The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 417 Unrelated to Major
“It seems you students are all a bit shy to speak up. That’s alright. Actually, you don’t necessarily need to be involved in any professional knowledge. I just wanted you to give a general overview of your thoughts,” Carlo explained somewhat helplessly.

Unfortunately, no one in the auditorium responded.

"Then I'll just randomly pick someone to answer." Seeing everyone tense up instantly, Carlo was a little amused and exasperated. "Don't be so nervous, am I that scary? It's just asking you to answer a question. It's okay, I'll give you extra points even if you don't answer well, and I won't scold you."

The points added were directly to the student's personal credits, which was a significant amount, as not every teacher is qualified to add this to their courses. The instructor truly lived up to their reputation as a senior teacher, earning points simply by answering a question.

However, his statement did pique the interest of some students, who secretly began to think about their answers.

"Well then, let me take a look. Hmm... the student with degree number 079326 should be a student in the Mecha Department, majoring in this field... Very good, please stand up and answer." Carlo wasn't just saying that; he actually used the teaching system to select someone immediately and called out their name in front of everyone.

Jiang Hui and the others were waiting to see how others would respond, but when they saw the figure standing up in the front row, they were all stunned.

Wait, really? What a coincidence?
"This is simply...unbelievable! How could it hit the target like that, or was it—"deliberate?

Jiang Hui shook his head, thinking it probably wasn't. The other party's words were indeed excessive, almost offending an entire respectable group. However, given Carlo's personality, a direct reprimand on the spot would have resolved the issue; he would never retaliate in such a way.

But it really was a coincidence, and the other person was really unlucky... He had just been scolded by the teacher and lost face, and now he was called on to ask a question that sounded very difficult. I felt sorry for him.

“Students from the mecha department should be able to say something,” Zhou Xiuwen said somewhat casually.

Actually, what happened just now was nothing more than a verbal argument. They're all classmates, and neither of them was thinking about how the other would be punished or ostracized by everyone. They were just trying to prove a point. Now that the other person has been punished, it's over. There's no need to dwell on it; it only makes the other person unhappy and adds to your own.

So right now they're more interested in watching the show, wanting to see if this arrogant guy's talent can live up to his pride.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, he did not panic when suddenly called upon, nor did he show the embarrassment and timidity he had felt not long ago when criticized by the teacher. Instead, he straightened his back even more, as if he did not want anyone to see any weakness in him.

This did slightly change the minds of those who had developed a bad impression of him because of what had just happened.

Carlo looked at the student he had randomly chosen and was somewhat surprised. What a coincidence! But it didn't matter... he would let him see if the other person was really capable.
Just as Jiang Hui had thought, Carlo was not a petty person. He dealt with his thoughts and grievances on the spot and wouldn't actually punish Herrera for a slip of the tongue; he just had a slightly bad impression of the student.

On the contrary, he felt that... if the other party did indeed have some talent, then he would inevitably need to guide them more in the future. What the other party had said earlier was really outrageous.

Seemingly having received some kind of signal, Herrera felt much more at ease.

He didn't actually have a very clear answer, because Carlo's question was too technical, not something a student could answer professionally. But the fact that he could find a suitable line of thought and even get a general direction was already quite remarkable.

Carlo nodded inwardly, though his expression remained impassive; the child did indeed possess some talent.

However, the other party's response still didn't impress him. He gestured for Herrera to sit down and loudly praised, "Not bad." Half a star later, Herrera stared blankly at the communication from his personal terminal, which showed that Senior Instructor Carlo had recently awarded him thirty personal points. He was somewhat stunned.

His classmates were still happy for him: "Herrera, you really did it! Now those people can't say you offended Professor Carlo, right?"

It turned out that not long ago, after Herrera received that reprimand, the few classmates from the mecha department who had been surrounding him ran away as if they were avoiding a plague, without even saying goodbye. They had been so nice to Herrera when they asked him questions, but after this incident, they ran away faster than anyone else.

Although Herrera was in the wrong this time, they didn't stop him, did they? In fact, several of them encouraged him on the spot, making them blatant accomplices, including Herrera himself.

But he admitted it, Herrera admitted it, but the others ran away as if nothing had happened, and you could even hear their sneers and mockery as they left.

How can there be such shameless people in this world? They admit their mistakes, but they turn around and pretend to be innocent and nothing happened. It's truly hateful.

Since Professor Carlo was able to say "not bad" and ask such a normal question in class, then this matter is over. Let's see how those people will gossip about it afterward.
Herrera, standing beside him, wasn't as happy as he'd expected; instead, she seemed somewhat dazed. The glaring personal points displayed on her personal terminal stung her eyes; the emotionless official message inexplicably filled her with a sense of shame.

He was really wrong... he was wrong.

Jiang Hui and the others on this side were unaware that the person on the other side who had stubbornly refused to admit his mistake had now frankly admitted it. They were still waiting to see who Carlo would call next.

“Sigh…” Hillman sighed, whether out of regret or emotion, without saying anything, but his friends understood the hidden meaning in his words.

"His answer was actually quite good," Jiang Hui commented.

“Even this teacher Carlo said so, so he must really have some talent. It’s a pity… his mind has gone astray. I hope he can come to his senses in the future,” Zhou Xiuwen said, shaking his head.

Huan Xian neither agreed nor disagreed.

"Now, next—student with degree number 072698, please stand up and answer the question. Hmm, let me see… Jiang Hui from the Combat Individual Soldier Department." Then a voice suddenly came from above.

Jiang Hui was dumbfounded. She and her friends exchanged bewildered glances, then she pointed to her nose. Was he calling... her?

Jiang Huiyou looked uncertainly at the person on the stage, meeting those smiling eyes: ?!
Coincidence? Absolutely impossible! The other party must have done this on purpose, Jiang Hui roared inwardly.

(End of this chapter)