Mike's "feeling" was quickly quantified into a series of precise data and commands in his brain.
Then, the first attempt began.
He almost perfectly replicated all of Mike's steps, precisely controlling the speed and elegantly steering.
But in the last step of the "water brake," there was a slight deviation in the inertia judgment, slightly late by a fraction of a second.
Although the boat ultimately entered the berth, the bow gently kissed the dock's fender.
"Failed." Mike's voice was merciless, "Any uncontrolled contact with the dock is a failure! In a real voyage, this would damage your bow. Try again!"
[Ah... just a little bit off! Such a pity!]
[Already awesome, okay! If it were me, my boat wouldn't even know where it floated to!]
[Old man Mike is too strict! Is it because he's the future son-in-law, being so harsh? (dog head)]
[Don't keep shaking these IQs, been saying a million times Brother Lin has two kids already.]
