The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 410 Frightened
The child, who has been growing taller recently, rushed over as soon as he saw Jiang Hui and the others, as excited as if he were going on a picnic.

He didn't notice that the group all looked serious, as if they were discussing something important.

However, he soon noticed something was wrong: "Ah Hui, how come you look like you've lost a lot of weight overnight?"

The people next to him also looked worried.

Because it was really obvious, just one night later—yesterday they were still getting together to grab classes, but today when I saw Jiang Hui again, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight overnight, and the bones in her face looked even more jagged due to dehydration and obvious thinness.

This symptom is quite bizarre even in interstellar space; something must have happened to her yesterday that had a huge impact on her bodily functions.

"Jiang, do you want to ask for leave to go to the infirmary? You can skip today's class," Zhou Xiuwen said seriously. He noticed Jiang Hui's condition was not right yesterday; she looked weak and tired.

Unexpectedly, her condition seemed to worsen overnight, and she became somewhat distorted.

The medical conditions here in interstellar space are very good. Most diseases that are not caused by genes or original viruses can be treated. There is almost no concept of terminal illness here. Most people die from organ failure or various sequelae caused by pathogens.

Moreover, most interstellar people have excellent physical fitness, and even children rarely get sick. For someone like Jiang Hui to lose more than five or six pounds in one night is clearly a sign of a problem.

Under such circumstances, today's class time naturally becomes irrelevant.

Jiang Hui waved her hand, indicating for the third time that she really didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere.

She was startled when she woke up in the morning. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, sweated profusely and felt sticky all over, and her feet felt light as a feather. She thought it was because she had slept too long, since she had gone to bed at around 7 p.m. last night and slept straight through until 6 a.m., eleven hours in a row, which was making her very anxious.

She got up to wash up before the time was up, intending to get ready and leave early. But when she looked up in the mirror, she almost didn't recognize the person in the reflection. Who is this?!

It took Jiang Hui a while to accept that the person in the mirror, so thin that her cheekbones were almost showing, was herself. She thought she had traveled through time again after taking a nap.

But can anyone tell her what happened last night? How could she lose so much weight after sleeping for more than ten hours?
Jiang Hui looked at his arm, now just a skeleton, and the empty space in his uniform, and fell into deep thought. Could it really be because of what happened in the consciousness space last night?

However, apart from the sudden weight loss and a slight feeling of blood deficiency, Jiang Hui had no other discomfort. On the contrary, she was quite energetic, much better than the inexplicable drowsiness she had experienced a few days ago.

So this morning, she tidied herself up and went out as usual, and sure enough, her friends questioned her. Jiang Hui herself couldn't explain what happened, so she didn't know how to explain it to them. She could only try her best to tell them that nothing was wrong.

Hillman's arrival clearly did not provide her with any respite; now that she had another person to talk about her, why would she want to turn back now that she had come this far?
"Beep beep—"

Jiang Hui glanced down at the letter; it was from Stark. He told her that Therapist Lu had returned early from his business trip and would be on duty in the afternoon, asking her to come over for a check-up. This suited her perfectly, and Jiang Hui quickly used it as a "get-out-of-jail-free card," temporarily silencing her friends' protests.

However, the group was slightly dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude, but they couldn't say anything to her, so they had to give up.

The group walked towards the auditorium in a casual manner. This large lecture was probably the largest course the school had ever organized. Ordinary classrooms and even conference rooms could not meet its needs, so the school approved the use of the auditorium, which was reserved for major events, for teachers and students.

Yes, the teachers and some specially invited members of the public were also in attendance. That's why Hillman regretted that his father was away on business and couldn't attend the event; otherwise, his father would have been among those listening.

"These classes were incredibly hard to get into. Only a few hundred first-year students managed to get spots. I heard that even though several class advisors in the mecha department helped, they only managed to get around a hundred spots. Some classes only had a tiny fraction of their students get them." Hillman, that little know-it-all, really knew a bit about everything. In just one day, he had gathered all the details about this class-grabbing incident.

"Was it really the teacher who helped snatch it? I thought they were just joking." Zhou Xiuwen didn't care much about these kinds of things, and he didn't bother to find out if it was true.

"Yes, how could it not be? Otherwise, why would the school's network crash? I heard that apart from the random portion, the rest were distributed through different ports, so that teachers of each grade could operate according to their needs." Although this sounds a bit fake, the number of slots is limited, and they can't really let students operate freely.

It's important to understand that there are talented students among them. If loopholes are exploited and abused, it would be truly unfair and could easily lead to uneven resource allocation. Therefore, the school has set up two different methods for allocating quotas.

First, there's the truly random portion, which is pre-selected by the system, allowing them to smoothly enter and select courses. The ports for this group are pre-configured, so there won't be any obstacles. The so-called "screen flickering" is simply the portion that wasn't selected.

The remaining slots will be allocated on a point-by-point basis, with representatives from each grade's professional teachers making the selections. Those who are quick and agile enough can select more, while those who are slower won't end up with none. There are upper and lower limits, so it's quite fair.

Hillman was someone I heard about from my father during a later phone call. Luckily, they had Huan Xian, otherwise they would have had to leave it to fate.

"Jiang, who came from your class? There are only a few in my class, you probably recognize them all," Hillman asked.

There are many students in the combat individual soldier department, but they are not the main students who need to take this course, so naturally there are not many of them. If they are further distributed among the classes, it is already quite good if each class has a few people.

Class 1, Class 2, and Class 3 each received five spots. Class 1 naturally chose the students with the best overall scores, or even none at all, which was beyond question, hence Hillman's comment that they were familiar faces. Jiang Hui, having already been selected, didn't pay attention to how the spots were allocated in her class; she only knew that several familiar faces had arrived. She and Clarence had secured their spots themselves, so their class had more than seven spots available.

Jiang Hui was about to say something when she noticed a familiar figure ahead—it was—

"Didn't you see the school's notice? It clearly states that there are no restrictions on majors! Can't you see that now?"

(End of this chapter)