Chapter 507 - Naer Is Just My Little Sister (2/2)

“Gu Yue, let's go grab lunch together,” Tang Wulin said.

“Okay.”

He turned to the others. “Hey Xie XIe, Xiaoyan, Xinglan, Lizhi, let's all go together.”

“I'm good. I gotta go visit the Tang Sect in the afternoon so I'll just eat there,” Xie Xie answered swiftly.

Xu Lizhi scratched his cheek. “I can't either. I've got some stuff to handle with Big Sis Xinglan. You guys go ahead.”

“Sorry! I need to go study! I got an important mecha designing cla.s.s in the evening, so I'm just gonna get a quick bite then go review the cla.s.s notes. I have to cram it all in during lunch since we got piloting cla.s.s in the afternoon,” Xu Xiaoyan said.

They're all ditching me! Tang Wulin was speechless. Left with no other option, he left for the dining hall with just Gu Yue.

“What are you feeling? I'll get it for you,” Tang Wulin said.

“Anything's fine,” Gu Yue answered sweetly, not a trace of the morning's fury in sight.

While Tang Wulin inhaled plate after plate of food, Gu Yue watched patiently having long since finished her own meal. When he finally finished, she took out a napkin and wiped clean his mouth. There was no hesitation, as if she had done this thousands of times before. But Tang Wulin was still taken aback

“Let's get going. You need some time to digest and you got piloting cla.s.s in the afternoon, right?” Gu Yue said as she stood up and made for the exit.

Is she feeling the pressure? Tang Wulin broke into a huge grin. He rose to his feet and quickly caught up with her, walking shoulder-to-shoulder back to their dormitory.

The working student dormitory was quiet. Unoccupied. Only Yuanen Yehui's door and curtains were closed.

As soon as Tang Wulin reached the door of his room, he glanced back, grabbing Gu Yue's sleeve before she could leave. “Gu Yue, do you have something to say to me?”

“No,” she said. Voice flat, deadpan.

Tang Wulin flashed a smile. “i'm telling you, Na'er really is just my little sister.”

Gu Yue's eyes flicked back to him momentarily, settling for his face. “Remember those words.” Then she left for her own room, the door shutting with a click behind her.

Tang Wulin rubbed his nose. He had watched every action of hers without averting his gaze, from her opening the door to her closing it.

After meditating for a bit, he made his way to the mecha piloting cla.s.s.

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Before Tang Wulin knew it, a few days had pa.s.sed and his third mecha piloting cla.s.s was about to begin. Like previously, it was held in a custom field located in the southwest corner of the campus. Fifteen first grade students were a.s.sembled in a neat row on the piloting field, eager for their lesson to start.

Their teacher was a tall, middle-aged man named Duan Shang.

“Good afternoon, Teacher,” the students said under Tang Wulin's lead.

Duan Shang gave a slight nod. “We'll be continuing with fundamental pilot drills today. Now then, get into your mechas and get on the comms channel.”

“Yes!” The students ran to their white-grade training mechas. Each one stood a good twelve meters tall and weighed over ten tons. They had no equipment and only medium armor. At the chest region of each mecha slid open a door, giving the students a way into the c.o.c.kpits.

Inside, Tang Wulin pressed a series of b.u.t.tons with practiced movements and started it up. The breastplate c.o.c.kpit door closed. He strapped on a helmet while metal rings fastened his limbs in place.

In front of his hands were a pair of small keyboards that allowed for small adjustments to optimize mecha operations. Although modern mechas were operated from circuit cores amplifying and translating pilots' movements into information understood by the mecha, actions of a more fine-tuned nature still relied on a technology of days past: the keyboard.

“Unit 1 connected to channel,” Tang Wulin said after flicking a switch. A moment later, all fifteen students reported in on the comms channel.

“Good. Now let's get started,” Duan Shang said. “First, always remember that balance is crucial to mecha piloting. By the end of this course, you'll be operating mechas like they're an extension of your body. So then, how do you make your mecha move nimbly?” His own mecha shrugged, arm-like appendages unfurling sideways in a wave. “Well, you have to be nimble yourself to begin with. Then you have to project yourself onto the mecha. Understand what it's like to have a ten meter tall body made of a dozen tons of metal. The operation systems installed are really sensitive. The slightest mistake will be reflected.” Hidden in the safety of their c.o.c.kpits, several of the students fidgeted nervously.

“So, the very foundation of this is balance. Now follow after me. Raise your left leg.”

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