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Only after hearing Bai Ke's description did Xia Mang slowly understand.

So it turned out that Bai Ke was the student of the former class teacher of the Special classes, Huang Chengguang. After the latter retired, he was originally going to recommend Bai Ke to take over his class.

However, he did not expect Ye Zhongliang to directly snatch this position due to having connections from a backer.

Originally, Bai Ke thought that the higher the Special classes, the better it was. However, all of his actions in the past few years had filled the entire class with a miasma.

Xia Mang was also deeply impressed by this.

At that time, he treated all the students equally, so the atmosphere in the Special classes was harmonious. Even a young master like Yun Hai did not dare act unscrupulously, and the thoughts of the students were far less complicated than it had been in the past, so the discrimination towards the class was not that serious.

Unfortunately, all of these things changed with Ye Zhongliang's arrival.

Right now, it was more appropriate to change the name of Special classes to Second Generation Class.

Why?

Because the class teacher was from the second generation, the students were from the second generation as well.

Including Long Junxuan who was a good student from before, they had all slowly evolved into rich and young kids, because if they did not display a proper posture, they would be pummeled by others.

But the difficulty of Bai Ke's request was too great, Xia Mang did not have much confidence in it, he could not possibly ask Tian Feiying to do something if she had nothing to do right?

Bai Ke knew his concerns, and said: "At that time, the academy will definitely not allow you to stay in the normal class, you just need to mention the idea of changing class teachers."

"Of course, it's fine if you don't succeed. Just try your best."

Xia Mang muttered to himself for a moment, "Alright, Teacher Bai, I can only try my best in this matter."

"Alright."

After the two of them had reached an agreement with each other, it was time for the Mecha Department to begin their examination.

That day, Xia Mang woke up early and went to the examination hall after washing up — Anhuang City Mecha Master Association's office.

Although it was still dawn, the hall was already filled to the brim with people.

The Mecha Pilot exam was a hot topic. Although everyone knew the passing rate was low, they were still willing to work hard for it.

The pitiful thing was that Xia Mang couldn't find a suitable place to stay for a long time. He really didn't know why this group of people were squeezed to such an extent, it was like playing basketball with their cards placed on top.

He had to go to the men's room and wait for a long time until the door of the cubicle opened. Then, as if he was looking at a blessed spot, he rushed in at full speed, closing the door behind him and leaning against the wall, feeling relieved. Luckily, the toilet here used the advanced air circulation system.

Compared to the outside world, it was simply a quiet personal space. There was a door, a wall, and also … Xiang!

That's right, the only problem was that the person in front did not have any quality. He went to the toilet and did not soar. Didn't he know that the toilet did not have an automatic flush induction device?

Xia Mang forced himself not to feel disgusted. He pinched his nose and pressed down on the water valve, immediately feeling that the entire world had cleared up. Thus, with a pure heart and a clear soul, he entered a quiet world of study, all the way until … There was a sharp knock on the door.

The person outside shouted in exasperation: "How come you've been constipated for so long? Did you get yourself into the cave?"

Fortunately, the door to the toilet was looking forward to it. The quality was very good. No matter how he knocked, it wouldn't break.

Xia Mang then continued to stay in the room and walk his own path. No, he would squat down in his own bathroom and let others talk about it.

After a while, Long Junxuan and the others sent a letter.

Xia Mang accepted all of these blessings, hoping that these blessings would envelop him and turn him into the halo of the legends, pulling him down like rotten weeds, and allowing him to achieve victory with all his might.

Open the queue system for the official website of the exam.

Today was an interview, so anyone called by the examiner could be found on the internet.

Seeing that it was still a little far from him, Xia Mang felt at ease and started reading again.

If anyone could stand in the toilet and read for hours, he would be called a lunatic.

But right now, Xia Mang was willing to be a lunatic.

Why?

Because you can't even stand still outside. You have to be content, don't you?

Finally, seeing that there were only ten more numbers to go until his turn, Xia Mang finally pushed open the door and walked out. Under the murderous gazes of his male compatriots, his thick skin reflected back, as he ignored them.

When they arrived at the main hall, some of the examinees were still holding their breath. One of them asked the examiner what questions he had, while the other recounted the questions in a flurry of spittle.

had always felt bored by this situation.

If the examiners' questions were unchanging, would they still allow you to communicate?

His brain didn't have to be on the edge of the blade, it was all wasted on this useless bullsh * t.

