First Woman Alpha

The man didn't introduce himself from the beginning to the end. He left Cen Zhao at the door of a room that looked like an office, and said, "You have the authority to open the door, just go in. The person inside is responsible for taking you for two months." He stepped on a skateboard and swayed and disappeared.

Cen Zhao hesitated for two seconds, feeling that even if he had the authority to open the door, he would not be able to open the door and go in directly.

The people at the door didn't respond.

Cen Zhao knocked again.

This time she waited a little longer, but there was still no response inside.

Is there really anyone in there?

Just as Cen Zhao was about to increase her strength to knock again, she suddenly thought that in case the people inside were studying something, it didn't seem good for her to knock on the door like this.

After a period of study, she can barely count as a researcher. If someone knocks on the door to interrupt her while she is doing serious calculations, she may feel irritable and want to beat them up. Think about it, if the teacher inside is working hard , her knocking like this is not polite but disturbing.

So that person just said "just go in directly"?

Cen Zhao stood at the door and adjusted his breathing, stretched out his hand and pushed the door.

Qiqi made a series of very light sounds similar to decrypting sound effects, and the door opened in response.

A strong smell of engine oil rushed to his face, making Cen Zhao feel a little suffocated, and took two steps back abruptly, covering his mouth and nose.

Inside the door, a large number of mechanical parts were discarded in a disorderly manner, and stains and oil stains could be seen everywhere on the ground. It didn't look like a research laboratory, but a repair shop.

After he finally got used to the smell, Cen Zhao slowed down his breathing to avoid being fainted. He walked carefully through the door, looking for a place to rest his feet among the parts on the floor. His eyes wandered in the cluttered room, looking for the shadow of a living person.

This room is unbelievably large. The height of the floor is seven or eight meters. The area cannot be estimated because there are too many sundries blocking the line of sight, but it seems to be four or five hundred square meters at least.

It seemed that no one knocked on the door before, not because they were obsessed with research, but they were too far away to hear it.

After walking for a long time, Cen Zhao vaguely heard a movement diagonally ahead, and then slowly moved over there.

After getting closer, she found that it was the sound of parts colliding with each other. A thin figure was pushing a large part that was half a person's height and collided with another large part. It didn't look like an experiment, but it seemed to be using the help of Site and existing conditions to exercise.

"…Hello?"

Cen Zhao didn't dare to get too close, and shouted from a distance.

The thin figure paused and turned to look at her.

Cen Zhao was surprised to find that it turned out to be a very beautiful young woman, but her skin was pale and her complexion was not very healthy, so she looked sickly.

The woman looked at her fixedly, and walked towards her after a few seconds. When there was a block, she simply kicked away. The movements were skillful, and at first glance, she was used to it.

After a while, the two were less than two meters apart.

Looking at her from a close distance, she looks even more beautiful. Her hair is slightly red, and her length is just shoulder-length. It is messy and curly. Her eyes are very clear, and the pupil color is lighter than normal. The feeling of being seen through.

Cen Zhao subconsciously held his breath.

"Who are you?"

Cen Zhao stood at attention: "I'm Cen Zhao, a student of Qingyun College's major mechanical major. I signed up for a vacation internship. Someone just brought me over and said that the teacher in charge of me is here."

"Cen Zhao?" The woman seemed to remember something, "Oh yes, I seem to have heard of this name just now... A student of Qingyun College? How long have you been studying in the school?"

Cen Zhao told the truth: "It's less than three months."

"Huh? Oh, that's not too short." The woman didn't seem to care about her study time, she raised her hand to scratch her hair, and pointed to the side, "Will that be taken apart?"

Cen Zhao looked in the direction she was pointing, and found that there was a machine that had been dismantled in half, and it was completely impossible to see what it was used for when it was complete.

"I haven't seen it, but I can try it."

The woman nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, then you can dismantle it, and come find me after all the dismantling."

After turning around, he walked back, kicked all the way, and quickly returned to the position just now to continue what he just did.

Cen Zhao stood there a little bewildered.

What is this teacher's surname, what does she do, and she doesn't know anything, so did she just start her internship?

Then what should I do when I need to eat later, and when I need to sleep at night?

After thinking for a while, Cen Zhao felt that it was more important to complete the task first, so he walked towards the machine.

Although she guessed that the parts all over the floor were "kicked" by the teacher, she didn't dare to kick all the way to it, but searched for an empty space like dancing ballet, and it took her a while to move to the machine. superior.

After emptying the machine and walking around the machine a few times, Cen Zhao was just about to start when he found that he had no tools at all. Looking around, he didn't see even a screwdriver except for the parts.

Looking at the teacher's hand again, there is also no shadow of the tool.

Could it be that the teacher planned to let her dismantle the machine with her bare hands? ?

