Genius Pilot

"Dr. Tian."

The deputy commander of the mecha unit beside him hesitated before saying, "Actually, when we were selecting the pilots for ' Divine Mech Six,' your son, Taotie Clam, had outstanding results."

Upon hearing this, Taotie Mitian turned his head slightly. This man exuded an air of authority without anger, his brows always bearing a dignified air. "And then?"

The deputy commander, surnamed Zhao, paused slightly.

The Dr. Tian he mentioned is Clam's father, Taotie Mitian.

Taotie Mitian's rank within the mecha unit is not the highest; it's almost a nominal one.

However, Taotie Mitian's position is unshakeable. Even on an international scale, Dr. Tian is a pinnacle in mecha design. He is a super god who sits in the military.

With him around, China's leading position in the development of combat mechs is not a dream, but a reality harder than titanium alloy.

Deputy Commander Zhao hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Actually, I personally believe that Gala is fully qualified to be a trainee pilot. His reaction speed is 9.4, his operational accuracy is 9.6, and his synchronization rate with the ' Divine Machine ' mechanism has reached 93%... and these are his achievements before he underwent professional training."

"No need to say anything more."

But Taotie Mitian frowned slightly, "Taotie Clam, he's no good."

Deputy Commander Zhao was still unwilling to give up, and suddenly laughed, "Dr. Tian, are you afraid of the gossip outside, saying that you are abusing your position... Actually, you don't need to worry about that. I'm not the only one who approves of the Taotie Clam."

I'm not afraid of those gossips, and I never even listen to them.

Taotie Mitian, hands behind his back, said, "When I do things, I only pursue the highest efficiency and the greatest success rate. Clam's data is indeed quite good, better than the average young person."

"But only 'some'."

Taotie Mitian looked ahead, "Commander Zhao, you must understand, the project we're working on now is ' Divine Mech Six '. Thirty years of development, the previous five generations of aircraft, have all been laying the groundwork for ' Divine Mech Six '. I've said it more than once: ' Divine Mech Six ' is my only dream. I want to use ' Divine Mech Six ' to establish a position for China, a position that all other countries, upon just one glance, will shrink back in fear and instinctively back down!"

"Mechs are certainly important."

"But the driver is even more important!"

"At least 70% of a mech's performance is determined by its pilot!"

Taotie Mitian said with a solemn expression, "None of Clam's data points are at 100%. Opportunity waits for no one, and we don't have time to let Clam grow. Therefore, in my eyes, he is not qualified to be the pilot of ' Divine Mech Six '!"

"And..."

Taotie Mitian paused slightly, recalling the image of his son in his mind.

As a child, I was frail and sickly, and it wasn't until I was six years old that I could speak a complete sentence.

Moreover, he is very cowardly. He is unwilling to get up if he falls down. Even if his knees are just red and swollen, he will sit on the ground and cry as if the sky has fallen. He will not get up on his own unless someone helps him.

As he grew up, he became a chubby boy, and his weight remained at 175% of the standard for his age.

He failed all of his physical education classes.

Moreover, I don't know when it started, but this kid became obsessed with games, and many times he would completely forget to eat and sleep.

Taotie Mitian had also considered training him, but ultimately gave up.

It wasn't that he disliked his son, but rather that he felt the child wouldn't amount to anything, would lead a mediocre life, live a comfortable but uneventful existence, and die peacefully in his old age—a life more suited to him!

now.

Taotie Mitian sighed softly, "Clam lacks willpower and self-control, and can't handle too much pressure. The role of a mecha pilot involves countless unknown risks and unimaginable mission pressures. If Clam takes on this role... she'll mess things up."

"And."

Taotie Mitian looked into the distance, where a spirited young man stood, well-proportioned and handsome. He wore a blue mecha combat suit that encapsulated cutting-edge high technology, and in the instant Taotie Mitian saw him, he gave a standard military salute.

"And."

We have better candidates.

Taotie Mitian looked at the young man, "You Long, he's also 18 years old, but two of his indicators have reached 100%, and the third indicator has exceeded the system's preset value, reaching 100.3%! Only someone like him is worthy of being called ' Divine Mech Six '!"

now.

Deputy Commander Zhao was also looking at the boy You Long.

He had heard some rumors beforehand—this You Long was indeed highly skilled, but his character... seemed to have some issues.

And at this moment, You Long...

Their military salute was impeccable, their expressions resolute, and they were full of fighting spirit.

While looking at Dr. Tian, he was also looking behind him, where many young mecha pilots had come to observe.

You Long revealed a hint of disdain that was barely perceptible.

All of them were defeated opponents!

Every single one of them is completely unaware of their own limitations.

The data is appalling; how dare they come to observe it?

If I were you, I would have dug a hole and buried myself long ago!

You dream of becoming mecha pilots?! Do you even deserve it?!

However, to be fair, some of the female pilots are quite attractive. I slept with two who were 8 out of 10 in looks yesterday, and there are two 9s left. One of them has really big breasts, and the other has a really perky butt. After showing off my super strength in today's mech test, I should be able to easily win them over!

hehe.

I am the highly anticipated pilot of the Divine Mech Six.

It's your honor that the two of you can serve me at the same time!

You Long noticed Dr. Tian's gaze.

He immediately controlled his expression and regained his composed demeanor.

But his inner turmoil didn't stop.

And that Taotie Clam, relying on his father being Dr. Tian, dares to swagger in front of me?

This kind of brainless fatso is the easiest to deal with!

They actually still consider me a friend?

Before the test, I gave him a gift—just a bottle of drink laced with a nerve-slowing agent—and that fatso was eliminated immediately. Now he's too ashamed to even come and watch!

However, on the other hand...

That fat guy's mecha talent is truly exceptional.

Even with the use of neurasthenia retardants, how can these three values still exceed 90%?

But what can you do about it?

His intelligence is worrying!