Chapter 28 Competition Rules
Chapter 28 Competition Rules
If Chen Bo remembers correctly, Kavi is still in debt.
At this point, a senior instructor from the Wonderful Theory School stepped onto the stage and began to announce the rules.
"Quiet! The rules for this mechanical combat competition will now be announced."
The students below the stage all looked at the teacher.
"The theme of this competition is—humanoid robots. Entries must have two arms, two legs, and a head. Any multi-legged or wheeled designs will be considered a violation."
As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers and contestants started discussing it.
"Humanoid? You must be kidding! The balance algorithm for bipedal walking is the hardest to implement!"
"I'm doomed! All the machines I designed during my school years were eight-legged. I have absolutely no experience with two-legged ones!"
"This competition is extremely difficult."
"Why make humanoid figures? Is the academy starting to guide a new research direction?"
"During class, we were making quadruped machines."
The instructor waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet: "The theme of the elimination round is obstacle course racing. Your designed machines need to pass through three simulated tracks in sequence: rainforest swamp, rushing river, and desert quicksand. During the competition, objects will be randomly launched from outside the track to attack you, and your machines must have a certain ability to dodge or defend themselves."
"Mentors can provide logical guidance and design optimization, but the final assembly and debugging must be completed independently by the contestants themselves. The preliminary round lasts for one week."
"This time, the winner can choose three core components of ancient civilizations from the Mysticism School's warehouse."
Kele, a passerby, felt overwhelmed just listening to it: "Bipedal walking, crossing rainforests and quicksand—is this really a second-year level of difficulty?"
Farussan crossed her arms and snorted, "Those old fogies from the Mysticism School have finally come up with a somewhat difficult question."
"I've heard that Lyra, the child of the sage of the Mystic School, is a famous mechanical genius, especially skilled in humanoid machines. Perhaps she's a custom-made one for this competition."
After listening to Farusan's account, Chen Bo felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu.
But thinking about it, it makes sense.
In previous domestic competitions, the winners were all predetermined.
The research findings of a high school student inexplicably overlapped with the research topic of a certain doctoral student.
Middle school students can even build their own rocket models and launch them hundreds of meters into the sky.
In all kinds of domestic competitions, it's a major area where connections and family background are crucial.
"This inside story is way too blatant," Chen Bo complained bitterly.
Chen Bo immediately discovered the inside story.
According to the rules of this competition, the instructors can participate in the design and optimization, while the students are only responsible for the assembly.
It's true that having a powerful father is very important.
"What, are you scared already?" Seeing Chen Bo in a daze, Farusan waved her hand in front of him.
"I'm not so much afraid, but it does seem a bit troublesome," Chen Bo said, coming back to his senses.
It seems I can't win easily this time. This time, I'm not facing a second-year student, but an old man.
Farusan crossed her arms, her tone tinged with disdain: "Those old fogies of the Mystic Theory School have no shame whatsoever in paving the way for their children."
"Hmph, I, Farusan, am no weaker than those old fogies. I have also done a lot of research on the ruins guards, and I will teach you everything this afternoon."
Chen Bo nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.
After all, Farusan is older.
His knowledge is terrifying, and his interests are very broad.
However, it seems that this competition also allows participants to choose three core components from ancient civilizations.
Chen Bo asked, "So, in this competition, the Sage wants to take the academy's parts to his own home?"
Farusan rested her chin on her hand and said, "Some time ago, the teachers and students of the Wonderful Theory School did indeed work together to demolish a relic of a civilization, and I estimate they gained quite a bit."
"The three most valuable core components of a civilization's legacy are probably worth no less than ten million Mora each. I don't know the specific list of those who acquired them, but I'll try to find out in the next few days."
Chen Bo sensed that the gains this time might far exceed his expectations.
However, the Mysterious Theory School specializes in the study of mechanisms, and in recent years, Sumeru has deciphered many ancient civilization relics.
We must not underestimate the school of subtle theories.
"Senior, among our opponents in this competition, it's unlikely that anyone will actually come up here in a Relic Guardian vehicle?"
Farusan put her hands on her hips: "It's hard to say. Relic Guardians are extremely expensive to build. Using a Relic Guardian to earn one million Mora is using a sledgehammer to crack a nut."
"But this time there are three more core components, so it's hard to say."
"No wonder they set such rules." Chen Bo said thoughtfully.
It seems that this competition is far more difficult than expected.
However, since it's a humanoid machine, if Nasita were to help him operate it, perhaps...
I'll discuss it with Naxida tonight.
Night falls, and I drift off to sleep.
After listening to Chen Bo's story, Nasita pointed to herself with her small finger and said, "You want me to participate in the competition?"
"Strictly speaking, it means you can remotely control this body," Chen Bo explained. "Your consciousness signal is connected to the mechanical core. This way, you can not only help me win the game, but also experience what it's like to run in the outside world."
Nasita tilted her head and thought for a moment, then readily agreed: "That sounds interesting. However, I won't use the power of the gods; I'll only utilize the mechanical properties you designed."
Chen Bo was taken aback: "Nasida, you've agreed just like that?"
Nasida was stunned by Chen Bo's question: "Shouldn't I...shouldn't I agree?"
"No." Chen Bo hugged Nasita tightly. "I... I actually thought of a lot of things to say to persuade you, but I didn't expect you to agree so readily. I'm so excited. Thank you, Nasita."
Nasita shook her head and said, "Well, I don't know how to use the power of the gods, so it's probably not much different from you controlling a machine yourself."
Chen Boxin thought to himself, "There must be some differences."
Chen Bo took out the design drawings of Naxi Da's doll.
The size of this body is a perfect replica of Nasita's current physique.
It uses all the technologies of the Iron Man armor, except that it has a large internal frame and is not hollow.
"Here, and here too." Chen Bo pointed to the design drawings of the mechanical limbs' palms and feet and said, "I installed the same palm cannons, which can attack from a distance and also continuously fire so that it can fly."
Of course, the structure of the mechanism cannot be exposed, so I plan to buy some bionic skin from a teacher who specializes in bio-alchemy.
"As for your appearance, you can adjust it yourself when the time comes."
Nasita was very satisfied with the design.
"Yes, I like it very much."
Over the next few days, Chen Bo went into a frenzy of work.
I study design during the day.
They paid teachers and students from the Miaolun School to customize new parts for assembly and testing.
In the evening, I chatted with Naxida and did some tests.
Four days passed quickly.
He had spent all of Mora's money.
So, Chen Bo took a set of design drawings for a newly developed "fully automatic seasoning and filling production line" and prepared to go to Dolly.
This simple production line takes Chen Bo very little time.
When Chen Bo went over, Dolly was doing accounts. When she saw Chen Bo coming over, her little eyes immediately narrowed into slits.
"Oh dear, isn't this my closest business partner? What brings you here this time?"
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