The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 430 Blending in
Since three classes are having classes together, the usual training facilities can't be used. The school had already made arrangements, setting up a large training facility well in advance.

The T92 training ground will become their exclusive training ground in the future. The space inside is several times larger than the previous single one, and there are many more special training equipment that were not available before. Even the ground is made of meteorite tin, which is more resistant to impact and wear, making it very durable.

However, what the training ground looks like is secondary; the focus is on their upcoming activities.

After walking for a while, everyone finally realized that they had been tricked by their own homeroom teacher. How could they not have made arrangements? It was impossible. So, they guessed that the warm-up activity they were being assigned was a warm-up lesson they had already anticipated, just to motivate the students and get them into a fighting spirit.

So, as expected, experience matters. There are too many tricks, and you'll eventually fall into their trap.

However, it's clear that what happened just now significantly shortened the distance between the three classes. Of course, I don't mean that their relationships improved, but rather that the psychological distance between them was no longer so great.

To be honest, in the past, everyone studied in separate classes with fixed teachers and familiar classmates, and then formed a circle. Everyone had a certain degree of recognition and psychological defenses within this circle.

Then one day, outsiders forcibly broke this circle and put several similar groups together, making them form a new circle... Naturally, the people inside found it hard to accept.

Co-curricular activities are a tradition in the combat individual training department. The school has a lot of experience in the past and knows what the students' problems are. There is a set of special ways to deal with them, and now we can basically adjust the students' resistance relatively quickly.

Of course, integration is just a means to expand the scope, and then... better competition.

In joint-class teaching, each student consciously carries the label of their respective class, which helps to enhance their sense of crisis and competition.

So it's true that Zou Yi and Stark don't get along, but there's also a hint of deliberately stirring up the kids' emotions. Otherwise, if everyone's in the same boat, after a few more classes they might forget what class they were in before, and they won't feel any strong competitive spirit because of a strong rival from another class.

The students in classes one, two, and three were not evenly divided. Each class had fewer than forty students: class one had thirty-four, class two had thirty-seven, and class three had thirty-six. A total of one hundred and seven students and three teachers stood together in the huge training field.

It is estimated that the group had made prior arrangements before their arrival, so when they entered the training field, they found more than a hundred mechs quietly parked there, waiting for their arrival.

"What are you standing there for? Get up there!" Zou Yi said coldly, displaying his usual taciturn style when dealing with his classmates.

The students from the other two classes were also interested, but they hadn't forgotten that their homeroom teacher hadn't given any instructions yet.

Stark didn't care about Zhou Yi's provocations and continued to follow his own pace, calmly guiding everyone to find suitable mechs to sit in.

The process of getting into the mechs was fairly predictable; everyone had been learning mech piloting for most of the semester. If they had problems at this stage, there was no need to stay in the combat individual soldier department—it was unnecessary.

"Why are there a few more?" Zou Yi raised his eyebrows, exuding an air of dominance. Stark didn't respond at all, simply watching each of his students enter the cabin and noting their approximate locations.

"I applied for more than I was supposed to," Lin Qi said with a smile.

The two men looked over immediately, including Stark, who seemed somewhat surprised. In his memory, the one who was always stirring up trouble was someone else; the other, Captain Lynch, was their senior, always mature and steady, and it was almost impossible for him to do something so inexplicable.

Although he lacked Zou Yi's distinctive personality and Stark's imposing aura, he possessed more experience and wisdom. This elder, who had entered the army much earlier than them, had a unique personal charm. He was generally clear-headed and open-minded, and when teaching the younger generation, he guided them with the tolerant mindset typical of elders. He was actually more suitable than both Zou Yi and Stark to be a mentor to the new recruits.

But why is this person...?

"Hey, you two, stop acting so hard. That's enough. You're not real kids. What's the point of arguing all the time? Don't let the kids laugh at you." Lin Qi shook his head and slowly walked to the few mechs that had been left out, touching the bottom of the fuselage.

"I haven't been piloting mechs much lately, and my hands are itching to get back in action. This D-class standard mech may not feel as good to handle, but it's still a standard type of mech from the military, so it's probably pretty much the same. How about we go for a spin?" It's really just a warm-up.

Lin Qi gazed at the mechs that were starting up one after another behind him, a sharp look that was quite different from his usual calm demeanor curling up at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were full of interest, but even more so, a kind of scrutiny.

"We've given them too much time to adjust these past few days. They need to see for themselves what mechs are really like... otherwise they might keep thinking that piloting a mech is just child's play—"

Strangely, neither of the other two uttered a word in rebuttal.

The three mechs in front quietly started up and quickly merged into the large group of mechs behind them before the students could react, and none of the students noticed.

Jiang Hui wasn't too picky; as usual, he chose a mech that suited him and quickly entered the cockpit to start the mech.

After more than half a semester of training, he had basically figured out the various performance and basic data of this D-class standard mech, and could also say that he could control the various movements of the mech relatively smoothly.

So, as expected of a Class D battle suit produced by the military, it's really up to standard. She had measured the data during practice. She wasn't sure about the upper limit yet, but the lower and peak values ​​weren't too far off from the standard data in the book. She hadn't encountered any particularly difficult or challenging maneuvers while piloting this mech; it felt quite smooth and easy, but lacked any outstanding features.

Overall, this mech is barely adequate for a beginner like her, but the skills and techniques required to use it in any fancy way are beyond the average level.

Although we don't yet know the specifics of the warm-up activities the teachers mentioned, since they've been put on the mechs, we must follow the normal procedures. But whatever we do first, we must first test and adjust the operation of the mech and its joints to ensure that the mech is in optimal condition when it starts operating.

(End of this chapter)