The violent bear king in Marvel

In the cafeteria of SHIELD Academy, Wang Fan ignored the gazes of the students passing by and asked Fitz seriously, "Do you know VR technology?"

Fitz was still rubbing the bag on his head with his hands and said impatiently, "That's outdated. Now we have entered the era of holographic projection. Why do you ask it?"

Wang Fan thought about how to word it, and after two seconds he said, "I want to use VR technology to design a fighting training aid."

"Fighting training aid?" Fitz had never heard of such a thing.

Wang Fan nodded, "Well, use the sensor you designed to achieve real feedback, just like sparring with a real person."

Why did Wang Fan suddenly have a whim! Infuriating energy cannot be achieved overnight. He wants to find another way to improve himself in fighting. This is what Wang Fan has thought about repeatedly. He only knows free fighting now, and his level is that of a novice. His previous fights were all Relying on the violent bear's brute force and adamantium's iron bones, things will never be so cheap in the future. Wang Fan is ready to enrich his combat skills.

"Theoretically, it's possible, but for VR, the sensor feedback itself will have very high requirements for the sensor. I can tailor it for you, but the raw materials are not cheap, and can easily cost hundreds of thousands or millions." Fei It seems that Wang Fan is serious, and he talks directly about the cost. The things he designs are all leftover materials from the laboratory. Naturally, when Wang Fan comes to use them, they will not meet the requirements.

Wang Fan took out a card from his trouser pocket with a million dollars in it. This was something Wang Fan had left to prepare in case something happened to the ranch, and he threw it to Fitz.

"There are one million in this card, and the password is six and eight. If you don't use it enough, I'll think of a way. I'll go back to the dormitory right now, search the Internet for the fighting information I need, and compile it into usable software."

Seeing Wang Fan's vigorous and resolute manner, Fitz weighed the hand holding the bank card. It turned out that a one-million-dollar card was so light.

Wang Fan finished his last bite of breakfast, stood up and patted Fitz on the shoulder, "One week, I will give you at most one week, and I will use the fighting training aid. Is that okay?"

A week? Fitz was a little dumbfounded. Not to mention it was just an idea, but he just took out the design drawings. So many sensors needed to be assembled. How could it be possible? Just when he was about to refuse, Wang Fan lowered his head and said in his ear, "Do you like Jane?" Ma, right?" Fitz was stunned for a moment, and then his ears turned red. He hesitated and wanted to refute. Wang Fan continued, "How about you help me solve the current problem, and I can help you deal with Zhenma."

Fitz stopped talking when he heard this. Instead, he was thinking that it wouldn't be too difficult to get the equipment Wang Fan needed in a week. His previous record was that he didn't take a break in the laboratory for a week. This time he tried his best!

Fitz nodded, but in Wang Fan's eyes, he was really innocent. If it were Hill, he would definitely make big demands.

After bidding farewell to Fitz, Wang Fan went to the library and returned to the dormitory with a stack of books. Lily didn't know where to go to play. Wang Fan happened to turn on the computer without any distractions, collect fighting materials, and first program a mechanical analysis software. , and then searched all over the Internet for various fighting techniques, especially Chinese martial arts. Thanks to the era of the Internet explosion, many people will record teachings. Even Chinese martial arts masters are recording their teachings with the help of their disciples. Boxing routines also made it easier for Wang Fan to steal his master.

In fact, if you want to practice fighting, returning to China is the best choice, but Wang Fan doesn't dare to gamble. Xu Ying's words are not groundless. If something goes wrong, Wang Fan's life will be gone. He hasn't lived enough yet!

Wang Fan was flipping through books while modifying and optimizing the software on his computer. Unknowingly, it was already evening.

Tonight's welcome party is a top priority. As a freshman this year, Wang Fan can only go to the banquet dressed neatly and let the computer software search and filter online.

The orientation party is a school's welcome to new students, and it has gradually evolved into a tradition. However, the tradition of SHIELD Academy seems to have gone wrong, and has evolved into a trick played by old students on new students.

In the largest auditorium of SHIELD Academy, the school's professors took turns speaking to express their welcome to the new students, but they did not notice that the students below were already impatient. Fitz was sitting on a chair with his head leaning against Gemma. He was fast asleep, and his snoring made the professor speaking on the stage frown, and he hastily ended his long speech.

After the professors left, what was left was a paradise for the students. This year’s theme was the buffet dance. The old students organized people to clean up the place and brought up all the prepared ingredients. The music played and pairs of dancers danced in the center of the auditorium. .

"Wang Fan, can you dance?" Lily didn't know when she stood behind Wang Fan, a little envious of those who danced with each other to the music.

Wang Fan didn't need to look back to know that it was Lily who spoke, "I'm a little good at it. I studied at MIT. Why do you want to dance?"

Lily hummed and then stopped talking. She seemed to feel that her request was a bit too much and she was missing an arm.

"This is not easy, you hooked your hands around my neck." Wang Fan walked onto the dance floor with his dancing steps and rhythm. Under the beautiful waltz accompaniment, it seemed to outsiders that Wang Fan was dancing alone, both in terms of rhythm and rhythm. The pace was impeccable. The only flaw was that she was missing a dance partner. In Lily's eyes, Wang Fan was the one who took her flying. The laughter came from her mouth. At this moment, she felt happy, as if Wang Fan only had eyes for himself.

The dance ended quickly, and Lily was still a little unfinished. At this time, the music changed to a dynamic high-pitched song. Those who couldn't dance were all twisting their bodies. Wang Fan also crowded around Lily, twisting and "following" The music moves, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t.”

Watching Lily's movements like an old disco, Wang Fan smiled. The confused Lily was so cute.

As the welcome dinner progressed, more and more freshmen ran out of the auditorium and joined the army looking for the toilet. Unfortunately, the toilets in the auditorium were sealed up by the old students, and many had to go to the woods to solve the problem. Those senior students who had prepared video recording equipment had been blocked by them, leaving them with their first stain after entering school.

Wang Fan thought he had the antidote, and because he was really hungry, he ate at the buffet table and had a reaction before he was full.

"Lily, you didn't get the wrong antidote, right?"

Lily waved her hands in confusion, "No way, I just watched them do the experiment!"

Fitz and Gemma came over, looked at Wang Fan who looked unhappy and said, "Wang, you have been infected too, here is the antidote." Gemma took out a blue pill.

Wang Fan took out the empty test tube bottle in his pocket and said, "Shouldn't the antidote be a liquid?"

Gemma covered her mouth, "Oh my god! You drank a bottle of undiluted antidote. Fitz, please help, otherwise someone will die."

Wang Fan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Lily, who had already slipped away. It turned out that the antidote was also a type of laxative that could synthesize the probiotics in the intestines and achieve a balanced state. However, what Wang Fan drank was the original solution, which broke the Without balance, if it weren't for Wang Fan's strong physical fitness, ordinary people would have died of diarrhea.

"It's too late, it's too late, I have to go to the bathroom." With a bang, a big hole was made in the wall of the auditorium by Wang Fan, and the closed toilet was kicked open by Wang Fan. From the outside, only what could be heard was like a cannon. The same movement was accompanied by Wang Fan's ghostly cries and wolf howls.