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The backpack was stuffed with small self-powered repair tools, a large number of components and high-intensity light screen standard sheets. All of these things were ordered online, and it cost more than 10,000 yuan. Fortunately, the federal logistics industry is particularly developed today, and these things are not controlled items, so it did not waste time. He was preparing to repair the two finger touch screens that he broke last night. However, when he walked behind the terminal light screen, he found that the light screen fragments he carefully piled together... were gone.

In surprise, Xu Le touched his head and climbed the operating compartment of the m-prototype mecha along the gangway at the mechanical legs. He was happy to find two finger touch screens appearing at hand. He was in a very good mood at this time and couldn't help but feel more grateful to Earhua University, but he didn't know that these two light screens were replaced by Butler Jin, who was responsible for cleaning and cleaning the h1 area.

Although only Butler Jin appears beside the young master of the Tai family, in fact, this personal butler leads five groups and as many as 60 professionals, providing full-scale services to Tai Zhiyuan alone. It is too simple to change two finger touch screens in one day.

Of course, Xu Le couldn't guess that he was attracted by a big man and enjoyed the highest level of logistics services in the federal level. He had already entered the operating cabin and started the sixth level of practice. But tonight he was extremely careful and consciously controlling the output intensity of the trembling or heat flow in his body...

It's amazing. It's really amazing. Facing the increasingly fast light and color blocks on the light screen, Xu Le's eyes were engraved into his mind without blinking. However, with a thought, a channel seemed to suddenly appear in the muscles and nerves in his body. The heat current or trembling would faithfully and quickly pass his thoughts to his fingertips. Thus, he quickly moved on the fingertips of the light screen and entered one command after another.

But it was still embarrassing. The best result of 11-second eight seconds was 0.1 second higher than last night. Is this a progress? Xu Le, sweating all over his body, sat in the cockpit chair weakly, sweat dripping down his wet black hair, and his fingers kept trembling slightly due to excessive exercise. This tremor was purely a sequelae of fatigue, and there was no strangeness at all.

Xu Le sat thoughtfully in the operation cabin of the mecha's belly. He kept recalling the actions of the uncle in the valley, and his fingers simulated the movements of the ground that had been seen. Suddenly, he stood up and looked from the mecha's mecha's mezzanine on the side of the operation cabin, and couldn't help but whistle. It seemed that there was still some difference on the drawings and in reality. Although the data cables and sensing devices were indeed protected by the mecha, there was no insulating control between them and the alloy mecha. In a vague way, Xu Le roughly understood Uncle Feng Yu's magical hands. How can he control the movements of the mecha on the surface of the mecha - probably the trembling inside his body, which can leave the human body and form something like an electric current or data flow, entering the data transmission line of the mecha through the surface of the alloy mecha.

This is a whimsical idea. The human body is not a generator, nor a sensor. How could it be possible to communicate with the machine with current or data flow? But apart from that, Xu Le really has no way to explain the ability that the uncle once showed. Xu Le sat back in the chair and fell into thinking for a long time. If he wanted to prove his conjecture, prove that the tremor in his body can be transformed into a fixed frequency band wave in some cases, and even control the mecha, he must enter the top laboratory in the federal government.

A year has passed, and the tremor in Xu Le's body that could suddenly burst out with huge power has penetrated into his skin. It is no longer so noticeable, but has become a kind of slightly numb hot current, circulating back and forth along a certain channel in his body... However, this has little to do with his operating the finger-touch light screen. Unless he can get a mecha full-body sensing console that has been eliminated.

Xu Le wiped off the sweat from his forehead. Enjoying the clean breeze that kept pouring in from the console, it is said that the m52 series control comfort is stronger now. But he was already very satisfied. In the breeze, he looked at his slightly trembling hands and was in a daze. He didn't know how to release the heat in his body out of his skin, let alone use this power to control the three major systems of the mecha. But no matter how slow the earthlings are, he would know at this time that the boss and uncle taught him ten movements back then, what kind of magic is it?

With a secret and powerful ability, he stared at his hands in a daze, and suddenly felt scared. He always felt that if this continues, he was afraid that he would... he would no longer be himself, but would become a machine, but he didn't know whether it was a murderous machine or something else? But so what about being afraid? That strong curiosity and desire for the unknown still motivated him, constantly exploring himself on this road without a teacher, completely forgetting that he only wanted to repair the mecha, and he became increasingly obsessed with the two endless ranges of the mecha and his body.

