The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Which organization released Chapter 692?

Lieutenant Colonel He Yu was the youngest among the chief instructors, and his seniority was somewhat lacking, but he was just as talented as the other party. He had followed the Zhili Army Corps into battle after graduating from the Joint Military Academy.

He made significant contributions in over a dozen major battles against epidemics, and it is truly remarkable that he achieved the rank of lieutenant colonel at such a young age while holding a civilian position. His expertise in mecha is also widely recognized, and the school allocates considerable resources for his research and use every year in order to retain him for continued service.

This one is also mild-mannered, making his deputy seem more difficult to get along with. Fortunately, while these mecha engineers are ambitious, they all rely on their own abilities. Demonstrating combat achievements and research results is true strength. As for who respects the head of the position, what does that even mean?
Do you think all of them genuinely want to teach and nurture students? No, most of them are just looking to exploit resources in higher education institutions... well, to freeload off resources and incidentally teach others—that's how pragmatic they are.

When Commander Bona asked, He Yu didn't keep him in suspense and briefly explained Jiang Hui's attack strategy. He didn't go into the complicated details, just letting everyone know what Jiang Hui was using to KO A Ping, whose combat strength was not low.

He Zhongxiao, who is usually known for his peaceful temperament and equal treatment of everyone, and who is usually engrossed in his research, sounded unusually surprised.

Upon hearing this, the individual combat specialists were simply speechless... well, they didn't know how to comment.

Is this the kind of idea a normal student could come up with? It's too tricky and risky.

First, even if you know about the corrective rebound, who could think of using it to strike the enemy in such a short time during a fight? Aren't you afraid that if you try to control your waist like that, you might break your own waist instead of using the corrective rebound?

Secondly, how exactly did she manage to do that? Controlling a mecha to perform such a difficult maneuver, even with corrective rebound, requires precise angle of force and timing of attack to hit the target; otherwise, it's just a wasted effort. How did Jiang Hui manage to calculate all of this and execute it in less than half a minute of buffer time? This goes beyond mere talent; this feat alone deserves to be called a stroke of genius.

Even Xu Dinglan, who was somewhat dissatisfied with Jiang Hui's constant "misbehavior," couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with her behavior.

He was also a veteran of the battlefield, and while he was generally upright, he wasn't exactly a paragon of virtue. After all, he was a seasoned soldier; everyone knows that all's fair in war, and in a physical fight, if you can win, no one will necessarily question whether the methods used were despicable. Besides, Jiang Hui's methods weren't exactly despicable; they were simply a bit unusual.

Anyway, it's not certain that anyone else could have done it, but this person did it, clearly and obviously right in front of them, leaving these veteran soldiers speechless for a moment.

"Well... does this mean it counts?" a teacher from the logistics department asked, somewhat doubtfully.

Jiang Hui's slight modification to the data stream during this trip can be considered exploiting a loophole; perhaps, as she herself said, she was simply taking advantage of a bug, and the operation log was garbled. Will she be penalized by the system for violating regulations or receiving no points?

This was exactly what some people wanted to hear, and upon hearing this, they all looked at the enlarged recording screen.

A sigh rippled through the conference room. They weren't lamenting anything in particular, but rather that the system had actually given Jiang Hui a score for her reckless actions. Jiang Hui's actions had been deemed legitimate, earning her an S-level performance rating. Wait, system, weren't you just displaying gibberish?!

This is outrageous. Even Ye Min, who had been quite optimistic about Jiang Hui just moments before, was somewhat stunned. Seeing that kid's name suddenly climb soar in the overall rankings, directly entering the top thirty, with the twenty-odd people ahead of him all having several A-level operation ratings, Jiang Hui had a ton of DCBs, totaling about five A-levels, not even as many as the thirtieth-ranked player combined. But one S-level rating directly propelled Jiang Hui past the nine below the thirtieth, jumping to twenty-first place.

Ye Min's eyebrows twitched involuntarily. He pressed his nose and turned to ask Fu Xuan beside him, "Do you think she was just warming up before and didn't really go all out? If we give her enough time and space, she can pull off a whole bunch of S-level maneuvers like this."

Fu Xuan was speechless for a moment and could only shake his head. He was usually good at communicating but didn't know how to respond to his superior's question.

At the same time, not only the Joint Military Academy headquarters, but also the ten major universities discovered the same scene. Everyone was silently crying out in their hearts: Where did these strange students come from?
Who released this lunatic? Can we take her back? Please don't let her cause trouble for our family!
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The First Military Academy's meeting hall, which should have been filled with lively discussions, was now eerily silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

If anyone were here at this moment, they would probably be so intimidated by the solemn atmosphere that they would be unable to move.

Well, right now many people inside are really unable to move because a special guest came here not long ago.

The principal, who had been sitting at the head of the table, has stepped down and made way for the people on his left and right.

The commander of the 23rd Army Corps, Dorenti, sat opposite a young man dressed as a general, on either side of him.

Then, the top seat was empty, but a 3D projection appeared behind it, showing a person sitting idly at the other end.

The man was draped in a thick, scarlet cloak, which made his face appear even paler, but his eyes were bright and piercing. He was composed, his shoulders relaxed, and his head held low, yet he inspired a sense of inferiority in others. His brows and eyes exuded an imposing authority that commanded respect.

Although he wasn't physically present, the mere projection of the image made everyone in the room feel tense.

No one was unfamiliar with him, or rather, everyone in the entire empire knew him. He once represented the imperial military, the embodiment of imperial victory, and his proud symbol was the glory of the imperial people, a legacy that still holds true today. Only now, he is more deeply hidden, more untouchable.

Although his successor is about to enroll in this year's class, no one would have expected that he would personally participate in this spectator event.

Was he here to see the successor's performance? But that young master didn't apply to the top military academy this year.

(End of this chapter)