Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 127 - 44: Game? Training!

Hu Ping was full of tall tales, even his sister was a fabrication, just to get Fan Li to talk.

Fan Li was unguarded, thinking they were just students, satisfying their curiosity.

Almost everything was pulled out by Hu Ping: age, family environment, where he graduated, how many years as a soldier, his taste, and even his liking for red underwear.

It seemed like something was mixed up.

Instructor Fan was completely taken by Hu Ping.

His expertise was comparable to the old men and women under the village’s big banyan tree.

Having nearly exposed Instructor Fan’s background, Hu Ping finally let Fan Li go and shifted his target.

"Caicai, what do you like to eat? I’ll treat you to your favorite when we get back."

Su Xiaocai: "I like dishes made by Xiao Wanzi. You can’t satisfy me, give up."

"I saw online that your family sells fruits. How is your family plantation? It must be huge."

"Just go have a look, and you’ll know. Su’s Planet is a residential planet."

"People want to know which coach taught you how to drive a mecha when you were young."

"Genius business, none of your concern."

"Online, they say you are a reincarnation or a transcender. Even novel protagonists aren’t as awesome as you. What’s your take on this?"

"Shut your brain."

Not leaving a single leak, too hard to bite through, this bone, Hu Ping temporarily gave up and switched to Feng Wansha and Li Leilei.

Upon reaching the base station, everyone seemed somewhat dazed, not understanding why they had started talking like a flowing tap.

Hu Ping was in high spirits. With his tongue, he’d surely make a great matchmaker.

At the base station, Su Xiaocai let Feng Wansha in to sign in.

The previous batch of soldiers said hi to Fan Li and left.

Su Xiaocai waited by the door for Feng Wansha, while the others went to patrol around the base station to check for any anomalies.

The base station is similar to a space station; it revolves around the Mechanical Planet, collecting outer space information.

If there’s a major cosmic disaster or an Insect Race attack, it can quickly respond to the Mechanical Planet.

Soldiers are stationed here to prevent anything from being damaged, hindering timely message transmission.

This serves as double insurance.

The Insect Man is a cunning species; they destroy things quickly. They’ve attacked base stations before, attempting to invade the Mechanical Planet.

Humans have actively searched for traces of the Insect Race, but they hide in the depths of space, at the edges of star systems, like guerrillas. They consume organisms and flee, making them hard to eliminate.

Over the years, the Insect Race hasn’t launched large-scale attacks.

This has left Su Xiaocai puzzled.

Patrolling the base station is dull and flavorless. For those stationed, waiting five to six hours is unbearably long.

After Fan Li instructed them on a round of patrol, the rest involved pairing up in twos, going out to check every twenty or thirty minutes.

The patrol intervals and frequencies are unfixed to prevent the enemy from figuring out their routine.

But they must patrol at least ten times, recording every patrol, filming videos, and taking photos for reporting.

It’s cumbersome but necessary.

Students from the Mechanical Institute in Military Training have learned simple tactics and understand the importance of patrolling.

Understanding is one thing, but Hu Ping and Wu Qingqing, two lively ones, were both bored, scratching their heads.

After some thought, Su Xiaocai suggested they might as well do some exercises near the base station.

The base station lacks air and gravity, making it suitable for practicing space close combat techniques.

Space close combat and ground close combat are entirely different concepts.

The ground has resistance and attraction, consuming energy much faster. The advantage is that you won’t easily fling yourself out, getting lost.

In space, it’s difficult to gauge spatial distance. A gentle push from the mecha engine could send you flying hundreds of meters, unable to stop.

Practicing sudden stops is crucial.

Wu Qingqing was the first to agree. Liu Xun also raised his hand in approval, and the others had no objections.

As for Li Leilei and Feng Wansha, they were also forced to learn.

To avoid complexity, a more game-like exercise would work better; Su Xiaocai had them play a pushing game.

Two people stood face to face, one as the pusher, making a push once within ten seconds in any direction - front, back, left, or right. The other person couldn’t move, only controlling the mecha within a drawn area.

After three consecutive times, they switched roles to the other person as the pusher.

Practice first, then challenge each other. The one using the least energy wins. Using more than twenty percent of energy results in a loss.

The same patrol task would last about ten days, and Su Xiaocai set it to two days of continuous competition.

The final winner could get a cooking robot.

Liu Xun wiped his drool; he could, he must win.

The conditions at home weren’t great, and the cooking wasn’t good. He’d wanted to buy one that could cook for a long time.