang Lao and Zhong Lao looked over at the same time.

"..." Yan Hao.

Yan Hao was despised by two or even more people at the same time, but he had never been robbed by two at the same time. If it is disgusting, it's a big deal, he ignores anyone, and turns around and leaves, but the two of them value themselves very much, and both have imparted their own knowledge, which can make him do well.

"Okay, it scares the children." Pang Lao glanced at Zhong Lao angrily when he saw Yan Hao's pitiful look at a loss.

"Then guess the boxer, whoever wins the apprentice belongs to." Zhong Lao didn't want to quarrel with Pang Lao either.

He can't let the two quarrel for himself anymore, he must make a choice.

"Old Zhong." Yan Hao thought for a while, and finally summoned the courage to walk up, "Thank you very much for being able to look up to me, but I have already worshipped the teacher as a teacher."

In Yan Hao's cognition, Teacher Pang was the teacher who had told him to accept him as a disciple and was willing to do so. As for Mr. Zhong, although he might have the same meaning, it is still too late.

"..." Zhong Lao's already black face completely turned into the bottom of the pot.

"Hahaha..." Pang Lao felt at ease and laughed out loud.

"You...very well." Even if Mr. Zhong admires Yan Hao again, but everyone has said that, he will continue to accept disciples licking his face, "Ba Yun, go."

Babbitt looked at Yan Hao who was disturbed and guilty with a complicated expression. He didn't say anything, and turned around and walked out with Mr. Zhong.

"Wait a minute." Pang Lao suddenly called to Zhong Lao.

"Why, haven't you laughed enough?" Zhong Lao said coldly.

"You are always so anxious, and I don't know how those apprentices under you can stand you." Before Zhong Lao changed his face, Pang Lao hurriedly said his own suggestions, "Let's accept disciples together."

As soon as he said this, the three people in the laboratory were a little surprised.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Lao asked.

"You are right. Yan Hao is really talented in mathematics and mimic driving. If he can learn from you, he can grow faster." Old Pang said, "So, let's take him as an apprentice together."

Yan Hao's eyes lit up, can both masters worship, and Mr. Zhong won't be angry anymore.

"Heh." Zhong Lao laughed coldly, "When you think of me as someone, you are despised, and you are rushing to become a master. I am Zhong Gaoxuan, a magnificent tenth-level mecha manufacturer, and the dean of the Federal National Research Institute. , Is it so cheap?"

The light in Yan Hao's eyes gradually dimmed in Zhong Lao's sneer.

"Teacher." Barbie wanted to persuade a few words.

"Shut up and go." Mr. Zhong was about to step out the door.

"Yan Hao has independently researched and modified a Level 5 mech. This mech uses a mimic driving system." Old God Pang added another sentence.

The feet of Zhong Lao stepping out the door suddenly stopped, and then he took it back with one stroke, and then rushed to Yan Hao: "Where is the mecha?"

"what?"

"The level five mecha you modified." Zhong Lao roared.

Twenty minutes later, Sheng Heng was summoned to reach the tenth floor of the laboratory building and displayed his mecha-Black Soul.

Lao Pang and Lao Zhong, two top leaders in the mecha manufacturing industry, plunged in, facing this fifth-class mecha, up and down, inside and out, after careful study for a while.

Zhong Lao and Pang Lao looked at each other, then walked to Yan Hao and arrogantly ordered: "You... go to my place to report twice a month."

"what?"

As soon as Mr. Zhong heard that Yan Hao was still there, he was angrily about to slam the door out again. This kid, is it so hard to beg him by himself?

"Ah what, call it teacher." Barbie hurriedly said.

"Mr. Zhong." Yan Hao reacted extremely quickly this time and happily called the teacher.

Only then did Mr. Zhong's face relax a little, and he let out a gentle or heavy sound from his throat.

When everyone saw his arrogant appearance, they couldn't help but want to laugh, but the only person who dared to laugh was Pang Lao.

Standing in the corner, Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao, who was surrounded by Lao Pang and Lao Zhong, and was very happy for him from the bottom of his heart. Being able to be accepted as apprentices by two tenth-level mecha makers at the same time, Yan Hao's future is almost destined to stand on a high place that no one can reach.

What about yourself?

Sheng Heng lowered his head and looked at his hands. If he was just a Level 5 mecha fighter, how would he stand beside you?

The author has something to say: Pang Lao: Are you not cheap?

Old Zhong:...

Old Pang: Your face is swollen.

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