Whiteboard is eighteen years old, tall and handsome, and is a first-year freshman at the Royal Mecha Academy of the Sky Empire.

The tabula rasa was admitted to the academy with an excellent score of ninety-five mental strength and sixth-level physical fitness, which was also due to his parents.

In the Second Great Patriotic War, both of his parents gave their lives for the Reich, and as a descendant of the Heroes of the Reich, he received special treatment for admission to a lower level.

As a result, Whiteboard was able to enter the Mecha Academy and had the honor of being the first and last among the freshmen.

Tabula rasa is not his nickname, but his real name.

His grandfather hoped that he would have a safe life, so he gave him such a name, which means that he is like a board, an upright and upright person, and a frank and unrestrained life.

Nothing but looks!

This is the evaluation given to him by Grandpa Whiteboard.

The Bai family used to be a famous family in the empire, but unfortunately when the white board was born, the Bai family was already broken, and no one in the family was an official in the center of imperial power.

The commoner aristocracy, who lived a slightly better life than the commoners, still had a gap with the imperial aristocracy.

Less than the above, more than the bottom!

Whiteboards are especially fond of mechs. He participated in the selection of mechs at a very young age, but unfortunately he was not selected due to his poor talent.

However, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the whiteboard for mechs.

From childhood to adulthood, from magazines, TV, computers, mobile phones, all information about mechas, he studied as serious as his studies, even to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat.

In his own words, don't look at my operation, the basic theory is unmatched.

Nine o'clock sharp.

The whiteboard's headache still continued, but he had already come to the large lecture hall in good spirits and listened to the "Mecha Combat Fundamentals Basics" course with all the freshmen of the college.

The keynote speaker is an old man who looks old, a well-known expert on the history of mechas, and an honorary professor at the university, Zeng Kedan.

For this professor, the whiteboard is well understood, and basically all freshmen know about him. Knowledgeable and experienced in actual combat, he once distinguished himself in the Second Great Patriotic War and was awarded the Order of Patriotic Hero of the Second Class.

However, no one is perfect, and Professor Zeng also has some flaws, short-tempered, and alcoholic, which makes his reputation mixed, not good or bad.

Professor Zeng sat on the podium, with a row of microphones on the lectern in front of him, and images of various mecha constantly appeared on the large screen behind him.

"Since the end of the Great Patriotic War in 3203, there has been no fighting for ten years.

The past ten years have given mecha time for rapid development.

Every time I see a new type of mecha, I have a lot of emotions in my heart, and the progress is too fast.

I, an old man, can only teach you beginner mechas, and as for high-level mechas, I am no longer qualified to teach you.

You won't dislike me, old man! ”

When Professor Zeng said this, the students all smiled knowingly, and the atmosphere in the classroom was peaceful.

"For too long, you may have forgotten the cruelty of war.

Many of you have loved ones who died in the Great Patriotic War.

The Rising Sun Empire, the Congregation, and the Federation have also had many people killed in battle, so I'm sure that war will break out and hatred will continue. ”

The whiteboard felt a pain in his heart.

His parents, uncles and uncles, all died in the war against the Rising Sun Empire. In today's Bai family, apart from him, only his grandfather is still alive, and the Bai family has existed in name only.

Professor Tsang went on to say:

"Three countries, the world is so big. If you want to meet the growing demand for resources, there will definitely be war, unless the world is unified.

His Majesty the Emperor Xinping's warning is always in my heart.

We will not take the initiative to provoke war, but war can come at any time! Are you ready when the enemy destroys your homeland? ”

The students in the classroom stood up at the same time and shouted in unison:

"Always be ready!"

Professor Zeng nodded in satisfaction, stood up and waved his hands, motioning for the students to sit down.

After the students were seated again, Professor Zeng continued:

"Well, I'm blown away by your passion! With enthusiasm and ideals, they will all be the pillars of the empire in the future!

We're going to start classes now.

Mecha, as the name suggests, mobile battle armor, mecha has six major systems, I don't need to talk about it here, you all understand.

What I'm going to talk about here is how to conduct mecha actual combat.

The selection of the Imperial Mecha Division, and the enrollment requirements of our academy, are all mental power of one hundred and physical fitness of over level six, which is very reasonable!

The higher the mental power, the easier it is to control the high-level mecha, which everyone knows.

What I want to tell you here is that mental power is not a measure of whether a mecha master is good or not.

My criterion is to survive the battle! To put it simply, it's your actual combat level.

Your mental strength is low, your physical strength is low, and it doesn't matter!

