A student who was just a freshman had already modified a Level 5 cha before he learned how to make cha parts. What kind of talent is this?
His students have such a high talent, Pang Lao should have been happy, but Yan Hao's talent is not in cha manufacturing, nor in ntal power, but in the mimic driving system, which makes him feel a little subtle. .
Even if he is a Level 10 cha maker himself, his accomplishnts in mimicry systems are not low, but Pang Lao has to say sothing 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 sothing 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 chas at all. As for the driving system that only you can repair, that is the least likely to be damaged in the entire cha. If the driving system of a cha is broken, it basically ans that the entire cha will be scrapped. It's only the actual assessnt 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 , and...if it's not senior, I might not be able to pass the cha manufacturing departnt."
"Oh?" Old Pang raised his brows, and instantly beca more fond of the senior in Yan Hao's mouth, "In this case, if you want to accompany him to the assessnt, 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 assessnt.
Lao Pang waited for Yan Hao to finish sending the ssage, and then continued to ask: "You are only a freshman. Why did you suddenly start studying the mimic driving system during the sumr vacation?"
"In one class, Professor Qin and we talked about the internal circuits of chas. They said that the more advanced chas, the more complicated the circuits and the more difficult to control." Yan Hao said, "I thought at the ti, if I were a cha manufacturer. , If one day I build a very powerful cha, 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 cha maker, he could already create Tier 10 chas, but in the entire Federation, no one could control Tier 10 chas.
"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 cha can also be controlled by mimicry, then the federation's cha fighters will change even more. Powerful, even more ordinary people can control the cha."
"Lao Pang, I have decided. I want to study the mimicry system. No matter how powerful the cha is, it will be a useless display if no one can drive." Ten years ago, Zhong Lao suddenly ca to Pang Lao and said Such a remark.
With the sa idea and the sa talent, Yan Hao is indeed more suitable to be his disciple.
"Mimicking system or cha 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 cha manufacturing."
"!" Old Pang was taken aback for a mont, and then he woke up like an initiation. Yes, the mimic system is part of cha manufacturing, so why do I have to separate the two?
"Hahaha..." Pang Lao suddenly realized, he slapped the table excitedly, "Go, follow to the laboratory, I will tell you about cha repair, your senior's cha is a level five cha, isn't it? The second assessnt 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 cha, 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 chas 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 ti 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 cha manufacturing. Every ti Yan Hao asks a little question, he can imdiately 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 cha 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 chas are in battle. Generally speaking, chas below level 4 are equipped with long-range weapons, very few will be equipped with lee weapons, and chas above level 5 will have additional..."
"Clang!"
At this mont, 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 beca green: "You shaless, 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 ti, 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 mont, 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 ca 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 sa ti.
"..." Yan Hao.
Yan Hao was despised by two or even more people at the sa ti, but he had never been robbed by two at the sa ti. 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 , 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 sa aning, 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 an?" 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 as soone, you are despised, and you are rushing to beco a master. I am Zhong Gaoxuan, a magnificent tenth-level cha manufacturer, and the dean of the Federal National Research Institute. , Is it so cheap?"
The light in Yan Hao's eyes gradually dimd 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 ch. This ch 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 cha?"
"what?"
"The level five cha you modified." Zhong Lao roared.
Twenty minutes later, Sheng Heng was summoned to reach the tenth floor of the laboratory building and displayed his cha-Black Soul.
Lao Pang and Lao Zhong, two top leaders in the cha manufacturing industry, plunged in, facing this fifth-class cha, 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 extrely quickly this ti 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 cha makers at the sa ti, 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 cha fighter, how would he stand beside you?
The author has sothing to say: Pang Lao: Are you not cheap?
Old Zhong:...
Old Pang: Your face is swollen.
Old Zhong:...
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