The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 391 Gift

Nie Erqi shook his head. This guy really is... He's always so serious. Talking to him often feels like being doused with cold water.

I really don't know how Jiang Hui put up with him before? This guy couldn't stand other people's spoiled brat attitude, but little did he know that he himself had quite a temper. He wouldn't even give a glance to people or things he didn't like.

In other words, he had worked with the other party for many years, and regardless of whether there was any mutual appreciation between them, there was still some friendship between them.

Fortunately, the other party's attitude seems to have softened in recent years, and they have become a little more humane. Perhaps it is because that person's departure made them cherish the little affection they already had.

But he wasn't exactly the same. He and Stark hadn't actually gotten along very well before; in fact, they were quite antagonistic. Well, actually, it was he who had a slight problem with Stark. Even if you're capable, there's no need to hold your head so high, to look down on everyone else; he was too arrogant.

However, as time went on, Nie Erqi discovered that this person wasn't the pretentious arrogant person he had imagined; he was genuinely a man of few words and many deeds. He preferred to "do" rather than "talk," so Nie Erqi gradually had fewer complaints about this person, but they still occasionally clashed due to their personalities.

Later, he suffered a terrible loss, nearly losing his life. Stark, who had previously seemed indifferent and dismissive of him, risked his life to save him, almost breaking both his arms in the process. From then on, he harbored a certain respect for this colleague deep in his heart.

Later, the person he admired in his youth died, and Stark's friend also died—in the same war, in the distant gaze of firelight.

Never before have their feelings been so close.

Stark, having lost his friend, became even colder and quieter. Although he continued to complete his missions as always, outwardly there was no sign of anything amiss. But how could Nie Erqi, a colleague who had worked with him for many years, not notice the deep-seated unease hidden within him? Jiang Hui's death had truly left an indelible shadow in his heart.

Perhaps to comfort each other, Nie Erqi shamelessly approached Stark, and the atmosphere between the two became much more amicable than before.

Years ago, Stark left the front lines and the capital city's fame and fortune because of his friend's dying wish. He went alone to a small planet in the star system to work as a teacher. Nielch missed his colleague very much and would take the initiative to contact him from time to time.

Upon hearing of his arrival, Nierqi, who was also about to embark on a mission, volunteered to give Stark a ride back to Planet 732.

After a moment of silence, the young man in front suddenly asked, "Have you packed everything?"

Stark, who was standing at the back of the observation deck with his hands behind his back, paused, remained silent for a moment, and then said in a flat voice, "Everything is packed up." As if to prove his point, he raised his hand and patted a small box on the observation platform.

It was a wooden box about an arm's length long, not tall, thin, and narrow; it actually resembled a box rather than a chest.

Stark clasped his hands together, placed them on the box, and patted it gently, as if greeting a good friend: "Everything's packed... Time to go home."

Nie Erqi was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood his unspoken meaning, and said with a helpless smile, "Okay, we'll take him home."

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Today is Saturday, and Jiang Hui has finished her task. She has nothing to do today, so she naturally won't go to the library.

In addition, Stark notified her at the last minute that she needed to deliver Jiang Hui's belongings today. So Jiang Hui had a free day and didn't make any plans with anyone, just stayed in her dorm and did her own things.

Jiang Hui put down what she was holding, stood up, and yawned widely. Suddenly feeling annoyed, she stopped burying herself in studying the parts. It wasn't that she couldn't sit still, but rather that she had been doing it for too long. From the moment she entered the consciousness space last night until now, aside from the five or six star-hours she had slept in the consciousness space, she had been working non-stop on studying mecha parts for over twenty star-hours, naturally making her quite mentally exhausted.

Adding to her confusion was the fact that she had just learned the exact process required to construct new objects within the consciousness space, which was causing her immense stress. She was currently preparing for tonight's experiment, and had been feeling tense ever since waking up in the consciousness space, as if anxiously awaiting some kind of "verdict."

However, after studying it all night and morning, she suddenly felt that she was being too anxious and should just let things take their course. Her current anxiety stemmed from the thought of what would happen if it didn't work out tonight.

It's better to lower expectations; maybe it will work again tonight. After all, the previous part also appeared unexpectedly when no one was paying attention.

"Beep beep...beep beep...beep beep...beep beep..." Jiang Hui immediately looked at the quantum computer.

She declined Hillman's invitation, telling them she had something to do that day, so the only person who could be contacting him right now was that other person.

"Exit here, school waiting area Y-916."

As expected of Stark, their message was as brief and direct as ever. This wasn't the first time Jiang Hui had received such an order; there wasn't even a hint of pleasantries.

Jiang Hui was used to the other party's style. She changed into a clean set of clothes, locked the dormitory door, and headed towards the location the other party had specified.

However, this time Stark didn't seem to bring his usual vehicle; instead, an unfamiliar spaceship was parked in Y-916. Its shape was sleek, and the connecting windows, made of some unknown material, shimmered with a faint blue light, obscuring the interior. The entire spaceship gleamed with a certain eerie glow in the sunlight, and its frame was a pleasing, immaculate silver-gray, adding a touch of solemnity to the vessel.

The side cabin of the spaceship popped open, and the ladder was lowered straight down. Jiang Hui did not rush over immediately, but instead watched from the side for a while with an observant look, until a voice came slowly from the cabin: "What are you standing there for? Come on up."

That was Stark's voice. Jiang Hui then slowly entered the cabin.

She thought Stark was the only one inside, but then she heard another voice in the cabin: "Long time no see, Little Jiang Hui."

The voice sounded slightly familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before, but not quite. At first glance, she couldn't immediately recognize who it was.

"I heard from your Uncle Tang that you won first place in the last orienteering competition. That's really amazing. I had to leave last time, but this time I brought the reward I promised you."

Jiang Hui remembered—wasn't this Nie Erqi, the instructor who had taught their class shooting before? Uncle Nie.

Nie Erqi: We both miss the same person so much, look how close we are...

Stark: When did you meet Jiang Hui?

Nie Erqi: No... I mean, our regrets have fallen on the same ground.

Stark: I am indeed saddened by my friend's sacrifice, but I feel that you are more regretful about your lost youth?
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(End of this chapter)