As long as you can defeat the enemy, you are a good mech!

On the battlefield, it's impossible for your enemies to know your Mech's level, and they won't know that you're usually good.

As long as he defeats you and kills you, all your honors will become his honors, and everything about yours will become a mirror!

You only have one chance, and failure may be death!

Do you understand? ”

All the students were silent, and there was a great terror between life and death. Being able to face life and death is the minimum requirement for a mecha master.

The tabula rasa is equally silent, hot-blooded, youthful, and it is very likely that it will turn into a brilliant firework in a single battle.

"It seems that you understand, so don't be complacent because you have high talent, and don't suffer from gains and losses because you have low talent.

My talent is very poor, and when I first started practicing mechas, my mental power was just over 100.

When the Second Great Patriotic War broke out, my mental strength was no more than two hundred and four! Five years of war, I survived!

The price of my survival is great!

I'm only thirty-five years old, and I look like I'm eighty-five! My whole body was full of injuries, and I was tormented in pain every day.

That's the price! ”

The whiteboard listened very carefully, and he forgot about the severe headaches that occurred from time to time, and was completely immersed in Professor Zeng's narration.

"Your attitude towards mechs is closely related to the growth of your mech's control level......"

The whiteboard's heart moved.

Growth, how do I feel so familiar with this word?

By the way, it's that whiteboard mech!

That whiteboard mecha has only one attribute, which is growth!

The whiteboard instantly woke up.

Growth means that the mecha has infinite possibilities in the future, but it is not as simple as an ordinary whiteboard mecha!

I may have overlooked this, and blamed that sixth silver-maned stupid wolf!

If it hadn't attacked itself, he would have been able to discover the mystery of that mecha.

The whiteboard is so angry that he can't wait to get back into the game now and see if that's the case!

The desperate hope in the heart, but the reality is very ruthless.

If you die once in the game, you will not be able to enter the game for 12 hours, and the severe cranial nerve pain will continue indefinitely.

It wasn't until twelve hours had passed that the discomfort went away.

Just a month ago, when the whiteboard used a simulated warehouse to land in the game "Light of Hope" (Academy District), which is known as the cradle of mecha training and has a 90% degree of authenticity, there was a sudden power outage. When the simulated warehouse returned to normal, the whiteboard felt that everything in this world had changed.

The game was perfectly copied in his mind.

As soon as he closes his eyes and sleeps, a game login screen appears.

The whiteboard tries to get into the game, exactly like it feels like landing in a simulated warehouse, and connects to the real game, as if it were playing in a simulated warehouse.

For several days in a row, the whiteboard entered the game at night while sleeping. He was pleasantly surprised to wake up in the morning without feeling the slightest bit tired.

This became the biggest secret in his heart.

The game space that does not delay the rest is equal to the time he has twice the time he has to live in the game than others.

During the month, the whiteboard logs into the game at night and familiarizes yourself with everything in the game. Out of his love for mechas, he has an attachment to the mechs in the game, and the Black Iron Ranger is the result of his efforts.

After dawn, in his spare time during the freshman military training, he searched everywhere for information on the types of mecha that appeared in the game and the practical experience of operating the mecha, and put it into practice in the game.

After a month of nervousness, his mecha operation level has improved significantly.

What satisfied him the most was that his mental strength had increased from 95 points when he first entered the academy to 115 points, which was a shocking achievement.

"We will officially start the study of mecha actual combat tomorrow, and then one day of actual combat practice and one day of theoretical study.

That's it, class! ”

Before I knew it, Professor Zeng had finished the first class of freshmen, and it was time for lunch.

"Whiteboard, together!"

A fat man crept up to the whiteboard, patted him, and winked his eyes.

This is Tu Fei in the same bedroom as the whiteboard.

The whiteboard smiled bitterly.

"Bandits, I can't please you, my money is not enough for my own food!"

Tu Fei was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily:

"You stinky shameless, you rush to pay the bill every time, okay!

Obviously I don't have any money, but I still have to pretend to be garlic, I deserve it!

Let's go, today I invite you, eat a small stove! ”

The whiteboard immediately stood up, stepped forward to hug Tu Fei's huge body, and said with a smile as he walked:

"You should have invited me once! Tell me, what's going on! ”

Tu Fei stopped talking, walked all the way with the whiteboard, separated from the other students who rushed to the cafeteria, and went around and around to a snack bar next to the big lake of the college.

