This time it was Schneider's move, but what was different was the timing.

"One minute and nineteen seconds..." Harris felt his heart pounding so fast it seemed like it would leap out of his throat at any moment. "Impossible, I must have seen it wrong, I must have..."

"Wow..."

The training room wasn't set to blackout mode, so every move inside could be seen from the outside.

While Harris was demonstrating the basic posture, he happened to be seen by two people passing by. They stopped, watching the performance inside, constantly giving their own commentary.

However, when William Carter started performing the first set of basic postures with the training mecha, their eyes couldn't look away. At the same time, one of them shouted loudly and without restraint on the public channel: "Standard, one minute twenty."

The next moment, the training camp exploded with excitement. Everyone who heard this rushed over, crowding around the room until it was packed tight.

More and more people gathered. When William Carter finished the third set of basic postures, with a final time of one minute and nineteen seconds, no one there could utter a word.

"Schneider, are you sure he only started learning to pilot mechas this year?"

"No, teacher, he didn't just start getting into mechas this year."

"Oh, really?" Seemingly relieved, Harris let out a long breath and said, "That's what I thought. In just over half a year, how could he be practicing level one difficulty? He must have practiced for at least a few hundred... Hmm, how old is he this year? Is he my student? Is he not even fifty yet?"

"He's eighteen this year."

"Eighteen, oh, such a prime age. Did he start learning to pilot mechas in the womb?"

"I don't know, but today—more precisely, four hours ago—was the first time he ever touched a mecha."

"Four... hours?"

Harris's eyes glazed over. He finally understood the look Michael Bolton and Schneider had given him earlier.

It was the look you give an idiot. He felt like he really had become an idiot.

Chapter 14: A Stunning Debut

"One minute and nineteen seconds? My god, did he come from the advanced zone?"

Moments later, a commotion erupted outside the door.

Some people even shouted excitedly, "Hey, inside! Open up, let us in!"

Schneider's expression changed. Just one look at the surging crowd outside was enough to know that opening the door now was absolutely out of the question.

Michael Bolton suddenly turned around, strode to the door, put away his mecha, and said over the public channel, "Disperse, don't disturb them, or you'll disgrace our training camp."

Seeing that it was Michael Bolton, one of the pillars of the training camp, the people outside started clamoring.

"Alright, I promise this friend will appear regularly in our training camp from now on. Of course, that's only if he isn't harassed excessively." Michael Bolton said sternly, "If you want to scare him off, then by all means, keep it up."

The effect was immediate. Soon, the crowd outside dispersed on their own. No one wanted to take responsibility if something really did happen—they'd regret it for sure.

However, these people were all skilled mecha pilots, not actors. So while they pretended to go about their business, in reality, their attention was fixed on this training room, sneaking glances whenever they could.

At the same time, more and more people started checking the training room's records, but to their disappointment, both the room creator and the people inside had chosen to remain anonymous. And with everyone wearing unmarked training mechas, it was impossible to see their faces.

Although four hours ago, Schneider had made a fool of himself in this room, no one cared, and no one could be sure if he had already left, so no one suspected him.

Outside, Harry picked up a virtual drink with a smile and took a gentle sip. It was the most famous black coffee from the Pegasus system. In the real world, this drink would cost more than diamonds, but in the virtual world, it was much cheaper. For him, enjoying a cup of black coffee with a similar taste here was one of life's great pleasures.

Tapping the table lightly, he felt a bit smug. Luckily, he had used his authority as training camp supervisor to delete the names of Schneider and his companion in advance. Otherwise, Schneider would definitely be in trouble now.

"Schneider, switch to blackout mode," Michael Bolton said.

"Alright."

The training room was suddenly engulfed in darkness, and the people outside could no longer see what was happening inside.

"Damn it..."

"Shit..."

Soon, low curses spread throughout the training camp, but everyone kept their distance.

"Fang... William Carter. Right?" Michael Bolton put on his friendliest smile and said to him, "If possible, could you take off that bulky thing?"