The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 289 Open Tournament

Jiang Hui pulled out several sheets in a row and found they were all similar, with pictures and words, forming a thick stack: "This is..."

"I brought you this for your reference, it's a recent assignment. You don't need to return it; I printed it with a copy machine. But if you don't need it, just tear it up and don't upload it online," Huan Xian casually reminded him.

However, the other party rarely says anything meaningless nonsense. If he adds this one extra explanation, then this is probably his bottom line.

"Is this all your homework?" It's only been a month since school started, have they been doing too little homework for the individual combat training department? Jiang Hui felt she had quite a lot herself.

Compared to the command department, it's nothing.

Jiang Hui then carefully examined the stack of documents. They were tightly bound with hemp rope, with a thick stack of manuscripts at the top, about the width of a hand, and three sealed bags of documents at the bottom, presumably for categorization. She couldn't help but admire them; the students in the Command Department were truly capable, already having so many manuscripts and assignments at the start of the semester. No wonder she rarely saw them socializing; they probably didn't have time.

Jiang Hui was quite happy, thanked him, and said that this was exactly what she needed.

This friend is really reliable.

Hillman and Zhou Xiuwen were dumbfounded, especially Hillman. After getting Huan Xian's permission, he also pulled over a sheet and flipped through it, only to be completely bewildered after just a few paragraphs... What is all this?!

Even though it's something that sounds difficult to understand, Huan Xian and his commanders could still extract the key points, analyze them, and provide examples. They spend all their time learning these things, no wonder those commanders have become so profound and enigmatic; they probably developed these skills through their school assignments.

Even more alarming was Jiang Hui, who demanded homework from Huan Xian. Wasn't this guy a combat individual student? Why did he have to study command-related stuff? Didn't they have enough homework already? Hillman was completely bewildered.

Indeed, what's more terrifying than academic geniuses is the academic exam; it can trap everyone without you even realizing it.

Honestly, regardless of strength, he only admires Jiang Hui in the combat individual soldier category.

Hillman placed the manuscript back into Jiang Hui's hands with a look of awe, then quickly withdrew it as if afraid of disturbing something, grabbed a spoon, scooped up a large mouthful of brown rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jiang Hui was also full of questions as he looked at a manuscript that had almost been sent flying to the ground by Hillman's slap, which had been pulled back too quickly, and at the face of a person who seemed to have been greatly shocked in an instant.

She shook her head. Hillman was indeed a preschooler who had started school early; he was just not settled and was a bit loud and boisterous.

After thanking Huan Xian repeatedly, Jiang Hui was about to put the few scattered manuscripts she had taken out back into her spatial storage when she noticed that Clarence, who had been silently taking notes, was now staring at the manuscripts in her hand.

Jiang Hui: ...

No, you want it too? But she couldn't make that decision. Jiang Hui had no choice but to turn and give Huan Xian a look.

The other party did not explicitly state, "I'll send it to you."

Clarence seemed a little awkward as he replied "thank you," then paused and said somewhat awkwardly, "This weekend... there's a mech open tournament on the main continent, and I happen to have a few tickets left. Do you... want to go?" It was clear that this person wasn't good at saying these kinds of friendly things; his tone was quite harsh, and people who didn't know him well might think he was giving orders.

But the people present had all seen how awkward the other could be, and they were all quite used to it.

And what is this person talking about? Is it a mech open tournament that only mech soldiers of a certain level can initiate? Those are almost always B-level or higher competitions, and they are not so common even in the inner star systems, let alone in the permanent star systems.

Tickets for this kind of event are already incredibly hard to come by. Even online mock-stream tickets can sell for exorbitant prices, let alone live attendance. Clarence actually said he'd invite them to watch such a live match… If it were an order, they'd gladly accept.

Although not all of the people present were passionate about mecha, their professions or families were closely related to mecha, and they were all excited to hear that they could watch the Mecha Open Tournament.

"Is it really possible?" Zhou Xiuwen looked at Clarence, his eyes shining.

Clarence seemed a little uncomfortable with such enthusiastic gazes, and nodded awkwardly: "These tickets were given to me by someone else. I can't use them all by myself, so it would be a waste not to go."

Anyway, we're going to watch the open tournament, so it would be a waste if these guys didn't go.

Upon hearing this, the others didn't hesitate and decided to go watch the open tournament together over the weekend.

Jiang Hui was planning to go back to the main mainland over the weekend. The open tournament was on Sunday, so she could leave for home on Friday night…

Jiang Hui's plan was meticulous, and she didn't notice that the group, who had been discussing things back and forth, suddenly fell silent. Seeing her lost in thought, they were all somewhat helpless.

They had long since noticed that Jiang Hui wasn't actually a talkative person. While she was a bit better than Clarence and Huan Xian, she was still the type to think things through carefully and rarely spoke unless someone else engaged her. Of course, when it came to explanations and instructions, she wouldn't hold back her words, acting like a completely different person. In reality, however, she was truly a very quiet person.

However, this can inexplicably create a sense of disconnect in daily life. Sometimes, while talking, they might suddenly drift into thought, and you have no idea what they're thinking. Being with someone like that can be quite stressful at times, as if you're in a completely different world.

When Jiang Hui snapped out of her thoughts, she heard Hillman ask her if she would also have a practical mecha lesson that afternoon.

Yes, today is their first hands-on mecha training class since the start of the semester. They already had a theoretical class as a foundation, and this is a full-fledged practical class that lasts for three whole weeks.

Although Hillman was in Class 1, he was also in the Combat Individual Soldier Department. The curriculum for Classes 1 through 3 of the Combat Individual Soldier Department was quite synchronized, but they each attended their own classes, and it was said that there would only be a joint exam at the end of the academic year.

But as a combat individual soldier student about to take practical courses, Hillman felt he had more in common with Jiang Hui. Of course, Clarence felt the same way, but Hillman was rather timid and didn't dare to talk to Clarence about this down-to-earth topic.

But if Jiang Huitan were brought in, things would be different; the other party might be even more interested in joining. Hillman's plan was quite clever.

(End of this chapter)