Headmaster pan put his hands across his chin and said with burning eyes: "the last time there were so many talented students in the Republic of ancient Shenlan in a short time, it was your year. When talents swarmed out, there would always be turbulence in the world."

Obviously, President pan is also paying close attention to the situation of this class of students, and holds the same view. Mr. Lang sits in silence opposite to Mr. Pan and waits for his next words.

"It's not because there are not enough materials in this world for more than ten years. During these years, there are not many meteorites falling from the sky. It is reasonable to say that several superpowers should have seized enough precious metal reserves. Then there is only one possibility: each country reserves its strength in secret, and the next large-scale war is inevitable. "

Speaking of this, Mr. Lang thought of a rumor and confirmed to Mr. Pan: "I heard that the variant machine a jointly researched by Mr. He of our school and the Royal Research Institute over Tianqing city will be a new special machine?"

President pan put down his hand and lay deep in the chair: "yes, this variant of the mecha can not meet the requirements except for the polished metal. The state has made it clear that it will become a special machine, and may become the beginning of a new round of special machine research and development."

Mr. Lang asked curiously, "who will be the pilot of this variant machine a?"? There will definitely be a lot of pilots rushing to seize the opportunity. To be honest, I really want to let my school students become its pilots. "

President pan is still in his mind: "in the end, we have to see who is more suitable to operate the variant machine A. he has a candidate in his mind. His name is Hong shuibin. Maybe he can stand out."

"Hong shuibin? His thinking is agile, and his combat mode is changeable, which is really suitable for the operation of changeable mecha Mr. Lang frowned and recalled Hongbin's performance in class and agreed with Mr. He's idea.

Since Mr. Lang has no opinion, Mr. Pan solemnly asks: "then please pay more attention to this classmate. After all, he is too young in many aspects, and can't compare with those pilots who have experienced many ups and downs outside."

Mr. Lang nodded his head confidently and assured, "Mr. Pan, don't worry. I dare not say anything else. But from the learning situation of Hong shuibin, I can guarantee that he can meet the requirements of the competitive variant machine a machinist."

Mr. Pan no longer said more. He straightened up and looked at Mr. Lang's eyes: "the battle may come soon. Are Mr. Lang and Mr. Xu ready?"

Mr. Lang looked directly at President Pan: "we thought that we would spend the rest of our lives in Langya mecha Institute and spent our time teaching students. We didn't expect to have the opportunity to return to the battlefield so soon. In fact, we still look forward to it."

Pan's eyes showed a trace of intolerance: "you two carry too much, if you go to battle again, I can't bear it."

"Ha ha, I don't think it's hard for old people. Our hands are covered with too much blood, and we will end up in the battlefield." Mr. Lang put his hands in front of him and smelled it carefully, as if there was a smell of blood sprayed from the enemy.

"This school needs you, and this country needs you more. Please accept my respect." Headmaster pan stood up from his chair and wanted to bow to Mr. Lang.

Mr. Lang helped Mr. Pan in a hurry and asked such a respected old man to salute him. He could not afford to: "Mr. Pan, this is my mission. I have no reason to escape. You also have your responsibility. Let's guard this country together."

President pan has been the president of Langya Mechatronics College for so many years. He has been conscientious in training all kinds of mecha talents for the country. Naturally, he is committed to the needs of the country: "I, the old man of Pan Qiyi, is just helping in the rear. It's up to you to rush forward."

Mr. Pan's name is very red, and it can make the audience full of respect. Mr. Lang bowed his head and solemnly said, "Mr. Pan, you have 120 hearts. I will try my best to protect everything here and never let anyone destroy it."

Mr. Pan firmly grasped Mr. Lang's hand, as if to pass all his strength to him. After a long time, the two talents released. Mr. Pan wanted to send Mr. Lang away from the headmaster building. Mr. Lang asked Mr. Pan to sit back in his seat and turned away by himself.

Let's look at the other side. The simulation class in the afternoon begins. Mr. Xu still appears in front of the students of fighter a department with his wine gourd. However, no one dares to despise him this time. Since he knows the identity of his special pilot, all the students no longer complain about his teaching methods.

After entering the classroom, Mr. Xu did not go directly to the platform, but swayed in front of the students and asked, "Why are the kids looking at me like this?"

Pan Yuguo got up and replied, "report teacher, each of our students has great respect for the special pilot of the Republic of ancient Shenlan. Please don't worry about the unhappiness of some classes in the past."

"Oh? Have you ever been unhappy? I don't remember. " Mr. Xu held his head and thought hard, as if he had never thought of it.

Pan Yuguo didn't evade the problem, but said it all the time: "report teacher, in the past, we always thought that Mr. Xu was deliberately making difficulties, always assigned us difficult tasks, never giving us careful guidance on how to operate, and always holding on to a wine gourd, so we didn't have a good impression on you. However, it is ignored that you have given us a lot of space for adjustment. It is your arrangement that has greatly improved us. "Mr. Xu realized this and raised the wine gourd to drink: "ha ha, if it's just these words, it doesn't need to be said. I've never taken it seriously. It's good for kids to get used to my state."

"Thank you, Miss Xu." The students in the classroom are grateful from the bottom of their hearts, only feel that they have no eyes.

"OK, let's start today's lesson." Mr. Xu went to the platform, put the wine gourd on the table and asked, "what do you think after you feel the horror of gunshot at close range?"

"I feel that the gap between us and his strength is too big!" Hong shuibin was the first to answer.

Zheng Zhirong was still in a state of palpitation. He could not forget the situation when the God of gun rushed out of the siege one after another: "even the teachers can't stop him. We are hopeless."

Chen Feng also said that has been around the heart of the idea: "teacher Xu, we still want to become stronger, please help us."

After the students finished, Mr. Xu took a big gulp of wine: "it seems that the kids want to improve themselves more, so I'll give you the simulation class to enhance the difficulty."

It was already very difficult before. Murong Xuan was very curious about the content: "how can Mr. Xu increase the difficulty?"

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