Lightning, which hadn't been maintained or debugged for a long time, was practically a scene of an accident vehicle.
All sorts of engine oil, gear oil, as soon as the drain plug was opened, the waste oil sprayed everywhere like a showerhead, splashing thick oil.
He couldn't even cover it with a sheet-sized cloth.
In the end, he could only stand still, letting all sorts of oil splash all over him.
Lightning shivered in the cockpit, her entire face as red as the leather suit she wore.
"S-sorry!"
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and she huddled in the cockpit, not knowing who she was speaking to.
Fortunately, the remaining work could also be completed with the robotic arm. After Su Li set up the program, he quickly ran to the cubicle to take a shower. The oil of Machine Girls is generally corrosive. If it adheres to the body surface for a long time, it will cause some damage to his skin.
After rinsing three times with a special neutralizing solution, he changed into a new set of work clothes and began to lie on the workbench, inspecting the equipment just removed from Lightning.
Several cleaning robots turned their chassis, holding neutralizing spray guns, "drip-dropping" as they cleaned the surrounding oil in the hangar. It was clear they were not in a good mood from being forced to work overtime. They could only interfere with Su Li's work by making "drip-drop" sounds with their mouths to achieve revenge.
But Su Li didn't even lift his head, placing the parts into the repair bay, and lying on the high-magnification electronic microscope, fine-tuning the sensor parameters.
What a waste! It was simply too much of a waste!
Having such high performance, yet being a pearl covered in dust, was truly unbearable. He honestly couldn't understand it; the Mecha technology in this world was so mature. Yet, the operational skill level of the Pilot was so bad it seemed like it was taught by a language teacher.
If it had been a physical education teacher, the skill level might have been much higher.
He made the most basic attempt today while piloting Lightning.
The configuration of the Machine Girls here was much higher than in his original world. There was no reason he could manipulate a Mecha to box there, but here he could only make her legs move straight forward synchronously.
In the major competitions broadcast on television, those Pilots would coordinate with the braking system when operating their Mecha.
It wasn't that this mode of operation was wrong. It's just that looking at it, most of it was just standard, with nothing particularly impressive. The high computing power of the Machine Girls was fully demonstrated, but the role of the Pilot was infinitely reduced.
Wasn't this a joke?
So what was the meaning of the Pilot's existence?
This kind of operation, this kind of Pilot, was simply a blasphemy against Machine Girls.
In many low-level competitions, Machine Girls couldn't even spread their legs and could only run forward with their legs parallel.
How could a good Machine Girl not be able to spread... not be able to move her legs?
Before he entered the Mecha Academy and came into contact with Machine Girls, he thought this kind of operation was due to fatal flaws in the Machine Girls themselves. But as he understood more deeply, he realized.
It wasn't that the Machine Girls had flaws. It was that the Pilots here had their brains squeezed by a door!
The war with the Zerg was always in a stalemate, likely because a large number of Machine Girls were fighting bloody battles on the front lines. Given how useless these things were, if they went to the battlefield, they would most likely be a hindrance.
"Master?"
Lightning's voice came from the hangar. She, whose routine maintenance was already halfway done, finally recovered her senses, blushing as she looked at Su Li adjusting the parts through the screen.
The current him, in her eyes, was simply a god-like existence.
Since he was a god, debugging parts and such would naturally not be a big problem.
"What's wrong? Do you feel anything unusual with your body?"
"No, much more comfortable. I feel very relaxed all over now."
Su Li glanced at the half-disassembled external armor and nodded in agreement. Of course, she felt relaxed; her clothes were almost off, how could she not feel relaxed?
Outside the hangar, a noisy sound came.
Shield's voice was the first to arrive.
Needless to say, she must have brought a bunch of her sisters to pick a fight.
Su Li frowned and straightened up from the workbench.
Sure enough, in just over ten seconds, seven or eight Machine Girls walked in aggressively.
The pink cowlick was like a vanguard, taking the lead in entering the hangar door.
"Pervert Su? Get out here!"
Su Li left the workbench, his brows furrowed into a 'river' shape. He really didn't have time to deal with this group of other people's Machine Girls right now. Just the various modules of Lightning, after targeted adjustments, would take a day and a night.
For him, who was experiencing a Machine Girl for the first time, not being able to start the Machine Girl for a day and a night was no different from taking his life.
"What exactly do you want? This hangar was assigned to me by the academy. Without my permission, no one can step foot in here. If you want to debug your unit, please make an appointment in advance and prepare double the previous payment. If you're not here to debug your unit, then turn right and leave. I'm busy right now! I don't have time to deal with you!"
Shield's just-entered steps paused, and she walked straight in with a dark face.
As soon as she entered, she saw Lightning in an unfolded state on the stand. The large R5 on her chest armor came into Shield's view. A light flashed in her eyes, the questioning expression on her small face froze, and the look in her eyes towards Su Li kept changing.
lightning r5.
She knew this senior.
One who had repeatedly failed since leaving the factory, a joke in the arena, a failure in the eyes of Pilots.
For a moment, she was somewhat stunned on the spot. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings, not knowing whether to be glad that this senior had finally contracted a Pilot and wouldn't be melted down, or to feel regret for her final choice.
She didn't understand why, when she clearly no longer had the need to stand in the arena, she chose to contract at the last moment before being melted down.
"What's wrong? Why are you standing at the door and not coming in?"
The voices of several Machine Girls came from behind. Shield lowered her head, her pink cowlick also drooped, and she reached out to block the small hangar door, as if speaking to Su Li and also to the others.
"Heh, I don't need you to debug me! Just a pervert, acting as if you're very important. Without you, the academy has plenty of maintenance teams. I don't even care for your skills!"
She heavily closed the hangar door.
A group of Machine Girls who were close to her surrounded her, looking at her inexplicably. They had come over with such a commotion, only to say one sentence? They already had their tools in hand, just waiting for a disagreement to smash the hangar!
"Just... this?"
"What else?! Could we beat him up?"
"But didn't you say a Machine Girl was tricked? Shouldn't we go in and explain it to that Machine Girl?"
Shield was stunned when she heard this, then smiled somewhat bitterly. She waved her hand at the sisters around her, her tone filled with helplessness: "Never mind, everyone has their own aspirations. Let's go, let's go check out the paint shop at the East Gate. I heard the boss said there are a lot of new paint jobs recently. Let's go check out the goods first."
A group of Machine Girls had strange expressions on their faces, wanting to say something, but seeing the strange expression on Shield's face, they swallowed their words back.
"Let's go then!"
Scattered brooms and mop handles were thrown at the hangar door.
A group of Machine Girls walked arm in arm in twos and threes towards the paint shop at the East Gate of the academy.