I save the world by spreading Chinese civilization

No then.

Because Nanyin was so dizzy from mecha sickness.

The mecha was so fast that the moment it suddenly took off, an indescribable feeling swept through my body.

Then my stomach started to churn.

Instantly, her face turned pale.

"O-Lao Ye..."

The fingertips of the fingers holding the armrest began to turn white due to exertion, and the veins on the back of the hand were exposed.

"Send me down, right away."

She almost growled the words.

Ye Zhiyan turned to take a look at her and saw that her pupils were dilated and her face was as white as a piece of paper, her mouth was bulging, and her fingers were brushing against the light screen of the console.

"You held it in, don't spit it out, or I'll beat you to death."

Nanyin's answer was a roll of her eyes. She didn't dare to say anything for fear of spitting it out.

But if she didn't move faster, she was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it.

Fortunately, with a bang, the mecha that took off landed on the ground again.

Jun Helan, who originally turned around to leave, heard some noise from behind him just a few steps out. When he looked back, he saw, good guy, the mecha that was in the air just a second ago was standing on the ground.

The cabin door also opened, and Ye Zhiyan grabbed Nan Yin and jumped directly from the cabin door.

"Go!"

Ye Zhiyan, who was very skillful in absorbing the impact and stood firm on the ground, let go of his hands, and Nanyin, who was being carried by him like a little chicken, ran out with a strong step.

Then, the sound of vomiting continued.

Jun Helan's mouth twitched and he returned, "She's fainted?"

"Obvious thing!"

Ye Zhiyan looked helpless, "I considered her endurance when I started it. The speed has been set to the lowest speed, and she is so dizzy just now. If it were the highest speed, I think she would probably be dead."

This is really speechless.

Jun Helan didn't know what to say, so she held back a sentence for a long time——

"She won't be able to ride or pilot a mecha in this situation for a short time. It seems like her mecha dream is going to be shattered."

Can an armorer who cannot ride or pilot a mecha become an excellent armorer?

As expected, armor making was only an interest to her.

So, when Nanyin came back feeling weak after vomiting, he took the capsule and handed it over to her, and discussed it with her in a good voice.

"Nanyin, you see you can't even sit in a mecha, why don't you change your career to making light armor or something else."

Nanyin took the capsule water drops and gargled his mouth. He spat out the water in his mouth and looked at him with dead eyes, "Then I'll learn how to build a starship?"

The silence between Jun Helan and Ye Zhiyan was deafening.

I don't even know how to build a mecha, but I still want to make a starship. That thing is even more difficult to build than a mecha, okay?

"Stop being fanciful and be realistic."

Ye Zhiyan reminded in a deep voice, "Your current physical fitness cannot withstand the overload G brought by the mecha's inner cabin, and you need training."

The implication is: Why don’t you sit down after training.

Nanyin sighed, "My mother planet has no conditions for me to train."

This is true, but it cannot be solved.

"You keep it, I'll go to the fortress to get you something, then you can assemble a training machine and practice it yourself."

That's all there is to it.

So, at the end, Ye Zhiyan took off in the mecha alone and disappeared from their sight.

From taking off to disappearing, it only takes a blink of an eye.

Nanyin raised his head and stared at the sky, "Let me ask, what is the maximum speed of your mecha?"

"Mach 130."

Mach 1 is 1225 km/h, that is, 1225 kilometers, Mach 130...

Good guy, no wonder she can't even afford the lowest grade.

No wonder mecha warriors have strict physical requirements.After understanding this point, she asked Jun Helan with a look of despair, "Old He, tell me the truth, with my level of physical skills, can I become a mecha warrior with diligent practice?"

"What good things are you thinking about?"

Jun Helan snorted and mocked mercilessly, "With your level of physical skills, being able to pilot a civilian mecha requires long-term training. The military version will not be able to function in your lifetime."

The configuration and speed of the two versions are not at the same level, and the requirements for drivers are also not at the same level.

For people with lower physical skills, civilian mechas are the ceiling among mechas.

Nanyin suddenly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost. She was too lazy to answer and walked back with heavy steps.

She shouldn't be here, but should be polishing parts and modifying the nutrition cabin in Jingxilin's workshop.

"Angry?"

"No."

"You don't look angry."

Nanyin got angry and turned to glare at him and asked, "Then what do you want me to do? My level of physical skills is here, so you can't let me die and be reincarnated."

These words immediately confused Jun Helan.

It wasn't until Nanyin had walked out several steps that he said angrily, "You know that's not what I meant. I was just giving you advice."

"You can pull me down. I only heard your gloating, but I didn't hear your good intentions."

This is really too much.

but--

"Is it really that obvious?"

He came forward with a smile.

Nanyin felt that this guy had no AC at all and wanted to ignore him.

Jun Helan didn't care, cleared his throat and said, "Actually, you are suitable for light armor."

"Can light armor be equipped with so many weapons?"

"cannot!"

"The fastest speed can reach Mach 130?"

"No, but it can reach Mach 60."

"60?"

If that's the case, it's not impossible.

Nanyin stopped and Jun Helan noticed something was wrong and spoke before her, "Wait a minute, why are you paying attention to light armor weapons and equipment?"

Is this an issue that non-active military personnel should be concerned about?

In an instant, Jun Helan looked at her with a strange look, "Old Nan, I didn't see it, but you are still a war fanatic."

"what?"

Before Nanyin could reply, Yin Jing came around the corner and answered in horror, "Nanyin, do you want to fight with someone?"

"With your little arms and legs, who can you beat?"

These words were extremely insulting, and Nanyin's mental energy rushed towards him like a tide.

The majestic mental pressure swept over him, and in an instant, an insubstantial but real mountain fell from the sky and hit him hard.

"thump--"

His body sank, his legs softened, and Yin Jing straightened up and knelt down.

Kneel down on your knees.

Jun Helan's eyes suddenly widened, and he almost blurted out "I love you!"
Nanyin withdrew her mental energy, squatted in front of him and said with a smile, "Are my little arms and legs like a weakling?"

Seeing the sweat falling down on his face like rain, she thoughtfully took the handkerchief and handed it to him, "Wipe the sweat!"

Yin Jing took it with a wry smile and changed his position from kneeling to sit on the ground.

"I forgot that you broke through your spiritual level."

His tone was very helpless, and he saw the smile on Jun Helan's face from the corner of his eye. He said angrily, "Old He, you have some sympathy."

He was so miserable under Nan Yin's mental pressure. Not only did this guy not sympathize with him, he even laughed at him. He was so cruel, selfish, and unreasonable to the extreme.