Cen Zhao sighed with a toothache, turned his head to rummage through the pile of parts, barely found a few parts that could temporarily serve as tools, and started working.

The structure of this machine is not difficult, and it can be scanned in seven or seven. It didn't take long for Cen Zhao to disassemble it. The parts were piled up on the ground, and only the last few parts that could not be disassembled were left there. .

"Teacher!" Cen Zhao waved in the direction of the woman, "I'm done!"

The woman waved her hand without looking back: "Put it back together! The parts are all around, you can put it all together!"

Cen Zhao: "...Ah?"

The woman doesn't care about her anymore.

Cen Zhao rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, wrinkled his nose, turned around and started to work.

The parts that were removed just now have seven or seven scan records, so they are not difficult to install. Just put them back together as they are. The problem was that before she removed the machine, half of the machine had been disassembled, and the surrounding parts were piled up again. It's a mess, how does she know which is it, which is the other, and where should those parts be?

Cen Zhao worked hard and didn't notice the woman approaching. An hour later, she reluctantly made a machine that looked like that. Just as she was about to let Qiqi scan and calculate, she heard someone say from behind: "Do you think you Is it correct?"

Startled by the sudden sound, Cen Zhao turned his head sharply, and saw the woman standing behind her at some point, those light brown eyes staring at her, giving her the illusion of being targeted by a predator.

"...not quite right."

"Then what do you think the problem might be?"

Cen Zhao raised his finger and pointed to two places: "These two places are very far-fetched, and I feel that they must be wrong."

The woman nodded, glanced around, and finally settled on Cen Zhao's hands: "Do you use them as tools?"

Cen Zhao looked down at the two small parts in his hand: "Yes... Huh?"

She was stunned for two seconds, picked up one of the pieces and took a closer look, then removed the anomaly that she pointed at just now, and put it on...

"Card", it fits perfectly.

Cen Zhao: "...Ah."

The woman said emotionally: "You have to learn to use tools."

Cen Zhao looked at her with a dull face.

The woman took out a long metal stick out of nowhere, and clicked on the machine that Cen Zhao had just made.

"Although you have put together these places, the fit is too low. If the machine is running, it will wear out excessively and cause the machine to fail in less than one-third of its lifespan."

Cen Zhao shook his wrist, reminding Qiqi to write it down quickly.

The metal long stick landed on top of her head in the next moment, with little strength, but enough to make her froze.

"Remember with your brain, don't rely too much on portable intelligence. Although it is a good thing, you have to learn to abandon it."

Cen Zhao glanced at him, and sure enough, he didn't see an outsider's wristwatch-like portable intelligence on the woman's wrist, and the body didn't seem to be dressed up.

"Good teacher."

"I'll give you another assignment. This machine, disassemble it again, don't use tools, and reassemble it after disassembly. When you are satisfied, you can call me again."

"...good teacher."

The woman is gone again, returning to the previous position to continue the "movement".

Glancing at her direction, Cen Zhao took a deep breath and began to do his homework seriously.

Although I don't know what this disassembly and assembly is for, it is always beneficial.

People in the machinery manufacturing industry, if they don't even know the machinery itself, how can they make it? Repeated disassembly is probably the most intuitive way to understand a machine.

Perhaps this is the starting point of the teacher.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot to disassemble the parts, Cen Zhao was very difficult to disassemble at first. After all, the teacher didn't let her use tools, and she also planned to use other parts instead of tools. The disassembly was purely by hand, and it was very troublesome to disassemble, especially the joints. Where the screws were, it was a challenge to her hands. She tried countless ways to take them apart.

Take it apart and put it back together, put it back together and take it apart...

A machine was tossed back and forth several times in Cen Zhao's hands, and it was not known how long it took before Cen Zhao finally felt that the spelled things could be crossed.

When he turned his head, the teacher was gone.

"…teacher?"

In the distance, a woman's voice came over.

"There is an energy block in the box next to it, put it in and start it."

Cen Zhao searched for a long time and found half a box of energy blocks, took out one and put it into the machine's energy storage compartment, and then pressed the start button.

The running light comes on and the machine starts up smoothly.

Cen Zhao had a happy expression on his face and watched the machine start to run. After a while, a percentage data was displayed on the display board.

"84%? What do you mean?"

"It means that your disassembly score is only 84 points." The woman kicked the parts all the way and walked over. "Compared to the last Qingyun student who came to my internship, you are a little far behind. He got 90 points."

Is six points a bit far?

Cen Zhao was a little puzzled and asked.

"Mechanical disassembly and assembly skills are 80 points, 85 points are excellent, 85 points and above, each point represents a lot of practice, if you can get 90 points after your internship, I will give you your internship score. To be excellent, less than ninety, only good, understand?"

"…clear."