What exactly does the boss and uncle mean when he mentioned the first machine?

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Xu Le walked out of the room, a brand new world had already begun in front of him, and his mind was filled with excitement that was completely inconsistent with the fatigue of his body. Faced with this magical and unknown world, some people might be afraid, and some people would hide, but Xu Le couldn't. He just waited happily for what might happen in the future.

The door of the room opposite was still tightly closed, and the H1 area with extremely good sound insulation was quiet. Only the green light next to the door indicated that there was someone inside. From the hot coffee and spoiled biscuits in the lounge, Xu Le knew that the "companion" who didn't know his name was the same person last night. He looked at the door curiously, thinking that it was already so late at this time. In addition to himself, there were still people who couldn't sleep for two consecutive nights? Is he always occupied by those strange and incomprehensible things in his mind, where are the people inside?

The croaking abdomen reminded him that he was in an extreme hunger state. Xu Le walked into the lounge with a bitter face, ate his soy milk and fried dough sticks voraciously, and then began to look at the soy milk and fried dough sticks that were originally brought to that person with green eyes. At this time, Xu Le had confirmed that every time he used the trembling power in his body, he would fall into a state of hunger. This was the case when he broke the plastic rope in Donglin District and ran away. The same was true for the practice in the doorman every night... Especially for two nights of repeated and boring high-intensity exercises at h1, his spirit was extremely tense, and his hunger was unprecedented. This little soy milk and fried dough sticks really couldn't fill his stomach.

He murmured a few words in a low voice, as if he was apologizing to the air, then picked up a piece of oil cake like lightning and swallowed it up in a few seconds, but he was still not satisfied... He stared at the not-so-exhausted food on the table, pursed his lips, grinned with embarrassment, and quietly picked up the cup of coffee.

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The coffee was gone, the fish cake was still there, and the unsavory person came indeed. Tai Zhiyuan, covered in sweat, stared at the table in the rest room with an upset expression, and saw the soy milk in the paper bag and a piece of oily thing that looked very headache-inducing. He picked up the paper and saw that the handwriting was left on it.

"Sorry, I brought less food today. I was so hungry, so I only left you a piece of oil cake and drank your coffee... But it seems that I have been insomnia recently. It's better to drink less coffee, haha."

Tai Zhiyuan looked at the last two words of hehe on the note, and a face that seemed to flash in front of him. He should have been angry, but for some reason, he smiled bitterly.

Tai Zhiyuan took out soy milk and oil cakes from the paper bag, and suddenly became a little confused. If someone wanted to be unfavorable to him, he might put ordinary food for more than 20 consecutive days and randomly chose to put poison in one day. As long as he could lose his vigilance, what could those people not do? He looked at the soy milk in his hand and the thing called oil cakes in his hand, and a fierce look suddenly flashed across his face, as if he had decided to engage in the most dangerous gambling in his life.

He frowned like drinking poison and drank the soy milk, then chewed the oil cake, then sat on the chair in the lounge, and was stunned for a long time. After a long time, he whispered to himself: "The oil cake? It tastes ok."

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Suddenly, Tai Zhiyuan lost interest in his favorite fish cake, and a gentle glow flashed in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he picked up a pen and wrote his reply on the piece of paper.

"Stingy."

After doing this action that he felt extremely childish, Tai Zhiyuan subconsciously walked into the room and began to call out Xu Le's training data to watch. Even he didn't know why he was so interested in the intruder. As expected, the sixth level persistence time still lasted for more than eleven seconds. Tai Zhiyuan thought that this was really a fool. When he was about to turn around and leave, his eyebrows frowned, and he always felt that the rows of data always seemed to have some incongruity.

"Young Master, the results of the first hospital have come out." Butler Jin looked at Tai Zhiyuan with some concern. He was responsible for cleaning the h1 area. Naturally, he knew the handwriting left on the white paper. However, without the young master's permission, he did not dare to move. He lowered his head and reported, "After the laboratory over there was an identification, he believed that these data were forged."
Chapter completed!