The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 412 Offended
Herrera is considered one of the top students in this year's mecha department. He is in the best class in the department, and his class advisor is Qiu Yu, who is considered the best intermediate mecha pilot in the past decade. He enjoys the best resources and has also caught up with the great time when Beska Intermediate Academy is making great strides. Everything has gone smoothly since the start of the semester, so he speaks with great pride.

After more than half a semester of study, the class structure has become clearer, and it's now fairly easy to tell who has more talent in this area. Herrera is clearly one of the best among them.

Unlike many of his classmates, while everyone else was still confused about various professional courses, he was already able to learn all kinds of extended mecha knowledge. He was adept at the modules taught by the teachers and was naturally very popular among his classmates.

Beska Intermediate Academy has poured considerable resources and effort into its two key programs: the Mecha Department and the Combat Individual Department. Even students within these programs can feel the school's emphasis and preferential treatment in every aspect. This sense of community is subtle and can easily lead some younger students to mistakenly believe that the school values ​​them personally, thus causing them to become complacent.

Of course, there will be a major event after this to help them quickly recognize themselves, but it's not now yet.

However, some people who have not yet been beaten down by society are starting to move beyond mere pride and arrogance and are beginning to seek more attention from the outside world. They first target some of the seemingly weaker groups in their grade—like now.

Herrera had long been dissatisfied with the school's arrangements for this large class. When he first received the notification, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get in, and sure enough, his efforts were in vain; he couldn't get in at all. Before his homeroom teacher, Qiu Yu, informed him, he was almost in a state of manic frustration and self-pity, especially after hearing on the way that a student from a regular class had managed to get in, which made him feel deeply resentful.

Why? Why should they, as mecha pilots, have to compete with other majors for courses that are clearly unnecessary for many people? How can they possibly appreciate the beauty of mecha? At most, they can only join in the fun and watch for a while, yet they take up the spots of those who truly need them. Why?!

Therefore, even after Qiu Yu distributed the spots, and Herrera unsurprisingly received one, he remained extremely dissatisfied with what he considered a completely unreasonable allocation. This dissatisfaction has continued to this day, as they encountered Du Fei and his group on the road.

If it were just a chance encounter, it wouldn't be a big deal. As Zhou Xiuwen said, with so many people from outside his field coming, who could he possibly control? However, those few people just happened to step on his landmines.

What does "We weren't planning on coming, but later..." mean? What does "We don't understand this either" mean? What does "We'll go home early after class" mean?
Herrera felt a surge of anger when she thought about how her much-anticipated course had almost been taken away by these people, and she couldn't help but clash with the logistics students.

Despite the brief argument, many things came to light. The one who said "I didn't originally plan to come" was ill and had initially wanted to give up his seat to a classmate, but was persuaded to come by the class teacher. As for the other two, they meant to persuade the other to seek medical attention after class, but Herrera misunderstood them in his moment of agitation.

Even if this reason was reasonable, it still couldn't quell Herrera's anger. He already harbored resentment, and he still believed that Neville, who was ill and unfamiliar with mechs, was wasting teaching resources and was simply using this incident and people to vent his anger.

Du Fei and Du Fei were already worried about their friend's health and originally wanted to let things go, but they were completely enraged by the other party's aggressive attitude. The two sides then clashed, which led to the scene that Jiang Hui and the others had witnessed earlier.

Jiang Hui: You're such a nosy person! And—you were already spouting nonsense, and then you started making sweeping generalizations against everyone else. Aren't you afraid of getting ganged up on?

"What do you mean? Heh, all the mecha pilots I've met before were either dedicated to their studies or concerned about the country and its people, doing their best to solve the empire's problems. But you, a mecha pilot of some noble status, haven't even accomplished anything yet and you're already looking down on other individual soldiers. Without the roughnecks you're talking about, what are you doing studying mecha? Why don't you come over to our combat individual soldier department building and shout a few words, and see if you can walk out of the building safely?" Hillman was the first to get angry.

What the hell? The people he admired most in his life were the mech soldiers who contributed their combat power to the empire, but this person called them "roughnecks" and "don't understand mechs." This made him even angrier than when he heard the other person's words directed at him.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hui and the others immediately showed anger in their eyes, and the entire space instantly turned cold. Many unfriendly gazes were immediately directed at the person in the middle. Of course, the person in question had not yet realized just how wrong his words were.

The group of mecha students who had been following Herrera's lead all felt something was amiss. One of them quickly went up and pulled Herrera back, who was about to say something, and whispered a reminder. However, the boy seemed to show a hint of annoyance on his face, but he still stubbornly refused to utter a word.

A few students who were clearly from the mecha department, perhaps afraid of causing trouble, stepped forward somewhat awkwardly. The person who had just reminded them came forward with an embarrassed smile: "Classmates, it's time for class. This was all a misunderstanding. How about we all compromise? Otherwise, if we all block the way here, it won't be good if we delay Professor Carlo's class for a while."

He nodded to the other side and pushed Herrera in the other direction, hoping to end the matter abruptly.

"Young man, don't you feel ashamed of what you just said?" A cold voice came from behind: "Slandering Imperial soldiers in public with the intention of defaming Imperial martyrs is considered a crime of provoking trouble, and serious offenders may be sentenced to short-term imprisonment."

"Please apologize for your inappropriate words just now." Huan Xian was still standing in the same spot, but he no longer had the casual posture of crossing his arms. His eyes were like a sharp knife, adding a touch of coldness and fear to those who looked at him.

this person.
Herrera didn't know why he was afraid of a student in the same grade as him. He only knew that this person had a sense of oppression that even his father, who worked in the patrol team, did not have, which made him surrender without any resistance, and he didn't care about his face and prestige that he had previously cared about.

He wanted to finish speaking immediately and leave this place; the feeling of being locked on by some kind of terrifying beast made it hard for him to breathe.

(End of this chapter)