"This mecha, although it looks broken on the outside, there is basically no damage on the inside, so you just need to re-spray the outer paint of the mecha." Gu Qinghuan looked at the fat man with a determined face and said.

"Damn, isn't it, is there such a good thing?" The fat man with an unbelievable face looked at Gu Qinghuan and asked.

"Uh-huh, you're lucky today, okay, you can get yours slowly, I've got to pick the worst one and save one of them, some unlucky one." Gu Qinghuan looked at the classmates who kept selecting mechas, and said with a face full of 13.

Seeing Gu Qinghuan take the fat man and stop in front of the simplest maintenance mecha, Thompson nodded with relief on his face, and muttered to himself: "Old man, I finally didn't teach the wrong person this skill." ”

Then, he shouted to Mentor Thompson and Gu Qinghuan, who was still looking for a mecha around, "Stinky boy, your mecha is in the innermost part." ”

Gu Qinghuan, who heard Thompson's tutor speak, first looked at the mentor, then looked inside, and then said: "Mentor, I hope you can prepare one for me, the damage is more serious, if it's too simple, I won't do it." ”

"Don't worry, the damage is definitely serious, I hope you don't shout for help for a while!" Mentor Thompson said with a grim smile on his face.

"Impossible." Gu Qinghuan, who was full of confidence, only said three words, and then strode inside.

Gu Qinghuan, who walked to the innermost, looked at the mecha in front of him, looked around again, and finally confirmed that the War II in front of him, which had lost most of his body, was a mecha that needed to be repaired by himself.

yelled at Mentor Thompson, "Mentor, I'm not pretending to be 13 anymore, help." ”

"Aren't you very good? Remember, it's only four hours! Mentor Thompson, who was not moved at all, didn't even raise his head, and said lightly.

The fat man who heard Gu Qinghuan's wail raised his head, and for some reason, he walked towards Gu Qinghuan's location.

"Damn, isn't it, are you repairing mechs? You're afraid you didn't just reassemble it, right? Looking at the mecha that Gu Qinghuan was going to repair, the fat man's face was also full of disbelief.

"Is it easier to reassemble than this? This mecha, all the control lines, the energy transmission routes, all in chaos. If you want to repair it well, you must disassemble the engine and connect it one by one. In four hours, I'll fix a ghost. Gu Qinghuan said with a sad face.

"Qinghuan, come on, I'll help you after my exterior spray paint is done." After saying that, the fat man ran back to his mecha and quickly adjusted the mecha exterior paint.

Looking at the broken mecha in front of him, Gu Qinghuan could think of the fastest maintenance method, only to dismantle the engine and reconnect the lines one by one.

"Come on, Gu Qinghuan, believe in yourself, you can." After cheering himself up, Gu Qinghuan regained his confidence, looked at the toolbox at the foot of the mecha, and began to rummage through all the tools he needed.

Electromagnetic strong suction device, remove the strong magnetism inside the mecha, oscillator, disassemble the mecha shell, plasma cutter, cut energy transmission lines......

Gu Qinghuan picked up the tool, stepped on the elevator on the side, and slowly climbed to a height of six meters with the slow start of the elevator, where the War II engine was located, and began to pick up the tool and disassemble it.

"Jingle bell... As the students all started to repair the mecha, an alternative music sounded in the entire teaching building.

Half an hour later.

"Qinghuan, Qinghuan. I'm done, what do you need my help with here? After repairing his mecha, the fat man ran to Gu Qinghuan and asked.

"You put the control line I relinked, and the energy transmission pipe, into the corresponding controller and energy eruption device in turn." Gu Qinghuan, who was still fighting inside the mecha, heard a dull voice.

"Okay, look at you." The fat man, who knew his task, immediately moved.

"That, Qing Huan, what is this yellow line for?" The fat man looked at the colorful lines in his hand embarrassedly, and asked casually.

"Oh, the yellow one is the line controlled by the index finger." Gu Qinghuan was busy and returned.

Linking the yellow control line, the fat man looked at the rest of the lines in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

I had no choice but to ask again: "That, Qinghuan, this... This blue line ....."

"I said fatty, are you here to help, or are you here to me off?" Gu Qinghuan stretched out his head from the broken place, looked at the fat man and asked.

"Hehe, what the hell, I'm not afraid I'll make a mistake for you. At my level, you don't know it, one bottle is not satisfied, and half a bottle is clanging. The fat man explained with embarrassment.

"Convincing, big brother, I'm really convinced of you. Whoever wants to say that you were admitted to Chenguang Academy by your own strength, I will be a big mouth when I go up. Gu Qinghuan said with hatred that iron does not become steel.

"Your mecha operation, isn't it also at the same level as my mecha maintenance, our two eldest brothers don't laugh at the second brother..."The fat man muttered quietly.

"What do you say? You have the ability to say it again, I'll listen. Gu Qinghuan, who was holding a maintenance tool in his hand, pointed at the fat man and shouted.

"Oh, I mean, how do you connect these lines, you say, I'll do it." Forced by Gu Qinghuan's obscene fat man, he reluctantly changed his words.

"The blue one is the control line of the thumb, and the red one is..."Gu Qinghuan, who heard the fat man's change of words, didn't bother with the fat man's mouth just now, and said the same thing to the fat man.

Three and a half hours later......

"Ahem, classmates, stop. I'm going to check on how you're doing. Tutor Thompson, who had been lying down for four hours, stood up, looked at his classmates and said.

"Fatty, quick, link the main line of the central controller." Gu Qinghuan, who heard Thompson's mentor shouting to stop, immediately urged the fat man to say.

"Okay." The fat man who heard Gu Qinghuan speak linked the last thick line in his hand to the central controller. Looking at all the lines of the mecha, energy began to circulate, and he clapped his hands happily and said, "It's done." ”

"Whew..."Gu Qinghuan, who took a heavy breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, climbed onto the elevator, and slowly descended.

"Well, yes, yes."

Looking at the classmates, they introduced the places that they found that needed to be repaired, as well as the process of repair. Mentor Thompson kept nodding in satisfaction.

When passing by the fat man's mecha that needed to be repaired, Mentor Thompson walked over without even raising his head. He knows too well that there is nothing wrong with every mecha here, and this one next to him has no problems at all.