Chapter 10 Thick Lines and Nerves

"Young Master, I don't know if the First Academy is your test data." Butler Jin didn't understand this matter very much. He subconsciously thought that the Young Master had tampered with his own data, but he couldn't guess the Young Master's intention. Could it be that the Young Master was dissatisfied with the First Military Academy sending a delegation to visit Earhua University and disturbing his quietness?

"Maybe there was a problem with the sampling." Tai Zhiyuan naturally would not confess his childish behavior to his subordinate servants, and looked down at the analysis report on Xu Le test data, just to consider it as relaxing under heavy pressure every day.

The more he looked, the more he felt strange. The experts at the First Military Academy naturally would not make mistakes. The dense data were indeed a bit strange, consistent with his intuition that night. In Xule's test data, the input speed of effective commands that eliminated redundant data was 76, and the highest peak was 139. In each standard time period, Xule could only input more than 100 valid commands to the mecha at most. Even if these valid commands were all correct response measures, it was still impossible to persist in eleven seconds in the sixth level test, and at most seven seconds would fail.

There is indeed a problem with the data marked on the paper. Tai Zhiyuan carefully checked it curiously and carefully. His own command input speed is about four times that of the other party, and the other party is indeed a beginner. According to the analysis of the First Military Academy, if you want to use this input speed to complete the dodge and attack actions of those mechas, unless the experimenter's neural reaction speed is incredibly high.

0.0012? Seeing this calculated number, Tai Zhiyuan couldn't help but doubt the credibility of Xu Le's experimental data.

The most important thing in operating a mecha is the operator's reaction speed. The mecha's own detection equipment detects the terrain and environment, and discovers hostile targets or obstacles, which appear on various display devices that the operator can observe with the naked eye. Those light icons or data are read by the naked eye, entered the brain to analyze, and then issued instructions by the brain. It reaches both hands through the nerve beam, and then inputs operation instructions to the finger-touch light screen. The mecha makes corresponding actions according to the instructions. This is a complete process, and no one can omit every link.

After training, the human body's reaction speed may become much faster than ordinary people, such as the top special mecha players in the Federation or the Empire, but after all, it is limited by physiological basis. It is impossible to be so incredible that this reaction speed is almost equal to zero... From the perspective of data analysis and various links of mecha combat, the only link that may reduce the reaction time is the time when the brain issues instructions to the input of the instructions with both hands.

Science has long proved that the nerve processing and reaction speed of human brain is about 300 meters per second, the reaction speed is about 126th of a second, and the transmission speed of information in the bundle-shaped nerve is 120 meters per second. However, the neural reaction speed or transmission speed within the nerve bundle obtained by reverse replication of Xule's experimental data is far exceeding this value!

No wonder the experts in the laboratory of the First Military Academy think that there is something wrong with this data. Because if the information can be so fast in the human body, it can only mean that the person... is not a human.

Tai Zhiyuan shook his head and put the data aside. Since there was something wrong with the data, he was no longer interested in caring about that idiot. He was not worried about whether it was a master of some forces who pretended to be a beginner to approach him, because the disguiser could only disguise his reaction speed slower, and it was impossible to create such a ridiculous neural reaction speed out of nothing.

"By the way, Uncle Jin. Tonight... prepare a pot of coffee." Tai Zhiyuan suddenly thought of something very important and frowned and said, "Two cups."

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Xu Le does have a much thicker nerve than ordinary people. If it were someone else, when he was a teenager, he knew that his boss was a fugitive in the army, he would have escaped from the operating room or repair shop, and then reported to the government with trembling all over his body, but Xu Le did not. If it were someone else, if he was caught by the special forces of the army, and when he had a few black guns pointed at him, he would definitely be scared to pee his pants and tell the uncle's traces honestly, but Xu Le did not. If it were someone else... When he found that the brilliance of the charter that spread throughout the Federation could not shine on him, when he found that he could implant a new chip behind his neck, he would definitely be frightened to be an idiot, but Xu Le... still did not.

Perhaps it was because he had seen too many strange things in his short 18 years of life, so when he discovered that the magical power in his body seemed to be more magical than he had imagined, he was not panicked or uneasy at all. Instead, he felt a vague excitement and desire, not a desire for power, or a desire for unknowns.

He just knew all this, accepted all this, faced it bravely, and faced it so optimistic, even though he was still a fugitive who was not tolerated by society, he still worked, studied and lived happily and healthily in Earhua University. He had friends, female friends, and a study partner who had never met every night but was accompanied by him. He was most interested and was willing to give his sweat, time and things for it.

