The holographic cabin training of the mecha pilot class has come to an end, and Instructor Wan suggests that they take the test for practice.

told him that before tomorrow September, he must get a mecha driving qualification certificate, and Cheng Yiyi was required to take a higher-level junior mecha master. If you do not get the relevant certificates, you will fail the course and have to retake it.

The classmates grieved and cried out for poverty.

During class, the holographic mecha cabin of the school is free, and if you want to practice after class, you have to rent a real mecha, but the number of mecha in the school is limited, and you have to queue up if you want to rent, and the school's mecha are all basic, dusty, and there is a smell of sweat after many people use it.

Cheng Yiyi pondered buying one, not only for practice, but also wanted to take it apart and take a look.

"Do you all have your own mechs?" Cheng Yiyi asked Tan Song about the four of them.

Tan Song said that he made money as a holographic anchor in the first grade, and only bought it in the second grade. Practice is all about renting a school mech, but having your own mech and using a public mech is a completely different experience.

Tan Song pointed to the three people beside him, "A few of them, they have mechs before they enter school, I seriously suspect that they are all rich second generations." ”

Zhang Huaiqian smiled: "You think too much, I'm definitely not a rich second generation." ”

Yuan Zhao felt that Tan Song was farting, and pointed at himself, "How can the rich second generation be like me, you have been to my house, just an ordinary community residence, my parents are busy all day long, either wearing uniforms or drawing, like a domineering president?" ”

Tan Song thought about it, and the eyes of several people couldn't help but glance at the last one.

Lyle had just washed his hair, his hair was drooping down, and his unfading baby fat cheeks looked a bit like a puppy.

Especially when his light brown eyes look at people sincerely, there is milk in the milk, and others can't help but believe what he says.

Lyle denied that he was a rich second generation, "My parents were injured or injured, and there was only one grandfather left in the family, who was a farmer." ”

Tan Song sighed, "Alas, when will the good thing of relying on my brother to take me fly." ”

Cheng Yiyi touched his chin, how did he feel that they were all telling the truth, and none of them were very credible.

However, she was not interested in exploring their identities and distorted the topic.

She simply searched the Internet by herself, and there were about two million basic mecha like the school, 500,000 more mecha space buttons, and 800,000 rechargeable advanced energy cores.

When the money is spent, it is hated less.

The comprehensive mecha style she likes costs five million, how many blue stones do she have to sell?

There are 3.5 million star dollars left in the account, and I want to use the school's advanced maintenance room to pay another 600,000.

2.5 million plus 5.5 million, plus 1.6 million for two high-level energy cores, and then 600,000 for the use of the maintenance room.

More than 10 million!

Cheng Yiyi gasped, and he had to make more than 200 blue stones to make up enough of them, and as a maintenance engineer, the follow-up must be indispensable to modify the mecha, which is another expense.

It seems that she has to find another way to make a lot of money, where does the big money come from?

Her eyes are locked on the screen name of Shuimu Qinghua, isn't the God of Wealth like this.

In the evening, she sent a message directly to Mu She, "I need a sum of money, starting from 10 million, and I can privately customize the mental power to repair permanent wounds, and the trauma cannot exceed three years." Five places. ”

Cheng Yiyi originally planned to treat Doctor Jin first, but his situation was relatively special, it was the atrophy of his mental power caused by the curse of an unknown creature, and it was difficult to eradicate it with her current strength. It's better to wait, anyway, as long as he doesn't use his mental power anymore, it won't hurt, and it won't affect his life.

Mu Shi received a message from Cheng Yiyi at this time, and he immediately scrutinized the four words of private customization.

Did Cheng Yiyi lie? Can mental trauma really be repaired? Is a large-scale fix possible?

These questions swirled around in his mind, and he found that no matter how much he wanted, he could not get answers.

However, he has always been suspicious of people, and he is not suspicious of employing people, Cheng Yiyi got on his boat, and it was not so easy to get down.

He quickly replied to the message, just two words, yes.

Cheng Yiyi: "You arrange the place, I have to contact people in person to further determine the treatment plan, three o'clock in the afternoon on Saturday." ”

Mu Shi: "History Museum, Director Wu will pick you up when the time comes." ”

Mu Shi did not hide the fact that he inquired about her whereabouts.

Cheng Yiyi has no impact, the days of being monitored anytime and anywhere in her previous life have come over like this, as long as she doesn't peep into life like an illegitimate meal like getting under your bed, she can tolerate it.

There are still some things that need to be reminded, "You can find out my whereabouts, but privacy is not good, especially in my dormitory, I found out, we are not finished." ”

Mu Shi smiled and replied to her, "Understood." ”

After the date was set, Cheng Yiyi turned his head and began to do the homework of the mechanical repair department with a bitter face, interested in studying the mecha and doing the homework are really two different things, such as the damaged mecha in the universe, a part is broken, how to temporarily remedy it, what method can you think of.

Cheng Yiyi secretly poked and poked and wanted to write and depict the formation and integrate it back, but it didn't work, the professor saw that he was sure to score zero.

On Saturday afternoon, Cheng Yiyi asked Aunt Zhao to chat again, and it was a very ordinary conversation.

On the way, Aunt Zhao was called to help, and Cheng Yiyi "coincidentally" met Director Wu.

