Brian Walker, as a researcher, has one outstanding trait: once she gets serious, she will persistently and unwaveringly work hard.

Peter Thompson chuckled—it was he who had underestimated Brian Walker's confidence.

“Teacher, I once had the fortune to watch a student competition among the five major military academies up close. Those people…” Peter Thompson shook his head. “‘Heaven’s chosen ones’—that phrase was tailor-made for them.”

Brian Walker pouted, “I’m a heaven’s chosen one too.” Just one raised by nature, and who picks up trash.

Peter Thompson: “Alright, you’re amazing. Go to bed early.”

After Brian Walker closed the door to rest, Peter Thompson went back to the bedroom to whisper with his wife.

“From now on, make more food. I suspect Brian Walker has never really eaten her fill.”

“Little Wei hasn’t eaten enough?” The teacher’s wife sat up in bed. “What’s going on?”

Peter Thompson sighed, “I’ve noticed her body hasn’t kept up with her nutrition. Today, during the mecha practical, she fainted as soon as she got in. She could only move after eating a full meal.”

The first time the brain interfaces with the mecha controller, it consumes a huge amount of mental perception, so it’s basically impossible to control a mecha above one’s level. As soon as someone gets in, they’ll experience what happened to Brian Walker today—fainting. In severe cases, it can even damage the mind.

That’s why, when Peter Thompson saw Brian Walker collapse, his face immediately turned grim. He thought Brian Walker’s perception was too low.

But now, it’s clear it was simply a lack of physical energy supply.

The teacher’s wife said with heartache, “No wonder Little Wei is so thin, and she never told me.”

“She usually eats a lot, but neither of us realized.”

Brian Walker didn’t know what they discussed, but starting the next day, the amount of food at every meal noticeably increased. The teacher’s wife often stuffed snacks for her to carry around, and on top of that, Edward Harris Sr. would bring offerings every few days. No, wait—he was asking her to help eliminate his “sins.”

So, in this graduation year, Brian Walker lived quite comfortably. The frequency of dizziness started to decrease, she put on a bit of weight, and finally looked more like a normal teenager—not so scarily thin.

“How did you do that move yesterday?” Edward Harris Sr. pushed a box of cake over, looking at Brian Walker ingratiatingly.

He was asking about how Brian Walker had used the mecha to cut a flower out of an A4 sheet of paper yesterday.

The B-class mechas at 3212 Academy were pretty average—old models, and because the school was poor, they couldn’t even afford energy for them. Students could only practice attack moves, and most of them couldn’t even control the mechas well.

Edward Harris Sr. originally had his own mecha, though it was just a display model. But with experience, plus being an A-level in perception, he could perform all the running and jumping moves with the mecha quite well.

Not long ago, he even made the mecha dance. The joint movements were so precise that even the teachers were amazed. No teacher at 3212 Academy could match that level of mecha control—after all, there were no A-level perception teachers at the academy.

But as for cutting a flower out of A4 paper, Edward Harris Sr. couldn’t do it—the mecha’s hands were too big, and the paper too thin.

“Just do it like that.” Brian Walker took a bite of cake. “Control the fingers, and keep your balance.”

Hearing this, Edward Harris Sr. pulled out another box of food from behind and placed it in front of Brian Walker.

Brian Walker opened it, took a look, and closed the box with satisfaction. “Alright, I’ll teach you next class.”

There was only one semester left. The top students from each class had all been picked out and regrouped into a new practical class, and they had a mecha to themselves.

Now, Brian Walker was in the same class as Edward Harris Sr..

“There are only a few months left until the perception test. Are you nervous?” Edward Harris Sr. asked Brian Walker.

“A little.” Brian Walker only had a rough idea about it.

Edward Harris Sr. thought for a moment and said seriously, “You’re better than me. You can control a combat mecha so quickly—you must be A-level.”

“Probably.”

The next day, after entering the mecha pod, Brian Walker turned on the optical computer to record a video, so Edward Harris Sr. outside could clearly see her movements. The control panel was complicated, with all sorts of button combinations that needed to be figured out on her own. She understood mecha operation better than others, so she learned faster.

“Did you see clearly?” Brian Walker asked after coming down.

“I saw it clearly.” Edward Harris Sr. didn’t rush to get in. Instead, he grabbed Brian Walker’s arm. “We should practice mecha combat.”

Brian Walker glanced at his hand, and only spoke after Edward Harris Sr. let go. “Combat means at least two mechas. We only have one mecha to take turns training with.”

Edward Harris Sr. nodded. “I know. Can you modify my family’s mecha and bring it to school for combat training?”

Brian Walker clicked her tongue. “You think that highly of me?”

Edward Harris Sr. steeled himself. “As long as you can do it, I’ll agree to any condition you name.”

Edward Harris Sr.’s uncle lives on the main planet and often brags to his dad during calls about his own child’s training at school and such. He used to find it annoying, but later realized he could get some information from his uncle.

His family is considered well-off on 3212 Star, but that’s only on 3212 Star—they can’t even afford to transfer to a school on the main planet. To study on a slightly bigger planet, you first have to pay a huge sum just to settle there, followed by a series of massive expenses. Edward Harris Sr. could only stay on 3212 Star.

Now, with graduation approaching, Edward Harris Sr. was definitely going to one of the five major military academies, but he hadn’t taken many of the courses offered on the main planet. His parents were very anxious.

“If you want a complete overhaul, I’ll need to dismantle a mecha.” Brian Walker nodded at the mecha in front of her with her chin.