Gracefully taking off his sunglasses, this person was none other than Michael Bolton. He spoke slowly: “I think we’ve discovered a genius, a true genius.”

“If this investigation is accurate, this kid has never had any contact with mechas before, and according to the Skynet records, this is his first time coming to the intermediate zone.”

“Yeah, I’m also puzzled. Since he surpassed level five in the psychic system long ago, why is he only coming to the intermediate zone now?” Michael Bolton furrowed his thick brows and asked, “Harry, do you know the reason?”

“Maybe, because he’s poor.”

“Hm, what?”

“He’s only eighteen this year, with no record of earning money outside. The investigation report says his only source of income is pocket money from his parents.” Harry smiled like an old fox. “I also noticed, this time entering the intermediate zone, it was Schneider who paid for him.”

The zones above the intermediate zone are called the rich districts, and just entering for a day costs a hundred credit points. For a kid with no income, this is a real luxury.

Of course, for adults, a hundred credits a day isn’t an unbearable expense. However, half of people’s psychic levels can’t withstand the high flow and speed here, so even with money, they can’t get in.

Michael Bolton was slightly taken aback, and a simple smile appeared on his honest face: “Maybe, that’s the reason. Looks like we’ve really struck gold.”

“Yeah, I’ve already contacted the president.”

“What did he say?”

“Whatever it takes, bring this kid into our company.”

“Alright, I think we can give it a try.”

At the entrance, another person walked in. Harry smiled and said, “Look who’s here.”

“Harris? Oh, that old rascal.” Michael Bolton laughed. He and Harris had been old friends for many years.

“Wait, do you remember the investigation report just now?”

“What?”

“William Carter, studying at Karim Public Academy, among his electives is Human History…”

“Human History? Harris’s class?”

“Yeah, this is an opportunity.”

“That’s right, an opportunity.” Michael Bolton quickly stood up, his face full of smiles as he went to greet him.

……

“Look, just like this—half turn with a slanted S-shaped acceleration run. This is a level one difficulty combo move. Try it, it’s very simple.”

The tall mecha flexibly did a half turn, then performed a slanted S-shaped acceleration run.

“Yeah, that’s right, it does seem pretty simple.” William Carter said sincerely. After all, he wasn’t the one operating it, but it really didn’t look too complicated.

Schneider pressed his lips together. By now, no matter what move William Carter made, he was no longer surprised. Still, he vaguely remembered that it took him two years of practicing basic stances before he even started learning combo moves.

“Beep beep…”

A call request sounded in his ear. Schneider checked and quickly answered, saying, “Doctor, what is it?”

“Open the door, I’m coming in.”

Schneider was startled. Turning his head, he saw that Harris and Michael Bolton were already standing outside the training room. Each training room was a private space; without the owner’s permission, no one else could enter.

He opened the door, and Harris and Michael Bolton filed in. As soon as they entered, they each put on a helmet.

The next moment, two tall mechas appeared in front of William Carter. But these two mechas were clearly different from the one he was in.

Harris’s mecha was a five-meter-tall humanoid. Although it was only half the height of the training mecha, its agility was greatly enhanced. Similarly, Michael Bolton’s mecha was only seven meters tall.

They were both piloting privately modified mechas. For this type of mecha, heavy load wasn’t necessary; instead, agility was more desirable.

“Doctor, you’re here.” Schneider came up to greet him.

“Doctor.” William Carter called out curiously, surprised that Dr. Harris was also a mecha enthusiast.

Harris walked up to William Carter and said, “Kid, you actually made it into the intermediate zone. I really didn’t expect it. All this time, I’ve underestimated you.”

“Doctor, you flatter me.” William Carter said, a bit embarrassed.

“Your piloting just now wasn’t bad—the level one combo move was done very well, already no worse than Schneider.” Harris had just arrived, dragged into the training room by his old friend Michael Bolton, and had only seen one of William Carter’s moves.

“Thank you, Doctor. It was just a fluke.”

“Don’t be too modest, kid. How many years have you been learning?” Harris asked casually.

“Um…”

“Teacher, today is his first day learning.” Schneider said softly.

“Hm, what? Just… just started this year?” Harris turned and said, “Good kid, you’ve only been learning for half a year and you’re already practicing level one combo moves?”

He squatted down, and the five-meter-tall mecha looked even smaller in front of William Carter: “Don’t aim too high, master the basic stances first, have you?”

“I have, Doctor.”