The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 614 Rules
"Old Liu, you seem really focused. What's up? Have you found a student you like this time?" a young man asked.

The man addressed as Professor Liu glared at the questioner: "What's wrong? Just because I'm looking closely, does that mean you want to take on students? My lab is already packed with people. Besides, you're wrong. I'm the resident professor of the Mecha Department, and strictly speaking, all the students in this department are my students..."

"You're really wary of me. I wouldn't tell anyone, would I?" The young man's words were clearly just polite talk. He had worked with Professor Liu for decades, from when he was a young apprentice to when he was a professor himself. The two knew each other inside and out, so how could he not know what Professor Liu was worried about? He was just worried that if he accidentally told anyone and those nobles found out, he would have no peace in the future.

"However, I've heard that quite a few talented people have emerged this year, so I still need to take a good look," Liu Ling said, changing the subject.

Yigan was somewhat surprised, because Liu Ling wasn't one to praise people easily, and when he said someone was talented, it meant they were truly talented. And where could he have heard that? He'd only gotten the information from the admissions office. What kind of talent could possibly warrant the attention of the Capital Military Academy's admissions office? It seemed this year would be another year of fierce competition.

He was about to say something, but then, as if remembering something, he suddenly said, "Speaking of which... why are there so few people here? Don't they need to come and see?"

Although this unified recruitment event lasts 72 days, keeping teachers at all levels busy, they can still find time to watch. But after he's been here so long, only Liu Lao has shown up. Where are the others? Surely they can't be uninterested?

"It seems the principal had something come up at the last minute... and called them all to a meeting. Apparently, they were told to just watch from there."

"A meeting?" Egan chuckled casually, then jumped up in alarm. Why hadn't he received the message yet?
He frantically turned on his personal terminal and found that a message from not long ago had been pinned to the top of the screen, informing him to attend a meeting in the first conference room, a week later.

Egan: ?!

Liu Ling: "I had a mission here so I didn't go over. Didn't the principal call you over to help me?" The elder was a little confused, wondering why he seemed to know nothing.

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Capital Military Academy First Conference Hall

"This year's students are not bad," sighed a serious-looking female sergeant on the upper left.

"You call this 'not bad'? The average time for students to qualify is indeed shorter than in previous years, but the rate of those who linger and the rate of elimination in the first round are both very high. These kids are much more restless than in previous years." The handsome young man sitting opposite him on the lower right crossed his arms and provoked the person across from him.

"This doesn't mean anything; it only represents the thoughts of a few individuals." Kaniskina didn't want to argue with this person. She really didn't understand why the principal would choose such a person to serve as the supervisor of the Capital Military Academy. This guy was not only extreme but also arrogant. Could he do this job well?
“My dear Miss Kanina, you should know that I was merely stating an objective fact. After all, I was only stating a conclusion drawn from the data, and I meant nothing else,” Yan Bai said leisurely.

"Alright, you two, stop arguing about such pointless things. Don't forget why we're here." The person at the head of the table interrupted their back-and-forth.

The two had a bad relationship, which was obvious to everyone present. The principal, as their representative, rarely interfered with their interactions, and the other person, who was not present, would not interfere either.

The fact that they intervened today shows how much their principal values ​​this admissions process. Before them was a massive 3D image, a complete map of the unified admissions process. Because it was so vast, accommodating candidates from across the entire interstellar space, the system spent a considerable amount of time just clearing out this area.

Such a huge investment has made the system and site model increasingly mature. After its construction, it consumes an extremely large amount of computing power and energy every moment. Each recruitment almost uses up the wealth of a small or medium-sized family. Only an empire can afford such a cost.

The principal gestured to the people below that they could begin to circle the area.

The next moment, a large chunk of the huge 3D head was cut off from the middle, the surrounding plains were hidden, and the light spots on it were also hidden along with it.

As this part disappears, the amount represented in the upper right corner decreases rapidly, shrinking from an astonishing nine-digit number to a mere eight-digit number. Moreover, the first digit becomes smaller and smaller, subtly approaching a seven-digit number, before abruptly stopping.

Countless points of light shimmered within the circled central module, varying in height and not densely packed, yet arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern. Some points of light were brighter, while others appeared quite dim, with the vast majority currently clustered around the outer edge. Only a very few had penetrated into the middle half of the outer ring, seemingly about to enter the next ring, making them particularly conspicuous.

These dots of light were clearly different in color and were marked. The teacher in charge of the circle pulled up their personal information and displayed it. The people in the conference hall either watched quietly or discussed it in hushed tones.

"Hmm?" Kaniskina exclaimed in surprise, then suddenly stopped, and the person in charge of the data below threw the personal file in front of her.

She frowned and looked up at Mr. Duckworth: "This man filled out his application for the Imperial United Military Academy." Although it was impressive, it shouldn't have been a specially marked talent.

These markings indicate that the higher-ups intend to recruit as many students as possible, usually those with special talents.

Compared to other directly affiliated military academies, the Capital Military Academy has always been arrogant; theoretically, they only admit students who have submitted an application for admission. Even the most outstanding students will not be admitted if they haven't submitted an application.

There was once a student who applied to other directly affiliated military academies and achieved excellent results in the national entrance examination. However, he later changed his mind and contacted the Capital Military Academy to try to re-enter it, but was flatly rejected. Therefore, students all know an unspoken rule about applying to the Capital Military Academy—if you want to study at the Capital Military Academy, you must apply to them; otherwise, no matter how good your grades are, it's useless, as they have no shortage of talent.

What's so special about this command student? He's very capable, but his ranking isn't unprecedented, and he didn't apply to the Capital Military Academy. Why is he being specially marked?

Mr. Duckworth stared at the boy in the file for a moment, then paused, realizing it was him.

If Jiang Hui were here, she would probably be surprised, because the file contains the name of her friend, Huan Xian.

"He's different."

(End of this chapter)