No wonder he couldn't pass the exam.

he thought complacently.

Inexplicably, Xia Mang actually found a sense of superiority from these people. He felt that he did not waste his time, at least, he was in the toilet, and had overcome the effects of all these factors. He had been reading books for a whole few hours!

Such a precious spirit, even if it wasn't as good as stealing all the stones off the wall, at least it would be comparable to a bag full of sparkling snow.

Perhaps after many years, when he would become famous, there would be another story in the future that would be called — reading in the toilet!

As he thought about this, he squeezed his way to the door of Interview Hall # 10, waiting quietly for the moment he would enter the battlefield.

"Sigh."

One by one, they dejectedly walked out. The people behind them were affected by their mood and followed after them. In the end, they dejectedly ended their interview.

Xia Mang did his best. No matter how others sighed, he just chewed his gum.

Chewing on a piece of gum would not only eliminate any interference, but also allow for a fresh breath. Maybe when the examiner smelled it later during the interview, he would even happily say, "Fresh breath, let's get closer."

He then happily made a tick on the column that he passed.

What a good, wise decision.

Therefore, with the worship of his IQ, Xia Mang spat out the chewing gum and anxiously walked through the door of the interview hall. Behind the interviewer's desk.

Wang Xianlin, Zhang Hantao, Huang Da and other mecha experts were sitting upright.

Huang Da laughed and said, "It seems that none of us are in the mood today. Out of three questions, there aren't many who can answer one."

Wang Xianlin looked at the information in his hands. "Interesting. This time it's a 17 year old boy. The information shows that he's still in high school. Looks like our Mecha Master Exam is progressing to a very young age."

"Haha, they're here. Get ready to start."

Zhang Hantao laughed twice and reminded his companions … Xia Mang sat upright on the chair, his chest heaving intensely, showing his extremely nervous emotions.

The moment he entered, he discovered that all contact between the identity chip and the outside world had been cut. This meant that any possibility of cheating was eliminated.

"Haha, don't be nervous, little kid. You're today's 1700th examinee. There were only eleven people who could answer a single question, so it won't be long before it's over."

It was indeed hard to tell if Huang Da's words were to tell the interviewer to relax or to become more nervous.

However, Xia Mang felt a sense of rebellion, he liked to challenge, so he was eager to try the test question that was about to come.

Wang Xiulin, who had been looking at the questions asked, finally spoke. "The first question is, what kind of power system does mainstream mechs use these days?" What's the principle behind it? "

When this question was asked, the organizers all pursed their lips and smiled.

For a professional mecha pilot, this was basic knowledge. But for a group of theoretical experts who hadn't gone through practice and practice, it wasn't that simple.

As it involved the internal structure of the mecha, and also the principle of energy conversion, the descriptions in the books were extremely scattered. If it wasn't for the fact that one had a deep understanding of information, it would be very difficult to respond quickly.

Not to mention this only high school student with yellow hair.

But unexpectedly, Xia Mang only thought for a bit before blurting out, "Currently, the mecha mainly uses a self-circulating power system. As the name implies, the self-circulating power system uses a series of interlocking mechanisms such as a filter, reaction tank, and generator to circulate the energy within the machine frame independently. The reaction principle depends on the different analytic formulas of the different energy source crystals.

"All in all, the advantage of a self-circulating system is that it can minimize energy consumption and greatly increase endurance."

After hearing his answer, the experts looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

However, none of them showed any expression. Wang Xianling continued to ask another question, "A simple sentence summarizes the necessity of the birth of a first generation mecha."

This question was even more tricky than the first. It could be said that many mecha pilots paid very little attention to it.

This was because it was a phrase that had only been mentioned in a limited number of classrooms. One had to read carefully to understand it.

Unexpectedly, no matter how partial the knowledge was, it still wouldn't be difficult for Xia Mang.

It didn't take him long to extract his memories. He answered confidently, "That is, the effectiveness of artificial muscles is greater than that of mechanical engines."

"This …"

Finally, Huang Da, Wang Xianlin, and Zhang Hantao were shocked.

Putting aside the fact that this seventeen year old child was the first to pass the two trials today, the most abnormal thing was that he was still a high school student.

What kind of memory did he need to eat as much professional books as possible?

Seeing the expressions of the few examiners, Xia Mang became complacent. He knew that he answered the question correctly again, but he still had one last question, and only after answering could he be considered to have succeeded in the real sense.