Chapter 14 (2/2)

Chen Feng couldn't help touching the helmet on her head: ”I see. However, the helmet controlled by mecha is really a straightforward name.”

”You just put on your helmet and you haven't entered the real operation mode, but don't start it in a hurry. I'll explain to you the difference between the simulator and the real machine.” After the middle-aged people laugh enough, no longer nonsense, immediately began to explain: ”look at the three buttons on your right, the top red is the switch, first click it to turn on.”

Chen Feng reaches out to press the red switch. Just press it. A small screen lights up in front of her. It says ”synchronization rate: 82”. Isn't this her own synchronization rate? What does it mean to test again?”Well, you can see the screen in front of you. Now the top shows your respective synchronization rate, and there are two buttons beside it. The middle one is to increase the synchronization rate, and the bottom one is to decrease the synchronization rate. These are the additional modules of the simulator: the synchronization rate regulator, which is set to let users experience different synchronization rates. ”

Isn't it possible to press 100 to see the best synchronization rate? Chen Feng thought here, there has begun to click quickly, but how to click after 90 can not go up, is it not by their own press bad?

Middle aged people seem to see Chen Feng's behavior, and habitually began to ridicule: ”I guess now some people can't wait to set the synchronization rate to 100. Burp ~ how, want to experience the general feeling of God? Ha ha ha, I tell you to give up. The minimum adjustment of the synchronization rate regulator is 41, and the maximum is 90. ”

”I Cao! The teacher's character is really bad enough to say nothing first. ” Chen Feng hated to scold a, stopped to press the right hand continuously.

Middle aged people don't care how others arrange him in their hearts. They talk to themselves: ”the lowest synchronization rate is 41 because the synchronization rate can only operate the mecha, and the highest 90 is because the synchronization rate exceeds 90, we can't numerically simulate the display of hiding ability.”

”That's all you have to say. You can start to simulate mecha's actions, just think about entering the simulated operation mode in your mind. Finally, I would like to suggest that you should try the synchronization rate of 41, 61, 71, 90 and your own It may be that they feel that there is no wine and no fun, and the middle-aged people will leave the simulator room directly after they finish.

The unreliable teacher finally left. Chen Feng didn't pay attention to him. He silently entered the simulation operation mode. In a moment, everything changed greatly. The scene in front of him told him that he was operating the mecha and standing on a vacant land.

”That's where it begins?” Chen Feng didn't know what the situation was. She stood in place for a while before controlling the mecha to lift her feet.

Never had the experience to the mind, as if control is their own feet, mecha is very easy to move forward.

”It's amazing! It's totally the same as controlling the body. There's no feeling of maladjustment at all. ” Chen Feng was overjoyed and took two steps. She felt that the operation of mecha was just like that. It was easy and simple.

”Try to take off.” Chen Feng is not satisfied with ordinary walking, and controls the mecha to jump into the air.

Joy begets sorrow. The sudden acceleration force and overweight feeling from the body make Chen Fengtong breathe out. The mecha falls to the ground before it rises much.

Chen Feng controlled the fixator to release herself and curled up in a circle in the cockpit, shivering. Her body seemed to be torn: ”pain, pain, pain, pain!”!!! It's too fierce. It's going to tear my students apart. Is the pressure brought about by high-speed sports mentioned by Mr. Lang? The sloppy teacher didn't remind me, and the simulator can simulate even pressure. It's so lifelike. ”

Before Chen Feng could figure it out, there were bursts of cries of pain outside the simulator, and the flood bin next to him was crying. Something must have happened to this guy, or he tortured himself. The pain was not as good as the others. Chen Feng felt much better.

Outside the simulator, the sloppy middle-aged man has not gone far away. He hears the crying and howling in the classroom and grinning: ”ha ha ha ha, I want to fly before I learn to walk. Little bunnies, feel the pain well!”

Walking outside the school, I came to the school gate and saw an old man with one eye standing at the door. The middle-aged man finally put aside his cynical look and said, ”ha ha, it's old man. What can I do for you?”

The one eyed old man didn't look at him. He looked at the endless stream of traffic outside and asked, ”Xu, you've been like this all the time. Is that really OK? Can the body bear it? ”

The middle-aged man looked up and laughed. He lifted his sleeve and wiped the wine stains that didn't exist in the corner of his mouth: ”don't worry, I have discretion.”

The one eyed old man frowned at him, looked at him for a long time, and finally slowly shook his head and walked into the school. The middle-aged people estimated that there was nothing more to do here, and wandered out of the school looking for wine and pleasure.