Counterfeit Hero

Since childhood, Tian Xingjian had been fascinated by mechanical things, whether it was Mechas or flying cars. This passion was the main reason why he switched from the reconnaissance training camp to the mechanical repair camp, more so than the fear of death. When he saw a uniquely customized Private Mecha, Fatty was absolutely captivated. Although he was very familiar with Military Mechas and had seen many classic blueprints of Private Mechas, he had limited hands-on experience. Despite its imperfections, the [Caelo] Beast-shaped Mecha had several modification ideas worth learning from.

Christina had been observing the mechanic who came to apply for the job for a long time. She carefully noted the places where his focused gaze lingered, and finally couldn’t help but smile. She turned her head and nodded at the HR manager.

When the manager walked over to Fatty, he was taken aback. This chubby fellow was peeking around the hind legs of the Beast-shaped Mecha, seemingly looking for something. Damn, what could be installed there, could it be...? The manager couldn’t help but cough to remind the unabashed chubby guy that someone was standing beside him.

Fatty was trying to figure out whether this Mecha had an energy shield probe installed. In his mind, if the energy shield probe was installed in that position, it would be quite a brilliant idea. It would effectively protect the vulnerable abdomen, and the probe hidden between the legs would be a blind spot during combat.

He just didn’t know if this Beast-shaped Mecha was male or female. If it were female, installing a row of probes on the abdomen would also be aesthetically pleasing, though perhaps a bit revealing.

Upon hearing the cough, Fatty turned his head and saw a middle-aged man standing beside him, looking somewhat awkward. Fatty glanced questioningly at the reception desk where Christina was, only to find that she was busy with something, with a faint smile on her face, without any intention of looking up.

Seeing Fatty sheepishly scratching his head, the manager finally broke the silence and extended his hand, "Hello, I am Jose, the HR manager of the Repair Department. I heard you are applying for the Mechanic position, correct?" Fatty finally understood, quickly putting on a smile, and shook the man’s outstretched hand, "Yes, yes, that’s me."

Jose glanced at Christina and smiled, "Please follow me, let’s go to the office to talk." Fatty nodded and followed him into the hallway behind the lobby, took the elevator to the fifth floor, and entered a room with a sign for the Repair Department HR section.