The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Of course, she wasn’t the only one losing composure. When everyone finally got a good look at the items in the box, almost all the young people present let out a heartfelt exclamation, marveling at these intricately realistic teaching tools.

Although the information and experiences available to these local interstellar youths were much deeper and broader than those of Jiang Hui from Blue Star, the vast majority of those present came from ordinary families and had little opportunity to closely interact with such realistic military equipment. Their impressions of these types of weapons mostly came from films, star networks, or thin descriptions in books.

Students from families with relatively special backgrounds or those with access to such simulated military equipment were few and far between. Even when there were such families, their relatives might not allow them to come into close contact with these dangerous items.

But now it was different; looking at the number of these so-called teaching tools in the box, it seemed that each person would have one. This meant that each of them could have intimate contact with these impressively realistic weapons and even personally experience them. One could only wonder how much the simulated ones differed from the real ones… After all, the simulations were already this cool.

Among those present who chose to enter the combat infantry program, nine out of ten aspired to enlist in the future and become imperial soldiers who protect their homeland. Who could resist such temptation?

At this moment, even if they were wary of the authority of the instructors, they couldn’t help but slightly lose their composure. Fortunately, Stark and the others were not intent on addressing the students’ military etiquette or attitudes at this time.

The two instructors meticulously and rigorously checked the condition of each weapon, then adjusted them according to the most suitable standards and data for the students’ use. Finally, they arranged them neatly on the ground, quickly forming a square formation.

The next moment, Stark ordered everyone to assemble and form ranks. After several days of training, although everyone had just relaxed a bit, they quickly responded to the instructor’s command and immediately formed a square formation.

Once they returned to their ranks, they immediately noticed that the size of their formation matched that of the military weapons array set up by Stark and the other two instructors. If they took a few steps forward in this formation, each weapon would fall perfectly to their right side at their feet.

Jiang Hui estimated that they would need to walk about six and a half steps, getting dangerously close… approximately 4.87 meters.

She was just making a rough estimate but didn’t realize that her ability to measure distances was becoming increasingly accurate, sometimes even down to the minute and millimeter. In the past, she had such poor spatial awareness that she couldn’t even distinguish left from right.

Sure enough, Stark commanded everyone to stand at attention after taking six and a half steps. At this point, a long gun lay to the right of each person, each about a meter long.

This scene was quite spectacular, with cold weapons all over the ground. Each weapon was more than half a person’s length, and even the finer details gleamed with a unique, chilling aura that belonged to weapons. The visual impact was indeed strong, and it tested the psychological endurance of the participants.

Many students present were already feeling impatient, wishing that the next moment they could pick up the large weapons on the ground and fire a few rounds at imaginary enemies, as if they had already become sharpshooters.

However, while the imagination was beautiful, reality was quite harsh. It was clear that the first step for real soldiers in handling firearms could not possibly be hands-on practice; no matter what, they had to understand the theory first.

The instructor named Nie Erqi walked to the front, taking Stark’s place as the leader, and commanded everyone to squat in place.

This action was not just a casual squat; it was a military squat. The requirement was for trainees to keep their backs straight and support their hips with their feet at a specific angle, placing high demands on the toes and core.

Then, in this position, he signaled everyone to lift the assigned firearms and rest them on their legs.

Indeed, they were about to start a theory lesson.

In order to truly pick up this thing and fire a shot, they needed to understand the structure of this standard assault rifle. Otherwise, they might not even know which end was the front and which was the back, let alone how to use it.

Jiang Hui imitated the others’ movements, somewhat clumsily lifting the weapon. The moment her palm made contact with it, she felt a slight heat radiating from that side, both excited and somewhat unreal.

As she lifted it and rested it on her thigh, she realized that this hefty piece was far heavier than she had imagined.

How to put it? It wasn’t the kind of weight you feel when carrying bags of rice or flour, but rather a density more akin to that of sand or gravel. However, after a few seconds of it pressing down on her thigh, she felt the contact area getting warm, and her toes began to tingle slightly.

Of course, this wasn’t important. Jiang Hui quickly immersed her attention in Nie Erqi’s brief yet precise explanation.

She unconsciously used her eyes and hands to measure the data of the long gun… including the dimensions of each ring, following along with the instructor’s explanation to understand the composition of each part, even paying attention to the texture of the outer paint.

97… 31.5… KG… 0.001 mg… total circumference of the three rings… 6.2… 18.7… 59.5…

No one noticed the unusual silver light in Jiang Hui’s eyes as she looked down at the long gun.

Stark stepped back to the second line, quietly listening to Nie Erqi teach the students about the structure of the firearm while also keeping an eye on everyone’s actions.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened as he noticed a figure in the front two rows on the right side. He saw that the person’s movements were odd; the left hand gripping the gun barrel trembled slightly, and he could faintly see the veins.

Stark frowned and quickly walked over to that side to investigate. However, when he turned to look, the girl seemed to have returned to normal. The pressure of her grip had loosened, and her gaze accurately fell on Nie Erqi, who was explaining, making everything appear normal.

Could it be that he had seen wrong… a mere illusion? But her breathing was indeed slightly irregular, resembling a disturbance in her mental state.

Forget it… I’ll ask Lu Jin later; perhaps she was just shaken earlier and hadn’t fully recovered.

It seemed that once the military training was over, he should urge that child to start treatment as soon as possible. The consequences of the imbalance in her internal brain domain were far more severe than he had imagined, almost as if it could trigger a disturbance in her mental state at any moment.

Stark stayed by for a while, looking around. After confirming that her breathing had calmed down and there were no major issues, he quietly moved to the other side to check on the situation of the other students.

Jiang Hui was unaware that while she was engrossed in reading the data of the assault rifle, Stark had been observing her for a long time and viewed her unusual instinctive reactions as a side effect of the imbalance in her internal brain domain.

She was now completely immersed in the firearm, entering into a wonderfully strange state.