Vicious male counterpart isn’t competing anymore [Rebirth]

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Chapter 36.1 Senior’s problems

Mecha training room.

Yan Hao brought the little robot over, set up the recording program and stepped aside.

“Senior, it’s time to start.” Yan Hao said to Sheng Heng who was dressed in a training suit.

Sheng Heng let out an ‘En’ sound and turned towards the black and sturdy mecha in the middle of the field, which was his own mecha, the Black Soul. As he approached the mecha, he jumped up and with a couple of jumps, he came to a clean stop outside the mecha’s cockpit. As soon as Sheng Heng stopped outside the mecha’s cockpit, Black Soul’s intelligent system sensed the arrival of his master and automatically opened up, allowing him to enter.

Entering the cockpit, Sheng Heng made some simple adjustments before connecting to Yan Hao’s communications.

“Can you hear me?” Sheng Heng asked.

“I can.” Yan Hao responded.

“If there’s anything wrong with the pose in a moment, please alert me with a sound and I’ll do it again.” The mecha, after all, wasn’t a human body and couldn’t move exactly like one. Even under command, it could only be as close as possible. To ensure the accuracy of the data, Yan Hao had made a correction model to the robot, so that only when the similarity between Sheng Heng’s mecha and his body yesterday exceeded 96% would the data be considered valid.

An accuracy of 96% was one of the criteria for an advanced mecha fighter, which meant that if Sheng Heng wanted to work with Yan Hao to complete the data collection, every movement he made had to be at the level of an advanced mecha fighter.

The moment he was ready, Sheng Heng took a deep breath and moved his fingers slightly before placing his hands on the control panel. With the slightest movement of his slender fingers, hundreds of buttons representing different commands lit up. As a mecha fighter, if he couldn’t remember the controls and couldn’t operate them blindly, then he didn’t deserve to pilot a mecha.

Yan Hao sat in the corner of the training room, his light brain remotely connected to the intelligent robot. The virtual screen in front of him was divided into two, the left was of a mannequin he had built from the data of the fighting techniques he had collected yesterday and the right was of the mecha in front of him.

As the first move was made, the two models on the virtual screen moved, with Yan Hao’s pre-designed algorithm comparing the similarity of their movements.

First movement, 96.12% similar

Second movement, 96.13% similar

Movement Coherence A.

The third movement, 96.11% similar

…

The twentieth movement, 95.35% similar

Movement Coherence A-

In the blink of an eye, twenty moves had been done and only eight minutes had elapsed before Sheng Heng’s moves dropped to 95% for the first time.

“Senior, that wasn’t precise enough, you need to raise your right forearm a bit more.” Yan Hao reminded as he compared the differences between the two data models.

“Okay, I’ll do it again.” Sheng Heng responded quickly, then adjusted the mecha’s stance to bring him back to the state where the nineteenth move was completed and then moved on to the twentieth move.

The light brain soon completed the comparison: the twentieth movement, 96.12% similar.

“Was that up to standard?” Sheng Heng asked.

“Yes. Senior, you can continue.” Yan Hao told him.

Sheng Heng continued to manipulate the mecha, followed by ten more moves, with the similarity dropping to 95% on two occasions, but after a reminder from Yan Hao, Sheng Heng was able to fine-tune the moves to make them passable. This kind of ability required a mech fighter to be very familiar with the mecha itself and with the various commands in order to be able to fine-tune it so carefully.

Fifteen minutes passed and halfway through a punch, Yan Hao compared the first half of the data and said, “Senior, your consistency has decreased a bit. Now, it’s only at level B. Do you want to take a break?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Sheng Heng’s low voice sounded, “Yes.”

With that, the long mechanical arm of Black Soul retracted and stood quietly in place.

“Senior, would you like to come down and have some water?” Yan Hao took a bottle of water and stood in front of the mecha.

“No, I can start again after a break, it’s a pain getting in the mecha.” Sheng Heng said.

Thinking about it for a bit, Yan Hao felt he had a point, so he didn’t say anything more: “Then I’ll put the bottle of water over here. Senior you can drink it when you come down.”

“Alright, thank you.” Sheng Heng looked at Yan Hao, who was talking to him with his head tilted up on the screen and a bitter smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He didn’t think it was too much of a hassle to go down there, it was just that he felt ashamed to go down there in his current state.

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