Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

The mech parts displayed by the teacher immediately captivated everyone's attention.

Which student aspiring to attend a military academy hasn't dreamed of piloting a mech across battlefields?

Come on! That's a mech!

The strongest weapon for individual combat in human history, a fusion of all the technology and wisdom of the Intergalactic Federation!

Everyone was awestruck by the mech cannon part, including Parfen — regardless of how esteemed her father was at Kangheng Life Sciences, they wouldn't arrange a mech for him. After all, mechs were exclusive to the military, and most of their technology was classified and forbidden from public disclosure by the federal government.

"The mech cannon you see here is from a mass-produced model of the military, graded only as C-class, and it has been decommissioned for twenty years. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to borrow it from the military museum for you to see," the teacher said while observing Baisha's expression, "Mechs are rapidly updated, and this cannon has long been phased out by the federal military, it's an 'antique' part, but its structure is still exquisitely intricate. Whether for dismantling or repair, ordinary mechanics can hardly begin to comprehend it..."

Indeed, this was a roundabout tactic agreed upon by the teachers to persuade Baisha to change her major. By showing her how difficult it was to repair a mech, they hoped she would come to her senses and perhaps give up.

"I'll repeat what I said: whoever can analyze the structure of this mech cannon today, won't have to attend my class in the future."

The students took the teacher's words as a joke.

What a joke, they had only started school for a short while. They had just finished the first chapter of the basic mechanics course. Asking them to dismantle mech parts was like expecting a baby who just learned to crawl to participate in the Intergalactic Federation Sports Meeting!

The students laughed and joked. The teacher, standing at the podium, saw Baisha's thoughtful expression and inwardly praised this method as an excellent way to deter her.

However, Baisha's mindset at this moment was different from what the teacher had imagined.

This was her first time seeing real mech parts. Although excited, as the teacher said, these were outdated "antiques." In the mech master forums, brimming with talented individuals, these structures had been studied back and forth hundreds of times... and Baisha was one of them. Although she didn't find this information herself, it was shared by anonymous group members, with a part collected by her friend "Qingying Fuzhou."

However, for her to dissect a mech cannon was a piece of cake. What really made Baisha hesitate was whether she should steal the spotlight.

This teacher's acting was much worse than he realized—Baisha could see at a glance that this was a play concocted by the teacher to persuade her to reconsider. If she dealt with today, perhaps tomorrow would bring another scheme.

But— the prospect of no longer needing to attend basic mechanics classes was indeed very tempting for her.

She was short on time every day. The school turned off the lights punctually in the evening, and with the dormitory manager's daily checks, Baisha often had to study mech modeling late into the night, secretly working under her covers with the small screen of her light computer. Suffocating under the covers was one thing, but drawing designs on a small screen was tiring and frustrating.

After a moment of thought, she stood up and asked, "Teacher, are you serious about what you said?"

The teacher: "…"

The entire classroom fell silent in a matter of seconds.

The teacher's eye twitched, and before he could respond, Baisha added, "Can I propose a condition? I don't need to attend classes, just take the exams, and let the exam score be my final grade."

The final grade of the Basic Mechanics course also included regular scores. If she really stopped attending, even if the teacher didn't count her absences, a zero in regular scores would still mean she couldn't pass.

The teacher almost laughed at Baisha's shrewdness: "Do you see me as someone who plays tricks behind the scenes? I'll lay it down here; if you really can do it, you don't need to come to class, and I'll give you full marks for the regular scores."

"Thank you, teacher," Baisha said, standing up and walking towards the podium. She rolled up her sleeves and surprisingly pulled out a silver tool kit from her waist, which unfolded to reveal seven or eight delicate silver instruments.

The teacher, shocked: "Why do you even carry a tool kit with you?"

Baisha approached the podium and said calmly, "To dismantle parts, I need some tools, right? You can't expect me to see through the structure with my naked eyes."

The teacher, as if facing a great enemy: "What… what are you going to do!"

"Dismantle the parts," Baisha replied, picking a screwdriver and twirling it in her palm, the silver metal twinkling under the lights, "Don't worry, it's just a C-class part. Even without psychic power, I can dismantle it. It won't explode suddenly."

Explode?

The teacher almost choked, instinctively lunging forward to grab and hide the mech cannon. But as a former mechanic, his movements were not as quick as Baisha's, who was already a step ahead.

"Let me have a look." Baisha lifted the mech cannon, but everyone present held their breath, fearing she might accidentally cause it to explode. Baisha examined the part for a few seconds, then began to use her tools. Soon, she had dismantled the mech cannon into a heap of scattered pieces.

