Hurry Up and Become My Disciple!

Xilin recalled the scene of Mo Heng assembling parts at the Train Station, the force of each finger, the angle of connection, the accuracy...

After glancing at the pile of parts he had chosen, Xilin's gaze barely moved, fixed on the parts in his hands. Although his vision hardly shifted, Xilin could always immediately reach for the correct part needed for the next step of assembly.

Initially, Xilin's speed was relatively slow, but after becoming familiar with that kind of finger control and estimating assembly precision, Xilin's hands began to move faster.

Mo Heng watched Xilin's assembly movements in the office, trembling with excitement. He stood up from his chair, magnified the screen, and watched the artistic assembly on the screen.

As time went on, Xilin's assembly speed increased, and his precision not only didn't decrease but even showed a tendency to rise. Mo Heng stared intently at the screen and said to the computer, "Analyze comprehensive precision."

"Scanning... Comprehensive precision reaches theoretical value 97%."

"Comprehensive precision reaches theoretical value 98%."

"Comprehensive precision reaches theoretical value 99%."

"Comprehensive precision reaches theoretical value 99.2%."

"Comprehensive precision reaches theoretical value 99.3%."

"Comprehensive precision reaches theoretical value 99.5%."

Finally, the comprehensive precision reached 99.95% of the theoretical value. Every subsequent step achieved 99.95%, regardless of whether Xilin was assembling one part or several parts simultaneously, the precision was 99.95%!

Comprehensive precision is calculated by inputting numerous parameters obtained from scanning into a technical Formula. The higher the comprehensive precision, the closer the assembler is to that legendary point.

In the workshop, Xilin assembled the pile of parts into sub-assemblies and components, and then Xilin performed the final assembly of the sub-assemblies and components. Without even needing to test the circuit's correctness, Mo Heng was certain that such an assembly would be flawless, absolutely a superior quality assembly!

At the ninth minute, Xilin finished the assembly and pressed a button on the assembly machine.

The half-arm-high machine, except for the base used for stability, the upper large portion began to unfold like petals, like a flower bud blooming, accompanied by crystal-like music, making one feel as if after a long wait, they slowly emerged from the darkness to greet the first ray of light.

Xilin finally understood why so many engineers were obsessed with these things. Looking at the completed machine, the raw joy in his heart was so moving.

Xilin sat cross-legged on the ground, staring intently at the machine in front of him amidst the flowing music, watching them unfold and fold, then bloom again, fold... like a cycle.

Xilin only snapped back to reality when Mo Heng opened the workshop door.

Mo Heng walked up to Xilin and sat down on the spot. "Xilin, do you know about the Golden Point?"

Xilin shook his head. Many topics in the first-year curriculum were not covered in depth, and Xilin hadn't encountered it in the related books he had read before.

"Many books don't mention the Golden Point because it only exists in the conversations of people in our circle. The correct parts, in the correct positions, achieving the most perfect assembly precision in the shortest amount of time – the point that satisfies these conditions is called the Golden Point."

As he spoke, Mo Heng showed Xilin the computer's calculation results from when Xilin was assembling.

Xilin looked at the final 99.95% and frowned. The precision hadn't improved in those final stages.

Mo Heng pointed to the final 99.95% and said, "When this number becomes 100%, you will reach the Golden Point. Xilin, you are very good. I can see you haven't had much contact with these things, but to reach 99.95% is much better than some teachers at Seven Luminaries."

"Did you reach the Golden Point, old man?" Xilin looked at Mo Heng.

Speaking of this, Mo Heng's tone suddenly became ancient.

"No, no one in the entire Galactic Alliance has reached it. We have been approaching the 'Golden Point', but no one has reached it. Some people say the Golden Point is just a theoretical limit, impossible to reach, but I have always believed that the Golden Point can be reached!"

Xilin lowered his head, looking at the mechanical device in front of him that was still blooming and closing, and quietly listened to Mo Heng's narration. There were many things that couldn't be learned from books.

After Mo Heng said some things about the Golden Point, he continued to sigh, "I am old, my heart is willing but my strength is insufficient. Even if I know what to pay attention to during assembly, and where improvements can be made, my hand speed and control are not at the state I envisioned."

Mo Heng patted his knees with his hands down, sighing as if to vent all the regrets in his heart. He glanced at Xilin, who was still with his head down—this brat actually had no reaction!...

"Come on!"

Mo Heng sighed again, with more sadness of a hero in his twilight years, "I cannot touch higher points in this life. The most heartbreaking and helpless thing is to have no successor. My son chose to join the army, and the students I taught when I was a teacher early on were not particularly satisfactory. Unlike some old guys in the alliance who were lucky enough to meet good apprentices, alas, this is fate! If only I had met someone as talented as you earlier."

Mo Heng sighed verbally, his eyes glancing at Xilin. The latter still had his head down, not saying a word, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly. Mo Heng cursed inwardly.

This little bastard, I've said it so clearly, can't you show some reaction? Logically, shouldn't you be excitedly recommending yourself?! You don't even cherish such a good opportunity, why are you so stupid! So stupid! Blockhead!

It seemed that old Mr. Mo forgot that he had just praised the blockhead he was talking about.

Seeing that Xilin was as silent as a stone, Mo Heng got angry.

"Can't you show some reaction, you brat?!"

Xilin found it amusing. Mo Heng's expression of "hurry up and become my disciple" and his occasional intense gazes made it difficult for Xilin not to know Mo Heng's intentions. However, as a Hunter, his time at Seven Luminaries would not be long. He would leave as soon as the mission was over. Daon Si Xilin would disappear from everyone's sight. What would happen then?

"Um, there are so many Special Recruits..."

"Don't mention Special Recruits to me! Those who don't meet my requirements are under other tutors, and their direct tutor is not me."

Under Mo Heng's intense gaze, Xilin rubbed his forehead and said, "I don't understand a lot of professional knowledge, and since I've chosen so many courses, I also need to get the Credits. I don't have much extra time..."

Before Xilin could finish, Mo Heng waved his hand, "Those courses are just formalities, not very practical. Taking those classes is purely a waste of time! I'll just give you the Credits directly. I don't think those Grand Tutors would dare to say anything!"

Xilin felt a bead of sweat. Vice Principal Mo, please don't say these words outside, otherwise, the teachers and students of Seven Luminaries will resent you.

"How about it? Are you going to be my disciple or not?!"

Seeing Mo Heng's eyebrows starting to stand up, Xilin considered for a moment and finally said, "How about this, I'll be an Intern under you first, and then you can decide if you're satisfied with my performance. What do you think?"

"No need for an Intern or anything, it sounds unpleasant. Just a Research Assistant."

"Okay, if you say Research Assistant, then Research Assistant."

Xilin didn't know that for many people like Mo Heng, a Research Assistant was equivalent to an apprentice. So, without Xilin's knowledge, Mo Heng directly equated Research Assistant with apprentice.

Mo Heng was happy and pinched Xilin's face, saying, "With me, the head of the Research Department, personally teaching you, what else are you not satisfied with?! You brat are getting a bargain and still complaining!"

"Yes, yes, I'm complaining, I'm complaining." Xilin let Mo Heng shake his face from side to side. Alas, why does this old man like to pinch people's faces? They're almost swollen.

Xilin didn't know that Mo Heng's son, that General of the Galactic Alliance army, had a "baby face" until he entered the advanced military academy at the age of fifteen.

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