The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 411 Interlude

A sudden commotion broke out among the crowd not far away. The students who had gathered there for the large class couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound, wanting to see who was shouting so loudly at such a crucial moment.

The scene of the disturbance wasn't far from where Jiang Hui and her group were. They looked over and immediately saw it; it seemed to be a small group of people blocking several students who looked very angry.

Everyone was wearing the same few uniforms, and from a distance, their professional labels weren't visible, so Jiang Hui and the others couldn't identify them. But they were all thin and lacked definition, and their voices were sharp and melodious; without even listening to what they said, they knew they were the type who regularly dealt with writers.

The group of people who were clearly intercepted on their side still appeared relatively mild-mannered. Even in their anger, they showed restraint and did not appear ferocious. This suggests that they were well-mannered and at least had good composure.

"Duffy?" What are they doing—

Jiang Hui and the others immediately looked at Zhou Xiuwen, who seemed to recognize them from his words.

“Du Fei, Jiang Xingyun, and Neville, they are all my classmates,” Zhou Xiuwen explained, adding that he had nothing wrong with talking about Jiang Hui and the others.

Seeing that he seemed to want to move closer, Jiang Hui quickly grabbed him: "What do you want to do?"

“Neville has some underlying health conditions and recently returned to school after completing a course of treatment. He hasn’t been doing well lately, and I’m worried something might happen to him,” Zhou Xiuwen said anxiously.

Although his relationship with his classmates was so-so, far less close than with Tong Jianghui and the others, they were still classmates he spent every day with, so he couldn't remain indifferent. Moreover, given Neville's situation, there was no way he could stand idly by.

There are many kinds of original diseases in interstellar space, but basically all of these are considered congenital deficiencies. Zhou Xiuwen said this because Gu Ji's body is usually weak.

“Those people look savage,” Hillman clicked his tongue, then fell silent after being warned by Clarence’s gaze.

"I've already reported it to the teachers in the academic affairs office, and someone will come to handle it soon." Huan Xian reacted quickly.

“We’ll go with you,” Jiang Hui said. Although she really didn’t understand why someone would choose such a crucial time, with classes about to start, and a place where teachers could pass by at any moment, to cause trouble, Zhou Xiuwen was worried, and as his friends, they naturally couldn’t back down.

"I don't know what you're unhappy about. The spots were allocated by the teachers. If you really have such a big problem with this, you can report it directly to the school, or tell us directly that blocking us here is pointless." The pretty girl leading the group was still trying to control her emotions so that she wouldn't appear too out of control or even rude.

"Is this all you ever say? Don't you think we know what you're saying? We just feel it's necessary to remind you that although everyone can come according to the school's rules, don't you think that coming because of a momentary interest is completely encroaching on the learning resources of those who need it and wasting opportunities?" "It's precisely because of people like you who were selected based on a momentary interest that many more talented students who need this opportunity can't come. Don't you feel ashamed?" The boy's words were pointed, and he became increasingly self-righteous.

Even the eloquent Du Fei was speechless for a moment. Although she felt that something was wrong and that the concept had been misused, the other party was indeed right. The three of them knew nothing about mechs and had only come to the ancestor out of interest.

"If that's your logic, then shouldn't all these spots be allocated to students in the mecha department? No, in the first year, your major already received the most spots, with nearly half of them prioritized for you. But you still have so many shortfalls, so wouldn't it be fair to allocate them to students from other majors and lower-year students as well?" A voice broke through the deadlock.

The people who had been interrogating Du Fei looked up and saw a tall young man standing in front of them, his handsome features glaring at them angrily.

"Zhou, classmate?" "Zhou, classmate!" "?" The students from the Logistics Department Class 1 all exclaimed in surprise, not expecting to receive such support from their classmates in this situation.

Zhou Xiuwen immediately looked at Neville, who weakly called out "Brother" and seemed alright. He then gestured for Neville to step back. This guy was as weak as a chick, and his parents worried about him every day. The news had even reached his father's ears.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people opposite him changed immediately, and they sneered, "I thought it was someone who came out to uphold justice, but it turns out you're all in cahoots. I say, what's the point of you logistics department? You don't know anything and yet you come up here and take up so many spots, and you still have the nerve to say that."

"Oh, so you all know so much? Are you all guaranteed to become mech pilots someday? The light of mechs? Bringing blessings to all of humanity in the interstellar space? Should we kneel down and kowtow to you now, thanking you for the great contributions you are about to make to humanity in the interstellar space? As for the title... well, I forgot you've only studied for less than a semester, I don't even know if you've finished learning the theoretical knowledge yet. Let's wait until you've finished learning before congratulating you." Hillman finished this long paragraph without even taking a breath.

"Don't worry, if you're willing, I'll hire someone to broadcast your achievements on a rotating screen at the planet's main tower every time you reach a new level, so everyone knows how amazing you are. This will continue until you truly become mecha masters—as long as you can do it." *Verbal attack*2

Wow, Hillman's eloquence seems to have improved again; he can now combine sarcasm with biting irony. Even as one of their own, they can't help but marvel at his verbal skills. Jiang Hui and Huan Xian listened with their arms crossed, barely managing to suppress their laughter.

Clarence rubbed his forehead, seemingly unable to bear the sight. He guessed that the young master, who was usually very well-mannered, had never seen such a scene before and was feeling a little uncomfortable. Of course, he didn't forget to pull back the person who was almost jumping out of control when he got excited, lest he lose control and poke someone's nose, and then get beaten up.

The other person was indeed enraged by Hillman's words, their face turning pale and then purple: "And who are you? Are you one of them too?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"You're really good at meddling in other people's business, aren't you? What's it to you?" The other party calmed down and chuckled coldly. "I'm too lazy to talk to you big shots. What do you know about mechs? Do you think you can show off just because you pilot a mech? Save your breath. I advise you not to waste your time here. Go back and learn how to use your standard mechs first."

(End of this chapter)