Curator Wu is the person I saw in the previous interview, after Zhou Bo was beaten down, the original curator retired, and he was promoted, and under the intervention of Mu Xi's forces, the deputy curator is to be determined.

Director Wu was also a little surprised when he saw Cheng Yiyi, obviously recognizing her as the person who interviewed part-time at the beginning. At that time, he thought that her newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, but he didn't expect that people were pretending to be pigs and eating tigers.

Zhou Bo was forced to resign, and he was not wronged at all.

Director Wu didn't ask anything and took the people to the third conference room, where there was no surveillance, and there were five people sitting inside, although their hands were not bound, but they were all blindfolded.

Cheng Yiyi looked at them.

A stubble grows all over the lower half of the face, the hair is very long, like a chicken nest that has not been taken care of for a long time, and the whole person is a little sloppy.

One looked quite young, and his hands unconsciously pinched the sleeves, and the originally ironed sleeves were wrinkled unsightly, which was enough to show how nervous he was.

There are also three soldiers with straight backs, and at a glance you can tell that they have not retired from the army.

They had good ears, and when they heard the door open, the young one tentatively spoke, "Is it Director Wu?" ”

Director Wu: "It's me, I brought someone here." ”

"Curator, can I really be okay?" The young man shouted.

Director Wu spread his hands, "Don't ask for the excess, okay?" ”

The vicissitudes of life are the opposite of the young man, his expression is very relaxed, and he smiled: "Langzi, calm down, I've tried so many methods without success, so it's better to be a guinea pig for free." ”

Langzi muttered: "But I really want to get better, it hurts so much every day." ”

"It doesn't hurt to knock yourself out."

"But it still hurts to wake up, captain, you're too sad, it affects me."

"Stinky boy, I don't want you to expect too much."

The two familiarly ignored the existence of Curator Wu's small talk, intentionally or unintentionally provoking the emotions of the observers.

They had tried so many treatments that the doctors and researchers all promised to do their best, but in the end there was little effect.

From hope to disappointment, to now the blood draw every once in a while, they are a little tired.

What's more, now the other party is still mysterious, and he doesn't want to look at people with his real face.

The other three remained silent, but their pursed lips still revealed the fact that they were nervous.

Curator Wu quietly handed Cheng Yiyi the voice changer, "Doctor, you can start." ”

Cheng Yiyi nodded, starting with the young man on the far left, and the voice changer randomly tuned the voice of the old woman.

She said to the young man, "Come, let me take the pulse." ”

The young man stumbled and said, "What's the pulse?" ”

Cheng Yiyi simply didn't say anything, saying that it was too wrong.

He grabbed the young man's left hand, put his two fingers on his pulse, and sent out a spiritual power to listen to the pulse, which was not false and powerful, proving that he had not spoiled his body.

After letting go of her hand, she pressed her hands on his temples, "Relax your spirit, my spiritual power will invade your spiritual world next, don't reject it." ”

The young man tensed for a moment, and the hand pressed on the temple was not rough, but a little soft, not at all like the hand of the elderly, and there was a fragrance that seemed like nothing. He realized that the person in front of him might be a young man, or even a young woman.

The young man who has been single for many years in the womb blushed awkwardly.

Cheng Yiyi was invading the young man's spiritual world, and happened to see two flashing pictures, she unceremoniously patted his brain, "Concentrate, don't think about yellow waste." ”

The young man scratched his face with a sneer, trying to empty his mind as much as possible.

There is no spiritual lock in their spiritual world, and Cheng Yiyi easily enters the spiritual world of young people, and his divine sense sweeps it all in.

The young man's vast spiritual world was not only barren, but also pressed by a heavy gray mist, which was a sign of the exhaustion of the divine consciousness, not serious, and there was still a long time before the divine consciousness was completely exhausted. The reason why it hurts is just the instinctive resistance of the divine sense, and he wants to start anew, but unfortunately the follow-up strength is insufficient, and he has been suppressed by the gray mist.

After checking, she let go of her hands and estimated how to treat it with the least effort. That's right, it's labor-saving, not efficient.

It is not that there are no efficient treatments, but she is not cultivated enough, so she can only treat them in a roundabout way.

The young man who was checked didn't know why, he only felt that his mental power was a little strange, and then it was gone.

He asked, "Okay?" ”

Cheng Yiyi: "Hmm. ”

"Yes...... Can it be cured? ”

"It's curable, I'll talk about it later, I'll check it first."

It was the first time for a young man to hear someone tell him so sure that he could be cured, instead of doing his best, and he couldn't help but smile expectantly, the little tiger tooth was cute and lovely, if he didn't know that he would think about yellow waste, he really looked like a pure and good boy who was not deeply involved in the world.

It was the turn of the middle-aged man in the vicissitudes of life, Cheng Yiyi's hand just stretched out, and he caught it as fast as lightning, "Sister, do you know that one sentence can be cured, but if it can't be cured, it will give people a lot of despair?" ”

"Uncle, when it comes to healing mental power, I never lie. He can cure it, but you can't say it's good. Cheng Yiyi flicked away the middle-aged man's fingers, "Do you still want to see it?" I don't like to look at it, I don't look at it, I'm not one of those doctors who rush to treat people. ”