The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 71 Captain
The school adopts small class education, with fewer students than her class on Earth, with only about thirty people in each class.

With only two minutes left until the agreed time, the classroom was still not full.

Jiang Hui was unsure whether the empty seat was because no one had come or it was simply an empty space.

Otherwise, those who didn't come are too bold... The class teacher sent a message telling them to report here at a certain time, and they still dared to be late. Didn't they see the words "they will bear the consequences"? Even through the screen, Jiang Hui could feel the subtle sense of strict discipline.

As time passed, no one entered the classroom anymore.

As the timer on the quantum computer turned 1:00, a slightly strange yet exciting ringtone sounded in the classroom.

"Tap...tap..."

A somewhat familiar yet orderly sound of footsteps rang out, and a figure strode into the classroom with measured steps, as if measured beforehand.

The door behind him slammed shut with a loud bang, as if it were moving on its own, filling the large classroom with a clatter that silenced everyone inside, causing them to unconsciously hold their breath.

A tall man in military uniform stood on the podium, his body upright and ramrod straight, his posture dignified. His muscles and bones were perfectly proportioned, not too much or too little. Even the curve of his mouth, the jawline of his chin, and the height of his shoulders seemed to have been measured precisely.

The mere presence of the opponent exuded a palpable sense of impending aggression, a powerful pressure that instantly dispelled any sense of composure and forced everyone to tense up in a defensive posture.

Before the man even entered and said anything, the students, who had been excited and lively just moments before, instantly fell silent, unconsciously sitting up straight and ramrod straight, as if afraid that the man in military uniform would spot them, grab them by the back of their collars, and throw them out of the classroom.

Jiang Hui was no exception; she had never before been so close to such a powerful soldier.

...That's not entirely true. In fact, she had been in close proximity to them. Just two weeks ago, she happened to witness the Third Legion capturing rebels at the Dongbo Group. The group was completely surrounded by the Legion's men, and she saw many heroic soldiers on the spot.

But this feeling is different from how she feels right now.

The soldiers she encountered at Dongbo Group were all in a state of restraint, like sharp swords sheathed, ready to strike but not yet unleashed, waiting for the commander behind the scenes to point the sword in a certain direction, at which point they would strike without hesitation and kill.

At the time, Jiang Hui was simply an ordinary civilian whom these soldiers needed to protect and who needed refuge. Their aggression was not directed at her, so Jiang Hui felt both intimidated and quite safe.

However, the sergeant in front of them, who was supposed to be their class advisor, was different. He was completely uninhibited at the moment, and his aura was directed at them, conveying a sense of wanting to tame them.

The sergeant was like an eagle, while they were like lambs who didn't understand their situation.

Both in terms of stance and presence, they were clearly at a disadvantage. This instinctively made Jiang Hui feel pressured and a great sense of crisis.

Speaking of which, she seems to have almost forgotten the curriculum of the combat individual training program that she looked up before the start of the semester. It seems to be entirely based on military training methods, right?
In other words, Jiang Hui suddenly realized that he would probably be in a military-style learning environment for the next year.

Even their trainers were very likely officers from the military—real soldiers. Jiang Hui unconsciously glanced at the other man's shoulder insignia. Excellent, black background with a single bar and three stars, indicating a junior officer-level sergeant, the same rank as his father in life.

Such a situation is rare in everyday life, except in military units where officers are numerous, and even more so in peaceful places like permanent star systems, where officers are considered to be of relatively high rank.

The fact that the first-year students at Besca Intermediate Academy were able to get a captain-level officer to teach them shows that the school's backing is indeed quite powerful.

But Jiang Hui felt like the whole day was almost dark, because becoming a real captain-level instructor meant her training would only become more difficult. Would she even be able to leave the combat individual training program alive...?

What could Jiang Hui do? She had no way out. She could only join her classmates in falling silent, holding her breath, and watching their homeroom teacher in complete silence.

The class teacher, whose name was still unknown, scanned the entire class, glancing briefly at each person's face. His expression was blank, devoid of any emotion, more like an inorganic scrutiny.

Finally, he said softly, "Is there anyone else who hasn't arrived?"

He had actually spoken very gently, his tone was very calm, but Jiang Hui instinctively felt a chill run down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she felt a huge sense of crisis, like a thorn in her side, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Of course, no one dared to respond, and no one really knew. After all, they were all newly acquainted classmates, and hadn't even memorized the class roster, so how could they know which audacious rascal dared to be late?

They were even praying that those classmates who were either late or genuinely forgot wouldn't show up at this time, so that after the meeting, the class advisor wouldn't be able to find them no matter what. But they really hoped that no one would put on a show in front of them, because they felt something terrible might happen.

Even though they weren't the ones who were late, everyone felt the oppressive aura emanating from their homeroom teacher and unconsciously folded their fledgling wings, shrinking like quails.

Jiang Hui initially thought the other person would continue asking classmates or calling roll. But it seemed they didn't want to waste time and directly activated their personal terminal, as if connecting to some kind of information network. Jiang Hui felt the personal terminal hanging on her chest automatically activate and project an information page.

Then, for each person in the class, a page displaying basic information is automatically generated.

Without even looking, he just tapped something on the computer and checked some boxes. Immediately, everyone saw the page projected on the computer go out.

The other person turned their gaze back and called out three or four names in a row, some long and some short, some male and some female. No one in the classroom responded, so they were probably the people who were late or absent this time.

The other person seemed to smile slightly, a faint curve to their lips.

But despite the smile, no one felt any sense of joy.

He seemed to whisper something to the other end of the personal terminal, his voice so soft that no one in the class could hear him. After speaking, he shut down the personal terminal. Immediately, the frightening look on his face disappeared, and he returned to the normal seriousness he had when he first entered. The atmosphere in the entire class relaxed.

(End of this chapter)