Crunch, crunch, the grip in Guo Zhouyi's hands was pinched by him.

Crunch, crunch, Guo Zhouyi felt that the green tendons on his forehead were also jumping.

But the Lamba in front of him. LaRue apparently didn't notice the bruises on his student's forehead, or rather, he wouldn't have cared if he did; In short, Lamba. LaRue still tried his best to explain "how the MS two-plane formation cooperated with the meteorite belt under the high concentration of Minovsky particles", and said that the spitting stars flew sideways.

It's been a long time, Lamba. LaRue finally stopped, picked up the water bottle and took a sip, while raising his chin and throwing out a sentence:

"Yes, it's okay, let's change it."

Guo Zhouyi stared at Lamba for a while with resentment on his face, and finally put down the grip device, picked up another pile of things on the table, and put it on his fingers little by little, and then hung his hand down in a burst of confusion, and then hooked his fingers to the palm and stretched it out.

There was a small weight falling from the first joint of each of his fingers.

Lamba. Larue continued.

After about ten minutes, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in the classroom of only two people.

"I'm quitting." Guo Zhouyi threw the heavy object on the ground and stared at Lamba and said.

Galloland, who was observing everything through the video system, immediately frowned, but was stopped by the blonde man next to him.

"Tell me why." Lamba. Laru knows his student's temperament, and if he doesn't make it clear, he will die to the end, and if he makes sense, he will be able to do anything.

"Okay, long-distance running, strength training, overload training, in order to exercise the physical fitness to adapt to MS driving, but why do I have to keep pinching the grip like a fool when I take theory classes, and I have to hang heavy objects with my fingers and stretch them around, ah? You can't listen to a good lecture in this way. ”

"What is Chapter 1, Subparagraph 3 of the Elementary Theory of Humanoid Mobile Weapons?" Lamba. Laruso pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Uh," Guo Zhouyi thought for a moment, "sensing human brain waves, nerve collagen signals, or muscle nerve 。。。。。。。 ”

"Stop, the reason why MS can make the same movements as people is because it reflects your thinking, you can go if you want him to go, you can swing his fist when you want him, that's all right, as for working with OldType's learning computer, that's another thing, so have you ever considered that MS can't reflect your consciousness?"

"Escape?"

“。。。。。。。。。。。 Less nonsense. ”

"Attack awareness."

"That's right," Lamba clapped a few times, "the driver's instinctive attack reaction cannot be accurately conducted, or even if it can, it must be shielded, because on the battlefield, at most, you are required to restrain your instinctive impulses, for example, the reason why a veteran soldier can sometimes survive in the face of the muzzle of the gun is because he can overcome his instinctive fear, do you understand?" ”

"I understand," Guo Zhouyi was a little impatient, "do you want to say that the shooting of traditional weapons still depends on 。。。。。。。。。 ”

"Say, why don't you say it." Lamba looked at him as a student for a long time.

"Hmm。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。"

"It's still up to the buttons on the joystick, although the mobile suit's joysticks, monitors and seats have been improved over the years, but they can't do anything tricks, you can't always stick people's hands to the joystick, and wearing special gloves can only increase grip, when performing some tactical movements, if your hand doesn't have enough grip strength to cause your hand to fly out, or premature fatigue and nervous tremors。。。。。。 You tell me, do you still need to fight? ”

"I cut myself and put it on the plate。。。。。。

"Come on, don't play tricks with me," Lamba slapped Guo Zhouyi's head and patted it, "It really doesn't take much time to train an ordinary driver, and even with a learning computer, Lord Dozru can have good combat power, but we have suffered that kind of loss before, the loss of putting recruits into the battlefield。。。。。。。。。 ”

Guo Zhouyi bowed his head.

"But the problem is, you're not an ordinary recruit, and you're not training as an ordinary recruit, I don't know that you can't be distracted in theory class, but, where is the time, the time is not enough, if the time is enough。。。。。。。。"

"You don't have to be the best, but you have to be excellent, let's stop here for today's lesson," Lamba stood up and patted his pants, "Take a 4-hour break, during which you will have time to eat, adjust, and then meet your first simulation battle in the universe." ”

"Got it, alas。。。。。。。。。 Alas?! Guo Zhouyi suddenly stared at Lamba, who shrugged his shoulders.

"I know, after 300 hours of normal cosmic training, but like I said, we're pressed for time, just come as usual, let's go and prepare."

Four hours later, in the Celestial Domain near Side ---3, a gray Rick with two large chunks on its back. The Great Demon was quietly floating there with a Gozagu equipped with a space warfare jet.

"It's you again。。。。。。。。。。。" Guo Zhouyi suddenly felt an urge to grit his teeth.

After a confrontation, he felt that he seemed to be very familiar with the opponent of the simulated battle in front of him------ when he first sat in the cockpit of the modified training Zagu and flew into the universe accompanied by Lamba, indulging in the starry sky under the slow flight, a training Zagu suddenly began to chase Lamba and his body like a rabbit, ignoring physical exercise, and Guo Zhouyi, who was unprepared, was dumped, and then said in Lamba "The starry sky is not so beautiful at all times" Under the bombardment, he was almost ashamed to see people.

I don't know why, but he seems to be able to feel that the guy in front of him is the guy that day.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door in hell for you to break into, and I will settle accounts with you today!!!!!"

"What do you think of him," the blonde-haired commander asked Lamba respectfully, looking at the Great Demon who was lunging towards Gozagu, "according to how many days you have been along." ”

"It's worse than you were back then, but it's better." Lamba shook his head and said ambiguous words.

"How?"

"How to say it, let him believe something, it seems that he can get started very smoothly, and he does it well, if he doesn't accept it, it's really 。。。。。。。。。"

"Slow to learn?"

"Slow?! Isn't it just slow!! It's just a stone in a pit, ah no, it's an insult to the pit and the stone。。。。。。。。。 ”

“。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。”

"Is this the power of belief or the power of the brain, oh, so quickly the winner is decided." Lamba looked out of the porthole, where Gozagu had put the muzzle of his gun against the Great Demon's chest.

Vomit! Guo Zhouyi squirted out a mouthful of sour water, making the entire mask and helmet, the sour and sour smell stimulated his nerves, looking at Gao Zagu who was gradually moving away, he suddenly had an extremely unwilling impulse in his heart。。。。。。。。

Since then, he has never complained, let alone a word, not a word.