The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 79 Dan? Tang!
Jiang Hui was eventually led away by Stark's class teacher, who asked Lu Jin a lot of questions and seemed even more nervous than Jiang Hui herself.

Lu Jin didn't ask any more questions. He explained things to the Stark class teacher in more detail, which even gave Jiang Hui the illusion that the other party was the real person.

Finally, Lu Jin took Jiang Hui's report, saying he needed to send it to the public security bureau to avoid affecting her filing. He told Jiang Hui to come to the medical office for a check-up later when he had time to see how to treat her, and then he left.

Only Stark and Jiang Hui remained.

The other person had always maintained this serious demeanor, even their laughter seemed restrained, but the current almost oppressive atmosphere really made Jiang Hui slightly nervous.

And there was one thing she couldn't understand: why was this person so concerned about her affairs? He didn't seem like such a meticulous person.

Jiang Hui followed the other person for a while, when suddenly the person in front stopped and said, "Your father used to be just like you."

Jiang Hui was stunned. This was... her father... the original owner's father, wasn't he?

Did Stark Bank know the original owner's father?

"It's normal that you don't recognize me. I only saw you once when you were a month old. I never thought I would see you again more than ten years later." And that silly person who used to laugh and show off his child is no longer here.

Stark couldn't help but adjust his hat, the veins on his hands bulging, but his shoulders and back remained straight.

Jiang Hui suddenly remembered the marching logbook, which seemed to repeatedly mention a comrade named "Dan," with whom he seemed to have a very good relationship.

The class advisor is named Downstar, so it's unlikely to be the same person, right?
Jiang Hui's curiosity grew, and she couldn't help but tentatively ask, "The pill?"

Stark paused, his hand resting on the brim of his hat, and finally couldn't help but turn around and say, "You should call me Uncle Tang. Your foolish father has been calling me that wrong all these years, he can't even pronounce a name properly, and now he's corrupting you too."

Jiang Hui was stunned by the scolding. She had only tried it out, but it turned out to be true. And this was the name her father had written; she didn't even know if it was right or wrong…

But now she finally knows that Stark's class instructor and Jiang's father are old acquaintances, the same comrade "Dan" or Tang who appears repeatedly in the march logbook.

Leaving Lu Jin's place, Jiang Hui once again marveled at how small the world was. Turning around, she bumped into an old friend of the original owner's parents' generation. Although even the original owner herself had only "seen" that friend once, during the full moon.

"Alright, I'll settle the score with you later. You should go to training now; you've already wasted too much time." After exposing their relationship, Stark seemed less polite to Jiang Hui, becoming more casual but also more stern, which made Jiang Hui involuntarily tense up.

"Also, at school you should call me Mr. Stark or your homeroom teacher," the other person said, seemingly without any mercy. So... does that mean I should call him "uncle" outside of school?

After that, Jiang Hui received no further response from Uncle Tang. He hurriedly led her through many areas of the campus, eventually arriving at the training ground belonging to Class 89983-2.

The people there had been waiting for quite some time. Actually, it wasn't really a wait; Instructor Stark had ordered the students to stand at attention in fixed positions. As for whether anyone had slacked off, they would know now. Instructor Stark left Jiang Hui aside and began flipping through the video recordings, calling out a dozen or twenty names in a row. Many of those whose names were called immediately showed expressions of surprise and guilt; these were the people who had secretly moved their hands and feet while standing at attention.

They even caught the ones that were just slightly twitching with their fingers, leaving none behind.

“Regardless of the size of the movement, if you moved once, you will have to run ten more laps. If you moved more than five times, the extra laps will double. You can decide how many laps to run yourself. But if you ran less, you know what you're doing, so I don't think I need to emphasize it again.”

This track must be at least two kilometers long, so ten laps would be twenty kilometers, and fifty laps would be double that, which is two hundred kilometers... This is the kind of pace that would kill you.

The running track of a typical elementary academy is only about 200 meters long, and the standard running distance is around 20 to 30 kilometers. Students who can run 50 kilometers are already considered to be training like crazy. Those present never imagined that 50 kilometers might just be the beginning at this intermediate academy. They couldn't fathom how rigorous it would be beyond that.
Therefore, even though they were wary and fearful of Stark, they couldn't help but protest quietly, harboring their resentment.

"Is it possible for a human to travel 200 kilometers?"

"I didn't move at all. Something just fell down and got in my eyes, so I just swayed instinctively..."

"Won't I die after running this? My parents sent me to school to learn how to operate mechs, not to run laps." Dude, you could have spoken louder.

"What's going on? Aren't you deliberately torturing us?" Could you please keep your voice down a little?
……

The students who had violated the rules were very dissatisfied with the decision and were discussing it amongst themselves. They had all sorts of opinions, and when Stark didn't say anything, they became even more outrageous and raised their voices a little.

Uh... From Jiang Hui's perspective, she was completely stiff and dared not move, because she saw Stark's hands behind his back clenched into fists, veins bulging, and his emotions were not as calm as he appeared on the surface.

Are these people really going to continue? Aren't they crazy to go against the teacher like this?

"So, did I tell you to move? What did I say when I walked away? Didn't you think I couldn't see you, which is why you disobeyed orders and moved around recklessly? Now that you've been discovered, you should pay the price. There's nothing to say. But you seem to have a problem with what you're saying..."

Everyone froze, not because of Stark's bland words, but because he had one hand behind his back, looking down at them with a chilling aura honed from the hail of bullets on the battlefield. This time it was unreserved, unlike the previous restrained warning.

“I’ve said it before, if you want to study in my class, you have to follow my rules. If any of you have any objections or complaints, you can pack your bags and get out of here right now. Whether you can find another class to accept you is your own business. In short, if you don’t want to do this, don’t bother the other students here.”

The cold, harsh words struck down, making all the students in Class Two shudder. This time, their attitude was no longer one of tentative gamble, but one of genuine awe.

Because just now, they truly felt from their class teacher an extreme killing intent that could only be born from blood, tears, and gunpowder.

(End of this chapter)