The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 437 Summary (Part 2)

"Alright, everyone, get out of your mechs and assemble. Anyone else still not out? Classmates, please count heads and then help them out. If anyone feels unwell, please report it immediately; don't push yourself." This was relayed by Captain Lin Qi, the considerate class advisor of Class Three.

Although these children were fiercely competitive on the field, they were all very well-behaved in front of their homeroom teacher. Moreover, there were other teachers present besides their own, and they couldn't afford to let their class lose face in front of others.

Therefore, they showed great unity, and even the students who were usually quite independent helped each other more.

It is evident that the school's decision to implement joint class teaching demonstrates foresight, as it immediately fostered a sense of class honor and unity. However, it remains to be seen whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for the several classes with their distinct styles.

Fortunately, the class instructors were quite measured in their actions. Although a small number of students did faint from the shock, it was only temporary, and everyone eventually gathered safely in the large training room.

"Everyone, how was today's warm-up session?" Captain Lin Qi asked with a smile.

Children: ...

"What's with those expressions? I told you this is a warm-up class. Did you think it was just about riding around the training field in your mechs? Of course, there will be real training. Today is just a warm-up. When classes officially start next month, it won't be this intense, so all of you better be alert."

"Alright, since you won't tell me... then I'll pick someone. Aris—"

Aris Lava, whose mental strength level was average, had not yet recovered from his weakened state when he heard his homeroom teacher call his name.

Ares: ...Are you just targeting us siblings? Why don't you ask Zhu An next door? That guy's eagerness to show off is practically overflowing.

However, since his own homeroom teacher wanted to highlight a typical example, he had no choice but to stand up, no matter how unwilling he was.

How about that? Isn't this an execution on the spot? Aris was somewhat embarrassed to talk about his previous behavior.

His sister, Pavla, was undoubtedly the best in Class 3, Aris had always been confident of that, but the problem was that his brother was performing terribly.

If he were one of those who were swept away by a single kick, that would be one thing, since in terms of his mental strength level, he would be considered to be among the bottom tier in Class 1, 2, and 3.

The problem was that he didn't even realize what was happening, or rather, he realized it but couldn't dodge in time. His teammates, who tripped him up, knocked him down face-first, leaving him completely stunned and unable to recover for a long time. By the time he recovered, the situation was almost over.

The homeroom teacher must have done it on purpose! How is he supposed to answer that?

Ares was a child who dared to admit his mistakes. He said crisply, "Reporting to the class teacher, I only have one feeling today, which is—" He drew out his words and then said loudly, "I am really too weak! I need to strengthen my training and work harder in the future."

Wait, are you really that honest? It feels like you've said everything... What are we going to do if the class teacher asks them about this later? The others were also a bit dumbfounded, unsure whether to admire Aristotle's shrewdness or worry about how to answer when they were called on.

As expected, Lynch was very satisfied. Without even asking Aris to sit down, he immediately called on Pavla next to him to speak as well. It was clear the other side had their eyes on the Lava family; they wouldn't rest until they'd completely ruined them.

Upon receiving a look from his older brother, Pavla immediately reacted: "Reporting to the class teacher, I think my brother is right. We are both too weak, and there is still so much we need to learn. Thank you for your painstaking guidance."

Lin Qi scoffed with interest upon hearing this: "Really... you little rascals." He then stopped pointing fingers and said to everyone in a serious tone: "Although the summary is very rough and unbearable to listen to, it does hit the nail on the head: you are all very weak, too weak."

"If we were to throw you onto the battlefield right now, you probably wouldn't last even a second, let alone defend the empire. You would only be a burden."

"I advise you that if you continue with this attitude towards learning, thinking that this level of operation is enough... even if you are lucky enough to get to the battlefield, you will only be waiting to die. So I hope you understand the kind of danger you are about to face, and don't treat this as a scenario game, that could really be fatal."

His words left everyone with mixed feelings. The simple words gradually quieted down the middle school students in the room, who seemed lost in thought.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for his two students to educate the rest of the class, Lin Qi handed the scene over to two other people.

Stark took the second spot. Unlike Lynch, he was more detail-oriented, directly naming names, especially those who performed exceptionally well—of course, the particularly bad ones.

For example, there's a teammate who's slow to react, has terrible mental fortitude, trips over his own feet and ends up hitting his companion; or a treacherous guy who lacks sportsmanship in a fight; or Clarence, whose fatal flaw was revealed when he was instantly killed by Zou Yi.

Every word was spoken without a single insult, yet everyone felt as if they had been thoroughly humiliated.

Those from other classes who made the same mistake could only listen with an awkward smile, feeling as if they had been scolded from afar.

Good heavens, how did this person manage to record so many students' mistakes, and even meticulously list them out one by one...? Is this really the homeroom teacher of Class Two? This is too meticulous, it's suffocating.

Finally, there was Zou Yi, the class advisor for Class 1. For some reason, he didn't rush to speak first this time, and he didn't interrupt the other two class advisors while they were speaking. He seemed frighteningly gloomy.

The students in Class One seemed to sense this unusual atmosphere as well, and they all appeared somewhat hesitant to breathe too loudly.

He walked up to Holly in the front row with a somber expression and said, "You also think you did a good job this time?"

Holly's face was tense, and she didn't speak. The two of them were equally gloomy at this moment, and they didn't speak for a long time, which made the atmosphere in the entire training field somewhat oppressive.

"Go back and reflect on your actions," the young man said condescendingly, issuing an ultimatum to the boy.

The other two class advisors frowned upon hearing this, but since Holly wasn't their student, they knew that interfering might incur Zou Yi's displeasure, so they had no choice but to hold back.

The students below couldn't help but murmur amongst themselves. Wasn't Holly one of the two who persevered to the end? Did he really need to write a self-criticism? Wasn't the class teacher of Class One going a bit too far?
(End of this chapter)