[MTL]General, You've Lost Your Inhibitor!

Chapter 41: reason for betrayal

The simulated mecha does not require the operator to control the mecha with real mental power. The moment the operator sits in the mecha cabin of the simulated training room, the mecha cabin will scan the operator's data. According to the data at that time, the virtual control The operator is projected into the simulated training room to control the mecha.

Although he knew that testing this simulated mech would not consume a lot of energy and cause other problems, Gu Huan still did not intend to take advantage of him.

The other party obviously dug a hole for him, and it would be too stupid to just jump in like this.

"Thank you, Designer Fang, for your love."

Gu Huan looked at Fang Yuanqi coldly.

"But I can't test the mech yet."

Fang Yuanqi was happy to see Gu Huan make a fool of himself, when he heard such a sentence, his baby face collapsed.

"why?"

"Because the mecha designed for me must pass the review of the designer team in the regiment before it is eligible for me to test."

review? There is such a thing? Fang Yuanqi didn't want to pass that test at all.

No matter how low the level of those designers is, they must be people who understand mechas.

If they saw the parameters of this simulated mech, wouldn't they find that his value was set high?

"That..." Fang Yuanqi had a guilty conscience that he had manipulated his hands and feet for fear of being discovered, and his exaggerated movements suddenly shrunk a little, and he didn't dare to sit cross-legged on the chair and put his feet down.

Gu Huan ignored his hesitation and directly contacted his mech designer team through the optical brain.

To show his "respect" for this talent, he asked them to drop everything else and come to his office now.

So a few minutes later, several designers showed up in his office, asking.

"General, where is Fang Designer?"

Gu Huan gestured with his eyes to make them look aside.

The mecha designers turned their heads and saw the little dirty boy sitting on the chair, their mouths twitched.

Not so.

Although I already knew that mecha designers have no money, but I don't want to wander around.

The poor child.

In just one meeting, they cast caring glances at Fang Yuanqi.

Fang Yuanqi, who was stared at awkwardly by these elegant and neatly dressed mecha designers, felt that his current appearance might be funny, so he explained a little.

"I'm not an interstellar exile."

His mech design draft is very popular on the interstellar black market, making a lot of money, how could he go homeless.

But when he explained it, they didn't believe it either.

Fang Yuanqi temporarily gave up his defense on this matter.

"Then I'll go back and change my body first, and it won't be too late to tell you about the new mecha next time."

Knowing that someone wants to look at the data in advance, what else can he do.

It's better to change it early.

But he was ready to leave, but the others were not ready to let him go.