Of course, this rough nerve describes Xu Le's character and has nothing to do with the conclusions drawn after the First Military Academy identified the data in the H1 area. Xu Le didn't know that someone in this world had studied his nerves and believed that those data were very nervous. If he checked those data himself, he could actually easily draw the conclusion that was most in line with the actual situation.

——No one in this world can have a nerve reaction and transmission speed that is fast enough to chase the sun, Xu Le cannot, Feng Yu cannot. The reason why his poor hand speed can reach an effect that exceeds the speed during the detection is that when the light and color blocks on the light screen enter his eyes, and after calculation in his brain, it is not transmitted to his hands through the myeloid column nerve bundle and those nerve cells.

The brain's reaction after making calculations should be to follow the path of strange tremors and heat flow in the body. If the nerve bundles in the human body are the widest twelve-lane highway outside the outskirts of the Capital Special Administrative Region, the path in Xu Le's body that is definitely not found in the anatomy is like the established aerospace path between galaxies, with no margins, only directions, no speed limits, only widespread...

During the next few nights of study and experiment, Xu Le gradually realized the beauty of this strange control method, and was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself. As the sixth level persisted, it became longer and longer, from eleven seconds to seventeen seconds.

In addition to constantly fighting with the M prototype mecha, Xu Le has something that has attracted him these days. He found that the classmate next door seemed to have insomnia problems like him, although he had never met him yet. However, the two seemed to be in a corridor, communicating with something through those midnight snacks. Xu Le later prepared a lot of food, such as scallion pancakes and roasted sweet potatoes. These natural foods are actually not easy to find now, and the price is not cheap. However, Xu Le had to eat extra meals every night for more than half a year, and was happy to find midnight snacks and familiarity, but there was no repetition of it all night.

Tonight he brought over grilled lamb chops, of course, synthetic lamb. He looked at the pot of coffee and a small plate of poor biscuits in the lounge, and couldn't help but smile, thinking that the man said he was a stingy, but in fact he was so stingy. How could such a few biscuits be enough to eat? Later, he finally discovered the weirdness of those fish roe biscuits. He also knew how expensive these biscuits were, but he still didn't like them.

Xu Le naturally poured himself a cup of hot coffee, then hummed the theme song of the longevity TV series on Channel 23, and walked into his room with shaking his body. He and Tai Zhiyuan, who did not know his name, seemed to have a tacit understanding. After entering the h1 area, the two turned right, not left, and never disturbed each other.

Xu Le was used to this kind of night. He sat on the M-series prototype and began to practice intently. However, occasionally during the practice, he would lift his foot on the alloy rack at the door of the cabin, drinking hot coffee while thinking about things that were not there in the high ceiling. For example, he was thinking at this time today. If he could find a complete simulation system and connect the sensor directly to the surface of the body's skin, would the mecha run more quickly? This is just an idea. The system judged to be unrestrained was eliminated decades ago. Xu Le had good luck. He had seen it once in the garbage cabin of the ancient clock, but where could he go to this university?

A sudden sound in the operating cabin woke Xu Le from his thoughts, and the coffee cup in his hand almost fell to the ground several meters away.

"Is the coffee delicious?" A voice without much emotion came from the speakers in the operating cabin.

Xu Le was stunned for a long time before he realized. He stayed in h1 for many nights. He didn't hear anyone else besides himself, nor did he hear any other sounds. He looked at the light screen prompt. He confirmed that it was an internal call from h1, and immediately guessed who the sound was. He subconsciously raised his coffee cup to the speaker, and said with a smile: "Is scallion pancake delicious? I see that you didn't give me any leftovers yesterday."

The voices there paused for a moment, as if they were not used to this kind of conversation. After a while, they whispered: "Is it too boring to practice alone? Do you want to try online?"

Xu Le was stunned for a moment and scratched his wet hair. He had never seen the person in another room, so he was naturally a little curious. Although he did not take the initiative to try to open the door in order to keep his secret, the coffee and midnight snacks for several days made him feel that he was not very unfamiliar with the other party. More importantly, these practices in the world made him find that he seemed to be more and more interested in driving the mecha, and he also felt that his level was improving a little faster, but lacked a real comparison, so he was not sure about his level.

"Want to find abuse? Then come." Xu Le put the coffee cup next to him and clenched his fists.

The voice over there paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect Xu Le to say such a ridiculous thing, and there was a hint of seriousness in his voice: "There are really not many people who dare to speak to me like this."
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