Future Mecha: the Seventh Era

The young man's blood seemed to be boiling hot, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with him here. Li Shuo looked at the pile of new recruits in the square. The basic training was terrible, and the connection between mental power and mecha was a mess. "Get started! Bring your brains! As for your hands, your mental power control model is terrible!" The recruit was sweating profusely, holding his knees with both hands, panting, looking at the young man standing on the mecha's shoulders, standing and talking without pain in his back, "You! Aren't you a recruit too!" Li Shuo glanced at him, "So I just passed." Li Shuo slowly sat on the mecha's shoulder, bent one leg, looking cool and handsome, "Oh, my back hurts when I sit!" Gan! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.