The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 378 The Library (Part 1)
How is Clarence...? According to the latest news from them, he should be alright, but it will be a while before he can come back.

Jiang Hui quickly lost the mood to enjoy the peace after the disaster. She was busier than before, often staying up all night. After getting enough sleep in her consciousness space, she would frantically read basic books related to mecha. When she woke up, she would continue working on mecha and occasionally study command data. She was extremely busy.

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The pile of basic books Zhou Xiuwen gave him was quite basic; even Jiang Hui, with his malfunctioning brain, had to type them out word by word. He recognized each word, but when they were put together, they were difficult to understand. Many of the books were simply incomprehensible to him at his current level.

Jiang Hui had to spend a considerable amount of time roughly classifying and organizing these books.

These books are a mix of new and old. Most of the new ones have detailed information, publication dates, and reviews available online. They are not cheap; they are classic books that are highly sought after online and difficult to buy.

Some of the older ones couldn't even be found in terms of publication information; the covers were worn and shabby, and the layout didn't resemble that of recent times. Jiang Hui suspected they were old treasures unearthed from somewhere; the content was difficult to understand, covering various schools of thought, and some were even missing pages. He wondered which abandoned library had unearthed them.

Jiang Hui reasonably suspected that they might be antiques, and even asked Zhou Xiuwen about them several times. However, the other party also didn't know, saying that his family had specially gone out to buy them when he was learning to read and write, and he couldn't even remember where they came from. But he hadn't been very interested in them since, so he hadn't used these books, and he didn't know anything about them when Jiang Hui asked.

After much deliberation, she still felt it was inappropriate, so she quickly swept the old items into her consciousness space and returned them to Zhou Xiuwen, not daring to keep them any longer.

As for the new information, which still makes up the vast majority, she is putting in a lot of effort to read through it, not seeking to understand every word immediately, but simply acting as a ruthless "scanner" to sweep this wealth of knowledge into her consciousness as quickly as possible.

In reality, she couldn't understand much of the books that were swept into her consciousness. However, after entering her mind through speed reading, they presented a kind of data distortion, constantly filling in the gaps in her knowledge network.

Perhaps even she herself didn't realize that, with this continuous filling in of gaps, her overall sensory understanding of the mecha reached an incredible level—both in terms of feeling and cognition. The former was the perception of the mecha's kinetic energy operation, while the latter was the dissection of the mecha's structure.

Given time, her understanding of mecha will reach a level that ordinary people cannot reach, which is determined by the dimension of knowledge.

Of course, Jiang Hui is far from being able to grasp this point at present, as she doesn't yet fully understand her unique brain.

All she knows right now is that she seems to find learning things exceptionally easy; the more she learns, the easier it becomes, and she handles everything with ease. Jiang Hui really enjoys this feeling and is increasingly immersed in the ocean of books.

She consulted Stark's advice, used half of her course selection card to choose basic courses in the mecha department, and planned to solidify her mecha fundamentals.

However, coincidentally... after the recent rebellion, universities seemed to have their meridians opened up, and they focused on improving students' physical fitness, increasing the intensity of training to a certain level.

Students in general majors might not know, but those in the combat training program were certainly suffering. Teachers from all grades had jointly organized early morning training sessions three days a week, urging students to do basic physical training such as long-distance running. The requirement to get up incredibly early caused widespread resentment among the already academically burdened combat training students. However, this time the teachers were unusually united, with no room for negotiation, and were forcing students to attend the early morning classes. They even worried that some students might slack off, so they had students take turns taking attendance, and anyone missing more than two classes would be called in for a talk by the class advisor.

As for what they would talk about... those who were the first to try it probably know best. Judging from how much more enthusiastic they were about training afterward, and from the way their instructor couldn't help but tremble, it was likely a very friendly conversation.

With comprehensive improvements in physical fitness, increased practical courses, and no neglect of academic subjects, plus the things Jiang Hui herself is researching and tinkering with... even someone like her who truly stretches one day into two is almost at her breaking point.

However, after just over a month, she fell into a state of inexplicable anxiety. Hillman, who came to have lunch with Jiang Hui the day before yesterday, noticed this and suggested that she not work too hard and that she could learn things slowly.

Zhou Xiuwen noticed that Jiang Hui didn't seem to be in a period of burnout, but rather seemed to be hitting a bottleneck.

Thinking about how frequently she returned books, he seemed to realize something and advised her to take a break before continuing.

Huan Xian didn't say anything, but he didn't send the command system's operational data over on time the next day.

The two had a prior arrangement, with him sending gifts about once a month. Each time, she didn't even need to ask; it was as if he knew her whereabouts in advance and had already prepared and sent the gifts. This made Jiang Hui feel slightly guilty, because as a way of repaying him, she had only treated him to a few meals…

The other party probably didn't deliver it this time because of what they heard yesterday. Jiang Hui didn't ask for it back, because she realized that she was indeed caught in a state of anxiety.

She has indeed been very busy these days. She has already devoured half of the pile of books Zhou Xiuwen gave her in just over a month, sending them all into her consciousness space. She has also actually studied about two or three of them, thus gaining a thin layer of understanding about mecha.

Not many, but it's much better than before. At least she can now construct the finger joints of the humanoid mecha. It just takes a long time and the success rate is not high, about 30%, meaning she can only succeed three out of ten times. The failure rate is relatively high.

But this was already a huge step forward for her. Jiang Huizhen felt that as long as she was willing to spend the time and had enough materials, she might actually be able to assemble a humanoid mecha from a bunch of second-hand goods.

Of course, she didn't dare to think about what would happen next, since nothing was certain yet, and she couldn't say for sure what she would achieve in the future. For now, she would just keep learning.

Jiang Hui has always done a good job of completing her daily schoolwork. Although she is physically weak, she is hardworking and never slacks off or slacks off in this area. She works diligently and conscientiously.

Therefore, while her physical fitness hasn't undergone a qualitative change, it has clearly improved significantly. She might even advance to the next level in the comprehensive assessment at the end of the semester. This is evident in her ability to run thirty laps in a row every morning without getting out of breath and still be able to rush to the cafeteria to grab food from others.

(End of this chapter)