The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 301 Strange Data

Despite a slight deviation from the plan, Jiang Hui still managed to skip dinner and return to her dorm to continue researching the minor issue of the mecha model's side pivot.

Although the process wasn't entirely smooth, time always flies when you're focused. By the time Jiang Hui came to her senses from her workbench, it was almost 11 p.m.

Wait, is it already this late?! She hasn't changed her clothes or washed up yet. She needs to hurry, or she'll be teleported directly into the mental space if she misses the appointed time.

Jiang Hui had no choice but to put down her work, grab her pajamas, and go into the bathroom.

After coming out, she thought she might as well just go to bed and wait, since she could continue her research in the mental space anyway.

However, sitting on the bed and looking at the bookshelf not far away, Jiang Hui suddenly remembered that she had brought back a large bundle of documents from Huan Xian this morning. She had forgotten to take them out, so she quickly took them out of her spatial storage.

This bundle of materials was thick and heavy. It was hard to believe that this was only a month's worth of assignments. How did Huan Xian and the others manage to get through it? Is there really such a big difference in learning conditions between different majors?

Jiang Hui shook her head in confusion, untied the rope binding the paper, and flipped through the scattered pages. She saw that it was the same as what she had seen that morning; some were clearly printed, some resembled outlines, but the vast majority were manuscripts, and judging from the handwriting, they should be Huan Xian's.

Jiang Hui took a look at the previous one and then understood why there were so many manuscripts.

In fact, the coursework was extensive, but not to this extent. Huan Xian completed these assignments with great care, sometimes using several blank sheets of paper to repeatedly refine some cases and difficult points. Some examples even seemed to have been copied from some reference book. In short, the content was very rich, and Jiang Hui felt that even after only a cursory glance, he had gained a great deal of knowledge; it was all excellent material for learning introductory command knowledge.

Jiang Hui felt that now was not the right time to learn this, and thought she would look at it when she had some free time and a calm mind. So she found a special folder to put it away. But for some reason, there were three other things that looked like file folders that were put away separately.

Jiang Hui initially thought these were also manuscripts, but unexpectedly discovered something different when she casually brushed them aside.

This paper is different.

Jiang Hui fiddled with the thick stack of papers inside the file folder with her fingers, feeling a little uneasy, and then pulled them all out as she pleased.

But she never expected that this thing was really different, and she almost dropped the whole stack of documents on the ground because her hand trembled.

When Jiang Hui touched it earlier, she felt something was strange. The paper was a bit brittle, unlike the thicker paper used for replicas. It was more like the kind of exam paper. She didn't expect that when she pulled it out, it really was that kind of paper.

Moreover, the paper looks somewhat old. Although it has the rigid, worn feel of a replica made by a copying machine, it at least shows that the original paper used for the replica is only older and not newer.

These aren't the main points. The main point is that the handwriting is completely different; it's not Huan Xian's handwriting at all, but rather from an unknown person. Each character is sharp as a knife, every stroke seemingly overflowing with determination, revealing a person of unyielding character. Jiang Hui looked at the contents, becoming increasingly alarmed. These manuscripts, without any headings or layouts, were completely incomplete and contained a great deal of complex information. Some described battles in specific years and locations, analyzing troop deployments, weapon statistics, and even details of colonels being ordered by their superiors to occupy certain fronts, and the collapse of battle lines in specific years…

This is nothing like the simulated cases in the command system assignments Huan Xian had done before. The names, weapons, and even the actual battle map on it are so realistic that they are almost shocking, as if they actually existed.

Jiang Hui refused to believe it and flipped through a few more pages. They were all similar, but the case studies were different. The battle map was more profound than the one he had just seen, and there were many incomprehensible signatures on it.

Now she understood. These could not possibly be assignments from Huan Xian and the other freshmen in the command department. They came from somewhere else, probably from a higher grade, and might even be real cases that somehow became examples for the students to analyze.

How did Huan Xian get these things? Where did he get them from? Did the command department provide them? Jiang Hui's thoughts wandered as he speculated.

"...But if you're not going to use it, just break it. Don't upload it to the internet." Suddenly, Jiang Hui recalled Huan Xian's seemingly casual remark to her.

...Don't post it online. If the other party values ​​privacy, that's understandable.

If these were merely homework and manuscripts belonging to a first-year student, Huan Xian's explanation would indeed seem rather strange. However, if... the other party was referring to these materials—then it seems understandable.

Jiang Hui seemed to be deep in thought, then opened the other two packages. As she expected, the other two packages, wrapped in document paper bags, contained the same kind of documents—examples of unknown origin—and the handwriting was identical to the package she had just opened, all belonging to the same person.

However, the contents are somewhat different. The second bag mainly contains analysis of the situation on a certain front, while the remaining bag contains a variety of miscellaneous items, mostly analyses and comparisons of battles against a certain group of people.

Jiang Hui was now certain that the documents in these folders were different. These were the documents Huan Xian had wanted her to keep secret and keep for herself. Clarence later wanted them too, and the reason Huan Xian hadn't asked Jiang Hui to make copies but instead said he would send a copy himself was likely because he didn't want others to discover this pile of documents.

Although Jiang Hui was genuinely grateful to the other party for getting her such a thing, and even felt a bit cheated, but—

She felt a burning sensation in her palms as she held the pile of documents that looked like secret files in her hands.

Where did they get these things from? They must have gotten them through legal channels, right?

Jiang Hui grew increasingly uneasy. She considered sending a text message to ask, but then she remembered how late it was. Sending a text message for no reason would only scare the person to death and disturb their peace... Besides, the time was wrong; it was almost midnight, and the person might have already entered their space before she finished speaking.

Jiang Hui had no choice but to carefully find a place to put the documents, then tidy up and get into bed, waiting to enter her mental space.

(End of this chapter)