The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 414 Beginning

Jiang Hui couldn't really guess what was going on in the boy's mind, but she could roughly guess what kind of childish thoughts he was having. She didn't press the child for details, and just smiled and let it go.

Although the group had just experienced such a attention-grabbing farce outside, class was class, and there were only so many seats in the front row, so they naturally had to sit in the back since they arrived late.

Several people lamented their miscalculation, having been so focused on supporting others outside that they hadn't even thought to send someone in first to reserve a seat. It was just a seat, after all; they figured it didn't matter whether they sat near or far from the teacher.

When Zhou Xiuwen arrived, the group sat in a row at the back, chatting quietly about what had just happened.

As he got closer, he could vaguely hear Hillman's slightly louder voice: "...That guy doesn't even seem to care how many senior brothers and sisters from the combat individual department are around. He's probably offended them all this time. If word gets out, even if he achieves something in the future, he'll probably be cursed to death once it's exposed."

This guy really is... sometimes he just doesn't know how to control his mouth. Zhou Xiuwen shook his head inwardly. Although it was the truth, there was no need to say it in public; it was too ostentatious. It's better to offend a gentleman than a petty person. The more people are around and the more relaxed you are, the more you should restrain yourself. It seems I need to find time to remind this little scatterbrain.

The others all saw Zhou Xiuwen walking over and moved aside to make room for him.

"Why did you come over?" Jiang Hui asked, somewhat puzzled. She had assumed he would just go to class with his classmates; wouldn't he offend someone by abandoning everyone and coming over like this?
“I came with you guys… there’s no reason to switch teams halfway through,” Zhou Xiuwen said nonchalantly. “Besides, it’s the same everywhere.”

Those guys were practically the class's regular partners, so it would be inappropriate for him to join in. Once he was sure Neville was alright, he turned back over here.

"Xiuwen, is that Neville someone you know?" Hillman asked curiously.

The question was a bit awkward. Logically speaking, Zhou Xiuwen was in the same class as those three, so how could he not know them? But Zhou Xiuwen knew what Hillman wanted to ask, probably whether he was already familiar with Neville before starting school.

Of the three logistics students, Du Fei and Jiang Xingyun were both girls, and the only male student among them was Juan Neville, who looked rather weak.

The term "brother" is rarely used. It was initially popular among people of Chinese descent, later adopted by upper-class noble families, and nowadays is generally used by children from close-knit families within the same social class. Classmates would never call each other "brother" for no reason.

Hillman was considered one of the upper echelons of the empire. He had called others by name when he was a child, but he didn't seem to have heard of a family called Neville.

Zhou Xiuwen nodded, then shook his head: "Not really. His mother used to be my father's colleague. They had some contact when they were young, but they weren't very close."

"From the military, huh? No wonder..." Hillman's curiosity lasted only a moment before his attention was quickly diverted.

He put his hand on Jiang Hui's shoulder and whispered: "Classmate Jiang really gave us a good reputation. That guy didn't cultivate his reputation and talked nonsense. We were almost mad at him. If it weren't for the fear of being caught by the teacher and giving him a demerit, I would have beaten him on the spot."

Clarence glanced at Hillman, who was making a checkmark gesture, and thought to himself... So his pull just now wasn't unnecessary; if given the chance, this guy might actually dare to hit someone.

“If you had made a move, you would already be in the academic affairs office right now,” Huan Xian suddenly poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Ah, uh..." Hillman deflated abruptly like a popped balloon. Indeed, if he had actually made a move and been caught by Carlo along with that man, the nature of the matter would have changed—

Regardless of whose fault it was initially, or what inappropriate things Herrera said... the one who's at fault will probably be Hillman, who might even manage to disappear under the guise of being the victim. Just thinking about that outcome makes me furious.

"You... think more before you speak and act, don't be too impulsive. If you can use your words, don't use your hands; if you can deal with someone directly, don't use your words. If you can make someone suffer, then it's best not to do anything at all." Jiang Hui took the opportunity to educate him, intending to make the young master realize that life is not a wish-fulfillment novel, and not to think too simply every day.

The boy nodded somewhat dejectedly, but he seemed to have taken it all in.

Seeing his listless appearance, Jiang Hui felt a little sorry for him, and then changed the subject: "Besides—this kind of revenge isn't satisfying enough."

Hillman seemed to spring to life, instantly perking up: "Is there another way... to be even more enjoyable?"

Jiang Hui did not respond.

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Although there was a slight hiccup before the course started, it did not affect the course proceeding as scheduled, and no one would be so inconsiderate as to bring up that little incident.

All the students and teachers, including the group that had just caused the commotion, took their seats as scheduled. The entire auditorium was quiet and orderly, as if nothing had happened.

As expected, this course was so popular that it overwhelmed the entire academic affairs system. The experience wasn't just about scrambling for class slots; even just being there in person was a sight to behold – the huge auditorium was packed with people, practically half the school was there.

The two rows on the right in the front row were specially invited people from all walks of life. Some students noticed that there were several elderly soldiers in military uniforms with rows of medals pinned to their left chests. Their expressions were solemn, and they were clearly veterans who had been through many hardships on the battlefield.

Carlo was clearly used to this kind of scene. He entered the auditorium right on time and walked to the front of the lecture hall.

"Welcome everyone, I am your speaker, Sheda Caro. Today's topic is an introductory analysis of a classic mecha. As you may know, it comes from my early work, 'Fire Series'."

"Because this design is entirely my own independent research and development, and many aspects are based on my personal calculations, it may differ from the data of many classic models. If you have different opinions or even new ideas for improvement, please feel free to discuss them with me; I would be very happy to hear them."

"I have always believed that mecha manufacturing is a vibrant discipline that needs constant change and improvement. Anyone—regardless of experience or knowledge—can participate as long as their arguments are reasonable and well-founded, so that both they and the mecha can grow," the scholar stated emphatically.

He seems to have never changed. Even when faced with difficulties, being harassed, or losing his once-admired status, his original aspiration has remained unchanged.

He was a 'true mech pilot', just as he himself described.

(End of this chapter)