The teacher: "…"

Leaving aside how much Baisha knew about the structure of the mech cannon, she at least managed to dismantle it.

The problem was, Baisha spread all the parts on the table, then she just stopped moving and turned to tinker with her light computer!

The teacher suddenly realized what had happened and almost panicked at the sight of the dismantled pieces: "Did you just dismantle it??"

Baisha: "Isn't that obvious?"

The teacher slammed the desk, tears in his eyes: "How am I supposed to explain this to the military museum!"

He had borrowed the part "intact" from the museum, only to return it in pieces, forcing the museum to find a professional mech engineer to restore it—this was nothing short of a set-up!

"Don't worry, you asked me to figure out its internal structure, not just disassemble it. I understand. I'm looking for the interface for the holographic projection screen, wondering if I can connect it to my light computer..."

Baisha was accustomed to using professional software on her light computer for work. She simply wanted to project the screen, allowing everyone to see her drawing and modeling process more clearly.

With a "click," the light computer connected to the port of the holographic projection screen.

Baisha moved her fingers, opening the software, and the enlarged light computer screen reflected in the teacher's somewhat dazed eyes.

She skillfully manipulated streams of light, building the structure from the ground up, starting from the shape of the outer shell. She intricately weaved the structure, detailing the position of internal parts, the flow of energy, and the transmission of power—from exterior to interior, rigorous, precise, impeccable!

"Done," Baisha suddenly stopped, which seemed like a sudden signal to everyone that this dreamlike performance could end, "This is as far as I can go."

The teacher looked up in realization, noticing only ten minutes had passed—it felt as long as several hours.

"If I continue, I would have to unlock some technologies that shouldn't be disclosed. According to federal law, I don't have a mech engineer's license. Unlocking the core technology of a mech in such an informal research setting could land me in jail," Baisha sighed. The federation's technology embargo period was sixty years, and she really couldn't delve further, "However, I can discuss the design highlights and material properties of this batch of mechs with everyone. Many have already been improved and are topics that can be openly discussed..."

Baisha seemed invigorated, taking over the teacher's role at the podium, speaking eloquently.

Yaning and Jingyi, sitting below: "…"

Yaning, looking troubled, leaned over to Jingyi and whispered, "Should we remind her? It looks like she's getting a bit carried away with dismantling the mech."

Normally, Baisha wouldn't display such a strong desire to perform. But Yaning knew her too well—today was her first real attempt at dismantling a mech. Although she didn't outwardly show it, her emotional state was undeniably one of excitement.

Jingyi responded, "Let it be. Don't interfere unnecessarily."

Yaning was about to say more when he suddenly noticed a figure seated in the first row of the classroom—their Basic Mechanics teacher! The teacher was intently listening to Baisha's explanation, even taking notes.

Yaning: "…"

Well, it seems Baisha really won't have to attend this class anymore.

As Baisha taught from the podium, the students below were lost in confusion. In their minds echoed:

Ah, Baisha has dismantled the mech cannon.

Ah, Baisha has really figured out the structure of the mech cannon.

…So she really can do it!!

They looked at Baisha with astonished eyes, as if she were some kind of alien creature or a hidden master of mech engineering.

Anyway, the only ones seriously discussing the topic during the entire class were Baisha and the knowledge-thirsty teacher.

Until the bell for the end of the class rang, the teacher, still not satisfied, swept all the scattered parts into a box and headed to the teacher's office with the mech cannon and Baisha.

"Baisha hasn’t reassembled the mech cannon yet! I wanted to see that."

"Suddenly realizing mech engineers can be quite impressive…"

"Mech engineers aren't bad either, okay?"

The students finally regained their energy, discussing animatedly among themselves, their faces alight with excitement.

Only Parfen looked exceptionally upset, deliberately approaching Jingyi as she left, her face pale as she said:

"Did you guys not know she could repair mechs?"

"We knew, but not in detail," Yaning replied mercilessly. "What's it to you?"

"It's none of my business, but it concerns you," Parfen said, staring at them intently. "You've seen her talent. Who would believe she lacks it? But Lanslo Star doesn't have the resources to cultivate mech engineers."

"They will test her psychic power. Baisha might go to Lodeng Star, or even get pre-enrolled by the military district and directly enter a military academy," Parfen said, biting her lip. "She might transfer schools, possibly leave you all, and never return to Lanslo Star—don't you have any thoughts about that?"