The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 291 Standard Mech (Part 2)

Stark remained as composed and imposing as ever. His arrival changed the entire atmosphere, and a sense of tension seemed to rise in the air.

Although this person was their class advisor, after the military training and comprehensive review, the time he spent with the students of Class Two was no more than that of teachers of other subjects, except for a monthly summary meeting.

...Actually, that's not entirely true. Thinking back, they did have close contact with this class advisor. That included the formal military training and the comprehensive review sessions during the first two weeks of school. He would go through the replay videos and analyze each person's performance frame by frame, then praise or criticize them.

Of course, the former was almost nonexistent; he explicitly praised two people twice throughout the entire conversation.

Once, when Jiang Hui injured her leg while saving Huan Xian, he gave her a slight compliment on her excessive chain reaction at that moment. Then, however, he focused on severely criticizing her, saying she overestimated herself, that she had caused significant harm to both herself and the enemy, and that she was reckless, among other things. In any case, compared to the criticism that followed, his casual praise seemed almost forced and insincere.

Another instance was praise for Clarence, who executed a near-perfect ambush against a team while playing solo. While shortcomings were inevitably pointed out and criticized later, there were many more points of praise.

Aside from a few moments in their performances, almost everyone else offered criticism. Even some of Jiang Hui's actions, which others considered almost flawless, were specifically highlighted and criticized in detail.

The problem is that they weren't just looking for trouble; what they said was genuinely reasonable, so everyone naturally accepted it willingly.

Anyway, after the comprehensive explanation and review, they didn't see their class instructor much for the next two weeks. The instructor gave them one lesson on strategy theory and then disappeared again. However, it's said that all the practical classes afterward were taught by the instructor.

The information posted on the school's official website, even just a portion of the resume, is already quite impressive.

The fact that the other party was going to give them introductory training in mecha left everyone unsure whether to be happy or worried.

The good news is naturally that they'll have a skilled mecha instructor, allowing them to learn more skills. The worry is that everyone fears being criticized mercilessly again—that kind of psychological attack… no, there's no psychological attack at all; it's just objective criticism that makes you feel ashamed. Anyway, it's very discouraging.

The other party glanced at the students in the room, whose faces were all serious. His slightly cold gaze swept over the top of each of their heads, and the students, who had just been full of excitement, suddenly felt their minds go cold and calmed down.

"Have you all calmed down?" Stark asked calmly.

"Yes!" the crowd responded loudly and reflexively, as if they were still in military training.

"Very good, now that you've calmed down, it's time for class."

“Follow me.” Stark gestured for the students to follow.

Oh, so this isn't where we take mecha lessons.

The students of Class Two followed Stark as they approached a circular building. It was not tall, appearing quite low compared to the large buildings commonly seen in interstellar space, probably only a little over a hundred meters high. Moreover, it seemed that the roof was not yet finished, and the top appeared low and flat from below.

But faced with this unassuming building, the group became unusually excited. They all recognized it as the mecha battle arena that the school had specially built.

If Captain Stark hadn't been ahead, they probably would have continued their lively conversation, because through the open door they could see several pairs of metal structures, each over ten meters tall, which, judging by their structure, should belong to the legs of the mechs, with the outer layer gleaming with the unique luster of silver-plated steel.

Only after everyone passed through the specially made gate could they clearly see the true appearance of these mechs. Dozens of identical humanoid mechs stood silently in the extremely spacious battlefield. Although they were all curled up and "crouched" on the ground in some strange way, their overall height was still over twenty meters. It was unknown what their height would be if they were all standing up completely.

Even though they were just basic military-grade mechs, and even though they hadn't yet been infused with their own "souls," the sight of them lined up quietly, seemingly waiting for someone, still gave these students, who hadn't yet received formal training, a momentary shock.

This is the mech, which may one day become their partner. Perhaps one day they will pilot such powerful and awe-inspiring beings across the battlefield, striving to protect their homeland, even if they themselves are so insignificant.

Many people present remembered this scene for many years—

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get on! Are you waiting for me to arrange things for you?" Stark said to the students who were standing dumbfounded at the back.

"Go straight to it, no need for arrangements?" The students in Class Two were a bit dumbfounded.

In the past, when we were in shooting class, we would carefully distribute the training guns to each student one by one. But now that we're arranging for everyone to use mechs, they're just letting them choose for themselves?
Well, okay... they all look the same, and since they're all standard items, there's not much to choose from.

With just a glance, Jiang Hui could roughly determine that Hillman's information was probably correct. These were all standard D-class mechs, and the standards matched the official data without any error; they truly lived up to their reputation as mass-produced products from a military factory.

However, for most of the students who were unaware of the situation, these mechs were different. After receiving the instructions, everyone thought that they had to choose one as soon as possible and get the one that looked best to them, so as not to fall behind others.

Then a group of people rushed towards the mechs at almost the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.

This time, the instructor, Stark, ignored the chaos in the crowd and simply watched them with his arms crossed, giving them a cool and collected reminder to choose their classes politely, or else they wouldn't be able to attend his classes again.

Therefore, no one dared to go too far; what was called "grabbing" was actually just child's play, a mere attempt to seize control of the hilltop.

Those who didn't know much about mechs either clung to the mech's legs or stood in front of it to reserve a spot. Others, with better physical strength and stamina, climbed onto the mech in no time, looking down at the frantic crowd below and asserting their dominance.

However, most people don't know the right approach and resort to theories in twos and threes, such as "He/She was the one who first took a liking to this mecha."

As for Jiang Hui, he's neither in a hurry nor in a real hurry; in fact, he's quite serious.

She didn't compete with others; she just followed along and finally picked one in the corner of the front row.

Once she was sure no one around was interested in the mecha she had chosen, Jiang Hui stood in front of it, trying to recall how the rear compartment of the initial, undefined mecha model in the book was opened...

Jiang Hui separated a wisp of her spiritual energy and poked at a certain hole on the back of the humanoid mecha. Yes, she poked that spot with her spiritual energy.

With a "click"—

The rear hatch opened automatically.

(End of this chapter)