"This is where I just found out. The dishes are good, the people are good, the taste is authentic, and it is only now opened, so there are few people. ”

Tu Fei pulled the whiteboard and walked into the store, came to the table by the window and sat down.

"How's the guy?"

The whiteboard looked at Tu Fei's fat face suspiciously.

"Xiaoqian, I'm here again! Just follow yesterday's recipe and serve two! ”

Tu Fei shouted.

Looking around the whiteboard, there were not many people in the store at this time, and it was a little deserted.

The store is more than ten square meters, without any decoration, except for tables and chairs, only a mecha model on the bar is more conspicuous.

"Huh? Endeavor Prime, this is a very old mecha, this model is very precious! ”

The whiteboard muttered to himself.

"Something, it's late! Bones stewed, right? No problem, wait a minute, and come! ”

A girl ran in quickly outside the store, shouted at Tu Fei, and hurriedly ran into the back kitchen.

"Okay, we're not in a hurry!"

Tu Fei responded loudly, with a smile on his face, and his facial features were almost squeezed together.

The whiteboard instantly reacted, what did Tu Fei mean by saying that people are good, so he looked at Tu Fei thoughtfully.

"Hey! Don't think about it! The food here is really good, you know if you've eaten it!

Don't you look at the frugality here, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the alley, you know it deeply?

In a few days, you will have to queue up to eat here! ”

Tu Fei stared at his little mung bean eyes, and said it seriously.

Whiteboard nodded.

"Well, I'm sure of that! For you foodie, it's impossible to settle for every meal.

I decided to come and eat every day from now on!

Well, with you! ”

The whiteboard lowered his head, forced the smile in his heart, and said equally seriously.

Tu Fei's face instantly became wonderful.

"No, I can't. I don't have a lot of money to live on. I'm not like you, your family is big, and I'm still applying for student loans!

I'm just leading the way and letting you know there's such a place. You can do it once, but I'm going to jump off the building if you do it again! ”

Tu Fei gritted his teeth and stared at the whiteboard.

The whiteboard shook his head helplessly. We've been living together for a month, and who doesn't know who?

"I'm not good either. Grandpa is sick and needs to hire someone to serve him. You know, my family is just me and my grandfather!

Save if you can! ”

Neither of them spoke, looking out the window at the lake in a daze.

"Wow!"

A steaming large casserole was served, instantly attracting the attention of the two.

"You know what? Every year, new students will have a mecha simulation competition, and the winner will be rewarded with a scholarship and a whiteboard mecha!

Your own mecha! ”

Tu Fei came back to life and said to the whiteboard with a wink.

The whiteboard came back to his senses, his attention was all on the casserole in front of him, and he said casually:

"Let's talk about it! Let's just listen to it, both of us are free round players! ”

Tu Fei picked up a piece of meat and bones and said vaguely:

"Not necessarily! Didn't Professor Zeng just say that talent is not important, ability is important! ”

The whiteboard raised his eyes and glared at Tu Fei.

"Then you believe it! If you believe that and go to the battlefield, it will be your last performance!

What Professor Zeng said, you must listen selectively, and don't remember what you say like this!

Imbeciles may be able to counterattack, but they will have to go through countless failures, pains, efforts, sweat, tears, and blood to succeed.

Do you have an effort? Do you have blood?

It's a beautiful misunderstanding that you entered the mecha combat department, you should go to the logistics support department! ”

Tu Fei was stunned for a moment, and then said happily:

"Hehe, it's still the whiteboard that you know me best!

I'm not saying I'm going to fight for the rankings, I'm talking about you!

Did you know that as long as you enter the top 128, no matter what the final place is, there will be a bursary of 10,000 Imperial Coins!

10,000, our brothers come here every day to eat! ”

The whiteboard was stunned for a moment, and raised his head to look at Tu Fei.

"How dare you think about it! It's not like you don't know about my situation! The tail of the crane in the newborn, the fighting chicken in the slag! You're letting me win, wishful thinking! ”

Tu Fei shook his head, and mung bean's small eyes lit up and said:

"Don't be discouraged. The simulation was conducted in the martial arts arena of the game "Light of Hope" (Academy District), and all of them used whiteboard mechs.

We may not be able to fight mecha battles in reality, but who is afraid of who when playing games! We go in and practice every day, and I don't believe we can't do it! ”

The whiteboard frowned, nodded, shook his head, and sighed dejectedly.

"Alas! Can you think like that, and other people won't think like that?

I've played that game, and mental power is the key to strength.

But we can also try, after all, you're in luck!

Luck is also a kind of strength! ”